There's something compelling about Hong Kong in the 1990s. I think it would be the best place to live out my youth. Maybe there's no place I'd rather be.
All these feelings stemmed from listening to 色誡 by 王菲.
MARIA ELENA: Our love will last forever. It's forever, but it just doesn't work. That's why it will always be romantic. Because it cannot be complete.
Patricia: You know, you said I'm scared. It's true, I'm scared. Because I want yo to love me. But at the same time, I want you to stop loving me. I'm very independent, you know?
Michel: I love you, but not the way you think.
Patricia: How then?
Michel: Not the way you think.
Patricia: You don't know what I think. You don't know
Michel: Sure I do.
Patricia: No, you don't. I want to know what's behind your face. I've looked at it for 10 minutes now, and I still know nothing. Nothing. I'm not sad. I'm scared.
Michel: Sweet, gentle Patricia...
Patricia: Oh, no...
Michel: Okay then, cruel, stupid, heartless, pathetic, cowardly, despicable. You don't even know how to apply your lipstick. Now you're hideous.
Patricia: Say what you like, I don't care.
À bout de souffle, Jean-Luc Godard (1960)
Nana: I think we're always responsible for our actions. We're free. I raise my hand - I'm responsible. I turn my head - I'm responsible. I am unhappy - I'm responsible. I smoke - I'm responsible. I shut my eyes - I'm responsible. I forget I'm responsible, but I am. I told you there's no escape. Everything is good. You only have to take an interest in things. After all, things are what they are. A message is a message. Plates are plates. Men are men. And life is life.
Vivre sa Vie: Film en Douze Tableaux, Jean-Luc Godard (1962)
Elle Driver: Mmm, I'm sorry Budd. That was rude of me wasn't it? Budd, I'd like to introduce my friend, the Black Mamba. Black Mamba, this is Budd. You know, before I picked that little thing up, I looked him up on the internet. Fascinating creature the Black Mamba. Listen to this. In Africa, the saying goes, 'In the bush, an elephant can kill you, a leopard can kill you, and the Black Mamba can kill you." But only with the mamba, and this has been true in Africa since the dawn of time, is death sure. Hence its handle, 'Death Incarnate.' Pretty cool, huh? It's neuro-toxic venom is one of nature's most effective poisons, acting on the nervous system causing paralysis. The venom of a black mamba can kill a human in four hours, if say, bitten on the ankle or the thumb. However, a bite to the face or torso can bring death from paralysis within 20 minutes. Now, you should listen to this, 'cause this concerns you. The amount of venom that can be delivered from a single bite can be gargantuan. You know, I've always liked that word...'gargantuan'... so rarely an opportunity to use it in a sentence. If not treated quickly with anti-venom, 10 to 15 milligrams can be fatal to human beings. However, the Black Mamba can deliver as much as 100 to 400 milligrams of venom from a single bite.
Now in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly. Right at this moment, the biggest 'R' I feel is 'Regret'. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever met, met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin', scrub, alky piece of shit like you. That woman deserved better.
Bill, I have some tragic news. Your brother is dead. I'm so sorry baby. She put a Black Mamba in his camper. I got her, sweety. She's dead. Let me put it this way. If you ever start feeling sentimental, go to Barstow, California. When you get here, walk into a florist and buy a bunch of flowers. Then you take those flowers to Huntington cemetery on Fuller and Guadalupe, look for the headstone marked Paula Schultz, then lay them on the grave. Because you will be standing at the final resting place of Beatrix Kiddo.
Kill Bill Vol. 2, Quentin Tarantino (2004)
Harry: Marion, I've been thinking about you so much. Are you okay?
Marion: When you gonna be home?
Harry: Soon. You holding out right?
Marion: Harry? Can you come today?
Harry: Yeah... Yeah... I'll come. I'll come today. You just wait for me alright.
Marion: Okay Harry.
Harry: I'll call you back, Marion.
Harry: Marion! I'm really sorry, Marion.
Marion: I know.
Marnie Edgar: Why can't you just leave me alone?
Mark Rutland: Because I think you're sick, old dear.
Marnie Edgar: I'm sick? Well, take a look at yourself, old dear. You're so hot to play Mental Health Week, what about you? Talk about dream worlds. You've got a pathological fix on a woman, who's not only an admitted criminal, but who screams if you come near her! So what about your dreams, Daddy dear?
Mark Rutland: I never said I was perfect. That was quite a speech. It encourages me to believe that you have leafed through one or two books. Which one did you find the most interesting?
Marnie Edgar: You're really dying to play doctor, aren't you?
Alvy Singer (to Annie Hall): A relationship, I think, is like a shark. You know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies.