21 июл. 2017 г.


& Ekaterina: My God. It worked. You woke it.

& Ekaterina: My dad used to say. «It was all going so well...»

& David: What is it you say? «Slow is fast,» right?
    Ekaterina: Yeah. Slow to go fast.

& David: I remember the day the Challenger blew up. They took us out of school early, I remember that day. It’s hard to watch people die. Like... Fireworks.
    Hugh: «Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue ’ve topped the wind-swept heights with ease and grace.» Best eulogy ever.
    Sho: Rory says, «Don’t give me a eulogy. Give me a parachute.»

& Hugh: It’s just surviving. Life’s very existence requires destruction. Calvin doesn’t hate us. But he has to kill us... in order to survive.

& Miranda: I know what I feel is not scientific. It’s not rational. I feel hate. I feel pure... fucking... hate for that thing.

& David: My father used to read this to me when I was a kid... «Good night, room. Good night, moon. Good night cow jumping over the moon. Good night, light. And the red balloon. Good night, nobody.»

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Σ humus: "Название вводит в заблуждение: кино совсем не живое, а мертворожденное, клубок всевозможных банальностей, распутывать которые лениво и бессмысленно, если пишешь не за гонорар. Любителям реализма в сайфае рекомендую посмотреть стремительные передвижения в невесомости и использование открытого огня на станции «Мир». ...."
_When the ensemble is not enough.

The Black Hole of Calcutta

TURN 4×2

& — That man’s ass is so tight, he must shit through his teeth.

& Benjamin: He would never give up the ring, sir.
    Washington: He has already destroyed it.

& Caleb: Ah, general. Jesus, the red really does suit ya.

& Abraham: Ben, Ben, it’s not going to work.
    Benjamin: Yeah, well, that’s exactly what I said to Brewster when he used the Turtle to sail into New York Harbor and rescue you.
    Woodhull: The Turtle, what Turtle? What does he mean?
    Benjamin: Aye, it’s an...
    Abraham: It’s sort of a...
    Benjamin: It’s a submersible.
    Abraham: It’s a boat that goes under the water.

& Arnold: Do you find your situation here amusing, Lieutenant Brewster?
    Caleb: Well, if I’d spouted off to you back in camp I’d be thrown in jail, but seeing as you’ve turned coats, and I’m already in chains, I can finally speak me mind, and tell ya, you are a two-faced, pompous, piece of shite. So, yeah, I do find it a touch amusing.

& Simcoe: My turn.

& Washington: I was upset with myself... Because I was the one who urged Congress to declare bankruptcy last year.
    Lady Washington: Well, you did not sign up to be a politician as well as a general.

& Washington: Without funds to continue the fight, or some improbable victory to conclusively decide it... this war is lost.

& Simcoe: Just to be clear, this isn’t about payback, it’s about respect.
    Caleb: That’s funny. I got none for you.
    Simcoe: Well, I think you were showing me a warrior’s respect by your eagerness to inflict pain. To think anything less would break me would have been an insult. Now I extend you the same courtesy.

& Simcoe: If Rogers isn’t Culper, then who?

& Simcoe: ... So, a full confession will be required. I’ll take dictation.
    Caleb: Never gonna happen.
    Simcoe: I encourage you to reconsider.... Challenge accepted.

& Simcoe: Why not let yourself scream? A beast has no shame in howling if it’s wounded.

& Simcoe: I was born in India. My father was a surgeon at Fort William. And I grew up watching him minister to the poor mongrels of Bengal. Only at age 10, to see them turn on him, and throw him in a tiny cell designed to hold three men... they put him in with 60. «Black Hole of Calcutta they called it.

& Simcoe: Mercy is weakness. Strength is truth. Those are the lessons of Calcutta. Lessons I’ve been teaching to colonists ever since as a member of the Royal Army, in Guyana or the Caribbean. And now here in New York with you.

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20 июл. 2017 г.


