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Andy Dufresne: [in a letter to Red] Dear Red. If you’re reading this, you’ve gotten out. And if you’ve come this far, maybe you’re willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don’t you? 

Red: Zihuatanejo. 

Andy Dufresne: I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I’ll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy. 

[Charlie refused to come clean with the names of the students responsible for the prank, leaving Mr. Trask is furious] 

Mr. Trask: I am left with no real witness. Mr. Willis’s testimony is not only vague, it is unsubstantiated. The substance I was looking for, Mr. Simms, was to come from you. 

Charlie Simms: I’m sorry. 

Mr. Trask: I’m sorry too, Mr. Simms, because you know what I am going to do. In as much as I can’t punish Mr. Havemeyer, Mr. Potter, or Mr. Jameson, and I won’t punish Mr. Willis. He’s the only party to this incident who is still worthy of calling himself a Baird man. I’m going to recommend to the disciplinary committee that you be expelled. Mr. Simms, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar. 

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: But not a snitch. 

Mr. Trask: Excuse me? 

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: No, I don’t think I will. 

Mr. Trask: Mr. Slade… 

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: This is such a crock of shit. 

Mr. Trask: Please watch your language, Mr. Slade. You are in the Baird School, not a barracks. Mr Simms, I will give you one last opportunity to speak up. 

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Mr. Simms doesn’t want it. He desn’t need to labeled, “Still worthy of being a Baird man”. What the hell is that? What is your motto here? “Boys, inform on your classmates, save your hide. Anything short of that, we’re gonna burn you at the stake”? Well, gentlemen, when the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay. Here’s Charlie facing the fire and there’s George hiding in Big Daddy’s pocket. And what are you doing? You’re gonna reward George and destroy Charlie. 

Mr. Trask: Are you finished, Mr. Slade? 

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: No, I’m just gettin’ warmed up. I don’t know who went to this place, William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryan, William Tell, whoever. Their spirit is dead, if they ever had one. It’s gone. You’re building a rat ship here. A vessel for seagoing snitches, and if you think you’re preparing these minnows for manhood, you better think again, because I say you are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills. What a sham. What kind of a show you guys are putting on here today? I mean, the only class in this act is sitting next to me, and I’m here to tell ya this boy’s soul is intact. It’s non-negotiable. You know how I know? Someone here, and I’m gonna say who, offered to buy it. Only Charlie here wasn’t selling. 

Mr. Trask: Sir, you’re out of order. 

[Trask hits the gavel; Col. Slade stands up angry] 

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Out of order. I’ll show you “out of order”! You don’t know what “out of order” is, Mr. Trask. I’d show you, but I’m too old, I’m too tired, I’m too fucking blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I’d take a… 

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: [slams his cane on the desk, screaming] flamethrower to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do ya think you’re talking to? I’ve been around, ya know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these. Their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there is nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit. There’s no prostetic for that. You think you’re merely sending this splendid foot solder back home to Oregon with tail between his legs, but I say you are executing his soul! And why? Because he’s not a Baird man. Baird men. You hurt this boy, you’re gonna be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are, fuck you too! 

Mr. Trask: [yells; hitting the gavel] Stand down, Mr. Slade! 

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I’m not finished! As I came in here, I heard those words, “Cradle of Leadership”. Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And it has fallen here. It has fallen. Makers of men, Creators of leaders. Be careful what kind of leaders you’re producing here. I don’t know if Charlie’s silence here today is right or wrong. I’m not a judge or jury, but I can tell you this: He won’t sell anybody out to buy his future! And that, my friends, is called integrity. That’s called courage. Now that’s the stuff leaders should be made of. Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew. But I never took it. You know why? It was too damn hard. Now here’s Charlie. He’s come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path. It’s the right path. It’s a path made of principle that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy’s future in your hands, committee. It’s a valuable future. Believe me. Don’t destroy it. Protect it. Embrace it. It’s gonna make you proud one day, I promise you. 

Graham Waters: It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something. 

Annie Hall: Yeah. You know what? You know, I  like you, I really mean it.  I really do like you.

Alvy Singer: You- Do you love me?

Annie Hall: Do I love you?

Alvy Singer: That’s the key question.

Annie Hall: Yeah.

Alvy Singer: I know you’ve only known me a short while.

Annie Hall: Well, I certainly … I think that’s very- Yeah, yeah … [laughing] yeah.  Do you love me?

Alvy Singer: Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F’s, yes I have to invent, of course I - I do, don’t you think I do?

Annie Hall: I don’t know.

[he kisses her]

Kenny Potter: Actually… I feel really alone most of the time.

George Falconer: You do?

