Monthly Archives: August 2014
Jane: Wow. Why do you have so many Eiffel Towers?
Sadie: I love Paris.
Jane: What do you like about Paris?
Sadie: The Arc de Triomphe. Champs-Élysées. Petit Palais. I love it all. [Jane picks up a snowglobe and shakes it] Don’t touch anything! Put it down.
Jane: Sorry. [Sits back down]. The Eiffel Tower in Vegas is pretty cool.
Delysia: [during an air-raid drill] Guinevere, I’m scared!
Guinevere Pettigrew: It’s just a drill, I’m sure it’s just a drill.
Delysia: But it won’t always be, will it? We’re going to war, aren’t we?
Guinevere Pettigrew: Yes we are. And that is why you must not waste a second of this precious life. Listen to me. Once I too had ambitions. Not your grand ones, simple ambitions. Marriage, children and a house of our own. He died, in the mud in France. A good, solid man. You would call him dull, no doubt, but he smiled whenever he saw me and we could’ve built a life on that. Your heart knows the truth, Delysia. Trust it.
Diana: I should go.
John: I remember once when I was young, and I was coming back from some place, a movie or something. I was on the subway and there was a girl sitting across from me and she was wearing this dress that was buttoned clear up right to here. She was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And I was shy then, so when she would look at me, I would look away. Then, afterwards, when I would look back, she would look away. Then I got to where I was gonna get off, and got off, the doors closed, and as the train was pulling away she looked right at me and gave me the most incredible smile. It was awful, I wanted to tear the doors open. And I went back every night, same time, for two weeks, but she never showed up. That was 30 years ago and I don’t think that there’s a day that goes by that I don’t think about her. I don’t want that to happen again. Just one dance?
Odell: Hey Easy, find a job yet?
Easy Rawlins: I ain’t studyin’ no job, Odell.
Odell: Ain’t studyin’ no job? How you gonna live?
Easy Rawlins: I got a little money saved up. I’ll invest in real estate. Maybe go into business for myself.
Odell: What kind of business?
Easy Rawlins: A little private investigating.
Odell: You get in trouble doing that.
Easy Rawlins: Well, like a man told me once: “Step out your door, you’re already in trouble. Just a matter if you’re mixed up at the top or not, that’s all.”
Patrick Kenzie: So what kind of name is Bressant?
Detective Remy Bressant: It’s the kind they give you in Lousiana.
Patrick Kenzie: Oh yeah? Thought you were from here.
Detective Remy Bressant: Well, it all depends on how you look at it. I mean, you might think that you’re more from here than me, for example. But I’ve been living here longer than you been alive. So who’s right?
Patrick Kenzie: I’ll mull it over.
Board Doctor: What if one of your patients had died?
Patch Adams: What’s wrong with death, sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can’t we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity and decency and, God forbid, maybe even humor? Death is not the enemy, gentlemen. If we’re gonna fight a disease, let’s fight one of the most terrible diseases of all–indifference. Now, I’ve sat in your schools and heard people lecture on transference and professional distance. Transference is inevitable, sir. Every human being has an impact on another. Why don’t we want that in a patient/doctor relationship? That’s why I’ve listened to your teachings, and I believe they’re wrong. A doctor’s mission should be not just to prevent death but also to improve the quality of life. That’s why you treat a disease, you win, you lose. You treat a person, I guarantee you, you win, no matter what the outcome.