Better Call Saul 3×10

& Jimmy: Is she gonna be okay?
    Chuck: She’ll be fine, Jimmy.
    Jimmy: How do you know?
    Chuck: Just listen. You’ll see.

& Chuck: .... There is a third option. There’s no reason we can’t put all this unpleasantness behind us and continue on as we have been. I’m willing to let bygones be bygones. And if you agree... I think we can settle all this right now with a simple handshake.

& Howard: You won.

& Kim: You’re not feeding me, Jimmy. There are lines we do not cross.

& Jimmy: I wanted to say, in hindsight, I could’ve made different choices.... I mean, I’m not saying it’s all on me. It’s not. But if I had to do it all over again I would maybe do some things differently.

& Chuck: Why?
    Jimmy: ’Cause you’re my brother....
    Chuck: No. Why have regrets at all? What’s the point?

& Chuck: In the end, you’re going to hurt everyone around you. You can’t help it. So, stop apologizing and accept it. Embrace it.

& Kim: Or... we could just watch «To Kill a Mockingbird» again.
    Jimmy: Again?
    Kim: Yeah, I watched it this morning. It was my favorite when I was a kid. I loved Atticus Finch.
    Jimmy: All the girls were in love with Gregory Peck.
    Kim: No. I wasn’t in love with him. Well, a little. But, no. I wanted to be him.
    Jimmy: Fight the good fight. Change the world.
    Kim: Yeah. Didn’t you?
    Jimmy: That was more Chuck’s thing. But, I mean, the good news is you made it!
    Kim: Oh, yeah. yeah. I am. I’m changing the world by helping a mid-size local bank become a mid-size regional bank. Yay me.

& Jimmy: The more I try to make them like her again, the more they end up lovin’ me instead.

& Jimmy: I don’t know what else to do. I’m not good at building shit, you know? I’m excellent at tearing it down.

& Kim: You know, sometimes, you got to play to your strengths.

& Kim: What? What is it?
    Jimmy: Mrs. Landry.
    Kim: You figured it out.
    Jimmy: Yeah. But I really, really don’t wanna do it.

& Jimmy: So, uh, what’s left?

& Jimmy: Because no senior’s coming within 20 feet of me ever again. I’m gonna need a whole new business model when I get my license back.

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Spyhunter General

TURN 4×1

& Arnold: Print this! By order of Lord Clinton, I have been appointed Spy Hunter General, and have been tasked to arrest hidden traitors to the Crown. Their names will be made known, and they will learn to fear mine!

& Washington: No. I will not lower us to assassination. He must be captured alive and returned to camp... We must make a public example of him.

& Mary: It could be done... The officers, they move much slower after a night of heavy drinking. Such as banquet thrown in their honor.

& Woodhull: Wakefield is just doing his duty. As are his men who you would have slaughtered.
    Abraham: Slaughtered? They’re not sheep, they’re soldiers. And they’re on the wrong side. You’re in the war now, Father. This is how it’s done.

& Benjamin: I’ll speak to them. I’ll put an end to that.
    Anna: Don’t, please. As long as they think I’m... That we are...
    Caleb: Knocking?

& — Washington and glory!

& Abraham: Why didn’t you tell me about your plan?
    Woodhull: Because I was playing it against you.
    Abraham: Well, you’ll be pleased to know I learned a thing or two.
    Woodhull: When the consequence of today rears its head, then we’ll know what we’ve learned.

& Arnold: Brewster. His name is... Brewster!

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Айн Рэнд — Гимн

  “Писать такое — грех. Грех — думать слова, которые не думают другие, и записывать их на бумагу, которую не должны видеть другие. Это низко и порочно. Это все равно что разговаривать, чтобы никто не слышал. Мы хорошо знаем, что нет страшнее преступления, чем действовать или думать в одиночестве. Мы нарушили закон, потому что никому нельзя писать, если на то нет повеления Совета по Труду. Да простят нам это! ...
&  Мы стараемся быть похожими на братьев — все люди должны быть похожими. На мраморных воротах Дворца Мирового Совета высечены слова, которые мы повторяем про себя всякий раз, когда нас одолевает искушение:
     "Мы во всем, и все в нас. Нет людей, есть только великое Мы. Единственное, неделимое, вечное".
     Мы повторяем эти слова снова и снова, но это не помогает.