Kenny Potter: Yeah. I’ve always felt this way. I mean we’re born alone, we die alone. And while we’re here we are absolutely, completely sealed in our own bodies. Really weird. Kinda freaks me out to think about it. We can only experience the outside world through our own slanted perception of it. Who knows what you’re really like? I just see what I think you’re like.

George Falconer: I’m exactly what I appear to be. If you look closely.

Jake: It’s a long story, something about the violation of expectations and a crushing loss of faith, and love, and life, and art.

Bill: So it’s a girl?

Jake: Yes.

Bill: I’ve had a little bit of girl trouble myself lately. But it is better to have loved and lost, am I right?

Jake: She was a unique constellation of attributes; she was my Halley’s comet. But the universe is designed to break your heart, right?

Bill: A philosopher as well as an artist, yes, it is we who suffer most.

Jake: Yes, with the possible exception of the victims of violent crime.

Caden Cotard: Hazel, you’ve been a part of me forever. Don’t you know that? I breathe your name in every exhalation.

Rick Blaine: Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I’ve done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you’re getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.

Ilsa Lund: But, Richard, no, I… I…

Rick Blaine: Now, you’ve got to listen to me! You have any idea what you’d have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we’d both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn’t that true, Louie?

Captain Renault: I’m afraid Major Strasser would insist.

Ilsa Lund: You’re saying this only to make me go.

Rick Blaine: I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.

Ilsa Lund: But what about us?

Rick Blaine: We’ll always have Paris. We didn’t have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.

Ilsa Lund: When I said I would never leave you.

Rick Blaine: And you never will. But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of. Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that.

[Ilsa lowers her head and begins to cry]

Rick Blaine: Now, now…

[Rick gently places his hand under her chin and raises it so their eyes meet]

Rick Blaine: Here’s looking at you, kid.

Leonard Hofstadter: Morning, Sheldon.

Sheldon Cooper: Oh, good. You’re up. I’ve written a new and improved roommate agreement that benefits me greatly. I’d like you to sign it.

Leonard Hofstadter: Why would I want to do that?

Sheldon Cooper: Excellent question. Do you remember what happened to the alien, played by talented character actor Frank Gorshin, in the Star Trek episode “Let That Be Your Last Battlefield”?

Leonard Hofstadter: Uh, Captain Kirk activated the self-destruct sequence and threatened to blow up the Enterprise and kill them both unless he gave in?

Sheldon Cooper: Affirmative. [Turns to laptop] Computer, this is Dr. Sheldon Cooper. [laptop beeps in response] Activate self-destruct sequence. Code 1-1-A-2-B.

Voice from laptop: Self-destruct sequence activated.

[Sheldon turns the laptop toward Leonard and Priya, showing a timer counting down from one minute]

Leonard Hofstadter: What are you gonna do, Sheldon, blow up the apartment?

Sheldon Cooper: That was my first thought, but all my cool stuff is here.

Priya Koothrappali: So what happens when it counts down?

Sheldon Cooper: Unless Leonard signs the new agreement in the next…[checks timer] 41 seconds, this computer will send an e-mail to your parents in India saying that you’re in a secret relationship with the whiter-than-Marshmallow-Fluff Leonard Hofstadter.

Priya Koothrappali: [worried] Oh, my God.

Leonard Hofstadter: What’s the big deal?

Priya Koothrappali: Trust me, it’s a big deal.

Leonard Hofstadter: They’re gonna find out about me eventually, right?

Priya Koothrappali: Yeah, of course, just not today.

Sheldon Cooper: 20 seconds.

Leonard Hofstadter: Are you ashamed of me?

Priya Koothrappali: Of course not.

Leonard Hofstadter: Then why can’t we just tell your parents?

Priya Koothrappali: Please don’t push this.

Sheldon Cooper: He does that all the time, doesn’t he? 15.

Priya Koothrappali: Okay, fine, Sheldon, you win. Turn it off.

Leonard Hofstadter: No, he’s bluffing.

Sheldon Cooper: I never bluff. 10.

Leonard Hofstadter: It’s blackmail!

Sheldon Cooper: 9.

Priya Koothrappali: We give up.

Sheldon Cooper: 8.

Leonard Hofstadter: [unhooking the laptop] This is ridiculous.

Sheldon Cooper: It’s a laptop with a full charge. [to Priya] Honestly, what do you see in him?

Priya Koothrappali: Okay, give him what he wants or we’re done.

Sheldon Cooper: 3.

Leonard Hofstadter: Really?

Sheldon Cooper: 2.

Leonard Hofstadter: Okay, I’ll sign it!

[Sheldon hits a key and places a pen on the agreement]

Voice from laptop: Self-destruct sequence aborted.

Sheldon Cooper: [to Priya as he stands up and leaves] You may have gone to Cambridge, but I’m an honorary graduate of Starfleet Academy.

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