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new profile info -- in progress06:52 Jul 21 2011
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1 + V for Vendetta
Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves "V" into poster on wall]
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you, like, a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with?
Evey Hammond: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey Hammond: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don't believe in coincidences.
V: There's no certainty - only opportunity.
Valerie: I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care, I am me. My name is Valerie, I don't think I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography I'll ever write, and god, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985, I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that god was in the rain........ In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me, he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth, was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free........ in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life. But America's war grew worse, and worse. And eventually came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Allegiance became powerful, I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you. -Valerie
V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
V: It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto
V: I promise you it will be like nothing you have ever seen.
Evey Hammond: [voiceover] Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.
Evey Hammond: God is in the rain...
Evey Hammond: Artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up.
2 + The Outsiders
Ponyboy: [voicecover] When I stepped out into the bright sunlight, from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman, and a ride home.
Randy: You can't win. You know that, don't you? It doesn't matter if you whip us, you'll still be where you were before, at the bottom. And we'll still be the lucky ones at the top with all the breaks. It doesn't matter. Greasers will still be Greasers and Socs will still be Socs. It doesn't matter.
Johnny: [his last lines] Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold
Dallas: You think my old man gives a hang if I'm dead in a car wreck or drunk or in jail or something, he doesn't care but that doesn't bother me. You're not going anywhere.
Ponyboy: [reading the paper] They're thinking about putting me and Soda in a boys' home. No way! They ain't putting me in no boys' home.
Steve: Don't worry, Ponyboy, they don't do that to heroes.
Ponyboy: [after climbing through the church windows, of Jerry] Is the guy coming?
Johnny: No.
Ponyboy: Why? Too scared?
Johnny: Naw, too fat, man.
[Starts crying.]
Sodapop Curtis: don't fight anymore... please...
Darrel Curtis: Sure... sure little buddy, we ain't goin' to fight anymore.
[Hugs Sodapop]
Sodapop Curtis: [Sees Ponyboy looking left out and crying] Ponyboy... Pony.
[Ponyboy goes over to hug Sodapop]
Sodapop Curtis: Now don't you start bawlin' too Pony. One bawl-baby in this family's enough.
Ponyboy: [Crying] I ain't cryin.
Cherry: Can't you leave us alone? BE NICE AND LEAVE US ALONE!
Dallas: I'm never nice. Can I interest you in a Coca-Cola or a 7-Up?
Cherry: I hope I never see Dallas Winston again. If I do I'd... probably fall in love with him.
Dallas: [after Ponyboy gets jumped] Hows the kid?
Ponyboy: I'm fine. What are you doin' outta the cooler, Dal?
Steve: Yeah? And what are you doin' walkin' by your lonesome on the street?
Ponyboy: It's none of your business smarty.
Steve: What do you mean, none of my business? It is my business. Look at my nose!
Ponyboy: It's huge.
Steve: Smart-ass. He is a smart-ass kid.
Dallas: Man, I thought New York was the only place to end up in a murder rap, Jesus Christ!
Dallas: [passing Ponyboy while lying on a stretcher at the hospital after saving the children from the burning church] You ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll kill you.
Johnny: I used to talk about killing myself all the time, man. But I don't wanna die now. It ain't long enough. Sixteen years ain't gonna be long enough. Hell, I wouldn't care so much if there hadn't been so many things I haven't done yet. So many damn things I ain't seen or done. That time when we were in Windrixville was the only time I've ever been away from my neighborhood.
Ponyboy: I don't think I could ever tell Steve or Two-Bit or even Darry about the clouds and sunset. Just you and Sodapop. Maybe Cherry Valance.
Johnny: Guess we're different, huh?
Ponyboy: Shoot, yeah. Maybe they are.
Jonny: Maybe you're right.
Bob Shelton: You guys know what Greasers are? White trash with long, greasy hair.
Ponyboy: You know what a Soc is?
Bob Shelton: What?
Ponyboy: White trash with mustangs and madras.
Ponyboy: What do you want to do?
Dallas: [Smiles] Nothin legal man. Let's get outa here.
Mrs. Cade: [Two-Bit and Ponyboy are at the hospital visiting Johnny. Mrs. Cade is furious because the nurses won't let her in] I've got a RIGHT to see him! He's my son! He'd rather see these no-good punks than his own mother? You skum...
Two Bit: [near tears] No wonder he hates your guts. You don't even care about him, you damn drunk. You go to hell. Go straight to hell.
Ponyboy: Darry hit me! I swear, we used to get along just fine until Mom and Dad died. Now he can't stand me.
Johnny: I think I like it better when the old man's hittin' me. At least he knows I'm there.
Jerry Wood: You guys are three of the bravest kids I've seen in a long time. What are you guys? Professional heroes or somethin'?
Ponyboy: ...We're Greasers.
Jerry Wood: Are- Are you kiddin' me?
Dallas: Are you a real red head? Are you real? How can I find out if this is your real red hair? If this is the same red hair you have on your, uh, your, your, these eyebrows.
Johnny: Ponyboy, I asked the nurse to give you this book so you could finish it.The doctor came in a while ago but I already knew it anyway.I keep getting tireder and tireder.Listen,I don't mind dying now.It was worth it. It was worth saving those kids.Their lives are worth more than mine,they have more to live for.Some of the parents came by to thank me and I know it was worth it.Tell Dally it was worth it.I'm just gonna miss you guys. I've been thinking about it,and that poem , that guy that wrote it , he meant you are gold when you're a kid,like green. When you're a kid everything is new , dawn. It's just. When just when you get used to everything it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets,Pony. That's Gold. Keep it that way,it's a good way to be.I want you to tell Dally to look at one.He'll probably think you're crazy , but ask for me. I don't think he's ever really seen a sunset.And don't be bugged over being a greaser. You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still alot od good in the world.Tell Dally. I don't think he knows. Your Buddy, Johnny
3 + The Notebook
4 + Titanic
5 + Grease
6 + Devil's Rejects
7 + The Green Mile
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06:36 Jul 21 2011
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