&  Мы вставали с боем большого колокола на башне и ложились спать, когда он бил во второй раз. Перед сном нас собирали в большом зале, где, подняв правую руку, мы хором повторяли за учителями: "Мы — ничто. Человечество — все. По милости наших братьев даны нам наши жизни. Мы существуем благодаря нашим братьям и только для них. Ибо они и есть Государство. Аминь".
     Затем мы ложились.

&  Большой грех — родиться с головой, которая слишком быстро соображает. "Плохо быть не такими, как братья, но быть выше их еще хуже".

&  — Мы поем потому, что счастливы, — ответили мы члену Совета Дома, упрекнувшему нас.
     — Конечно же, вы счастливы, — ответил он. — Какими же еще могут быть люди, когда живут ради братьев?

19 июл. 2017 г.

Come to Jesus

American Gods 1×8

& Mr. Nancy: This is all too big. Too much going on at once.

& Mr. Nancy: .... When the queen was done with you... you were gone. Worse ways to go... Clothes and hair change with the times, but this queen, ha-ha, she kept the party going.

& Mr. Nancy: Our queen’s power... which is the power of all women, the power of rebirth, and creation... it makes some men kneel in awe and give gifts. But it makes other men angry. And you know it: Anger gets shit done.

& Mr. Nancy: So long as I’m still alive, I can adapt.

& Mr. Nancy: And there is no end to the cruelty of men threatened by strong women.

& Technical Boy: Worship is a volume business. Whosoever has the most followers wins the game... Wanna play?

& Mr. Nancy: Life is long when you got regret. A moment can last forever when you can see how it should have gone.

& Mr. Wednesday: We have to be presentable, where we’re going.

& Mr. Wednesday: You’re confused. You got a lot of questions, but you don’t know how to ask them. Do not confuse confusion for anger.
    Shadow Moon: I’m not confused. I’m very confused.

& Mr. Wednesday: We might not be welcome at first...

& Shadow Moon: Heh, forgot it was Easter.
    Mr. Wednesday: Well, it is Sunday, 16th of April, seven days after the vernal equinox.
    Shadow Moon: I love Easter.
    Mr. Wednesday: Oh, many do. Some for the rabbits, some for the resurrection. Most think of the food. All that fucking sugar, huh? They don’t think of the truth of the day. And why would they?

& Mr. Wednesday: Well, yeah, you could... you could call this Easter. Or we could call it what it really is: a pagan ritual, the celebration of the beginning of spring dating back about 12,000 years.

& Mr. Wednesday: So, when you see children dipping eggs in vinegar the colors of their favorite toys, or when you see the nation’s youth fleeing south for copulation, or when they spread their seed over that sinking mass that is the great state of Florida, they all... without realizing it do it in her name... Ostara.

& Shadow Moon: That’s... Easter? Because people... believe in Easter.
    Mr. Wednesday: Believing is seeing. Gods are real if you believe in them.
    Shadow Moon: .... Gods.
    Mr. Wednesday: Uh-huh.

& Shadow Moon: That’s Jesus Christ.
    Mr. Wednesday: A Jesus Christ. Some Jesus Christ. For every belief, every branch, every denomination they see a different face when they close their eyes to pray.

& Ostara: Well, I deal in sugar, Sugar, and you’re the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

& Mr. Wednesday: Millions upon millions exchange tokens and observe the rituals of your festival, all down to the hunting of the hidden eggs, but does anybody pray in your name? Do they say it in worship? Oh, they mouth your name, hmm, but they have no idea what it means. None whatsoever. Same every spring. You do all the work, he gets all the prayers.

& Mr. Wednesday: It’s her day. You took it. You crucified her day! When they started following you, everybody else got burned. In your name. Happy fucking Easter!

& Mr. Wednesday: Oh, they will worship you. They will... worship you if you make them pray.

& Technical Boy: You’ve been avoiding me. My mistake. I used the phone. Worst thing you can do to someone is call them.

& Laura: Jesus Christ. Are they all... Jesuses? Right, of course, ’cause... Jesus is real. Hmm.

& Ostara: You all think I’m like you. I am not like you. You, I’m particularly not like.

& Laura: Did, um... did Jesus go through his own apocalypse before you brought him back to life?
    Ostara: Oh, I didn’t bring Jesus back to life, no. He was dreamed back to life on my day. A very narrow sliver in that Venn diagram.

& Laura: I was killed... by a god? Which... fucking... god?!

& Media: Never saw you look quite so pretty before. Happy Easter, Easter.

& Laura: I swear to Jesus. He’s right outside.

& Mad Sweeney: It wasn’t a perfect plan. Didn’t account for divine intervention, did you?

& Laura: The whole fucking time, the robbery, Shadow going to jail, me dying, act of god? Just fucking with us to fuck with us?
    Mad Sweeney: What do you think gods do? They do what they’ve always done: they fuck with us. They fuck with all of us. Just don’t take it personally. I don’t.

& Media: You feel you’ve been treated unfairly?
    Ostara: I feel misrepresented in the media.
    Media: Put a pillow over that feeling and bear down until it stops kicking. St. Nick took the same deal you did. The only reason why you’re relevant today is because Easter is a Christian holiday... It’s religious Darwinism. Adapt and survive. What we have achieved together, you and I, is no small feat. Now that we’re living in an atheist world.

& Media: What happens if they all decide that God doesn’t exist?
    Mr. Wednesday: What if they decide God does exist?
    Media: Whose god? They’re not all going to choose just one.
    Mr. Wednesday: Well, it doesn’t matter. Plenty of worship to go around once worship gets redistributed.
    Media: We are the distributors. The platform and the delivery mechanism. We control the story. We control the flow.
    Technical Boy: We are the flow.
    Mr. Wednesday: What you offer is existential crisis aversion. Don’t look over there, look over here. Don’t listen to that, listen to this. You provide a product, an innovative distraction and you keep innovating it and you keep providing it. The beauty of what we do is we only need to inspire.

& Mr. Wednesday: Do you know me? Do you know what I am? Do you want to know my name?
    Shadow Moon: Tell me.
    Mr. Wednesday: This is what I am called. I am called Glad-O-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-eyed. I am also called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and the Hooded One. I am All-Father, Gondlir, Wand-bearer. I have as many names as there are winds. As many titles as there are ways to die. My ravens are Huginn and Muninn. Thought and Memory. My wolves are Freki and Geri. My horse is the gallowed. I am... Odin!

& Laura: I’d like to have a word with my husband.

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Twin Peaks. The Return. Part 7

Twin Peaks 3×7

& Sheriff Truman: Laura never met Cooper. He came here after she died, didn’t he?
    Deputy Hawk: She said that these words from Annie came to her in a dream. This thing she said... «the good Dale is in the lodge and can’t come out.» But Harry saw Cooper come out of the lodge with Annie that night. Doc and Harry took him over to the Great Northern, but if the good Cooper is in the lodge and can’t come out, then the one who came out of the lodge with Annie that night... was not the good Cooper.
    Sheriff Truman: And he left town soon after.

& Sheriff Truman: Uh, do you know what Skype is, Doc?
    Doc Hayward: I use it all the time.

& Sheriff Truman: Keep working the sunny side of the river, Doc.

& Director Cole: How did it go?
    Albert: Not well. I said, «Hello, Diane.» She said, «This is about Cooper, isn’t it?» I said, «Maybe.» She said, and I quote, «No fucking way.»
    Director Cole: Oh.

& Director Cole: Now, take it easy, Diane, and let’s just sit down and have a nice, simple chat. You got any coffee?
    Diane: No. I don’t have any cigarettes either.
    Director Cole: Ah, the memory of tobacco. But I gave it up.
    Diane: Fuck you, Gordon.
    Albert: Now you’re getting the personal treatment.
    Diane: Oh, you want personal? Fuck you, too, Albert.
    Director Cole: Now that we got the pleasantries out of the way...
    Albert: I never even got this far.

& Diane: That is not the Dale Cooper that I knew. ... It isn’t time passing... or how he’s changed... or the way he looks. It’s something here. There’s something that definitely isn’t here.

& Diane: Cheers. To the FBI.

& Janey-E: Ah, it’s a terrible car, always in the shop... Silver, four-door, cheap Ford, the kind they call down at that dealer a «previously owned» car.

& Benjamin: Room 315... Wait a minute. I think that was the room where Agent Cooper was shot.
    Beverly: Who’s Agent Cooper?
    Benjamin: FBI. He was here, I don’t know, maybe 25 years ago... investigating the murder of Laura Palmer.
    Beverly: Who’s Laura Palmer?
    Benjamin: Oh, that, my dear... is a long story.

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18 июл. 2017 г.


& Somerset: I want you to look and I want you to listen, okay?
    Mills: Now, I wasn’t standing around guarding the Taco Bell. I’ve worked Homicide five years.
    Somerset: Not here.
    Mills: I understand that.
    Somerset: Well, over the next seven days, detective, you’ll do me the favor of remembering that.

& Forensic: He’s dead.
    Somerset: Thank you, doctor.

& Somerset: This was found on the wall behind the refrigerator... in the obesity murder scene. «Long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to light.» It’s from Milton. Paradise Lost.
    Captain: All right, I’m confused.
    Somerset: It means that this is beginning.

& Somerset: There are seven deadly sins, captain. Gluttony... Greed... Sloth, wrath, pride, lust... and envy. Seven. ... You can expect five more of these.

& Somerset: Gentlemen, gentlemen. I’ll never understand. All these books... a world of knowledge at your fingertips. And what do you do? You play poker all night.

& Tracy: Subway.
    Mills: It will go away in a minute.
    Tracy: It’s nothing.
    Mills: Real estate guy. Fucking piece of... Sorry, honey. He’s... He shows us the place a few times. I think he’s good. He’s efficient. Tracy really likes him. Then I start wondering why will he only bring us here five minutes at a time, yeah?.. We found out the first night.
    Somerset: The soothing, relaxing, vibrating home, huh?

& Somerset: Well, in any major city, minding your own business is a science. The first thing they teach women in rape prevention is never cry for help. Always yell «Fire.» Nobody answers to «Help.» You holler «fire,» they come running.

& Somerset: You meant what you said to Mrs. Gould, didn’t you? About catching this guy.
    Mills: Yeah.
    Somerset: Hmm. Wish I still thought the way you do...
    Mills: Why don’t you tell me what the hell it is you think we’re doing then.
    Somerset: Picking up the pieces. We’re collecting all the evidence, taking all the pictures and samples. Writing everything down. Noting the time things happened.
    Mills: That’s all?
    Somerset: That’s all. Putting everything into neat little piles and filing it away. On the off chance it will ever be needed in the courtroom. Picking up diamonds on a deserted island. Saving them in case we get rescued.
    Mills: Bullshit.
    Somerset: Even the most promising clues usually only lead to others. So many corpses roll away unrevenged.
    Mills: Don’t try to tell me you didn’t get that rush tonight. I saw you.

& Somerset: It’s impressive to see a man feeding off his emotions.

& Somerset: I remember thinking how can I bring a child into a world like this? How can...? How can a person grow up with all this around them?

& Somerset: I’m positive that I made the right decision. But there’s not a day that passes... that I don’t wish that I had made a different choice.

& Somerset: If you don’t keep... The baby, I mean, if that’s your decision... don’t ever tell him that you were pregnant. But if you choose to have this baby... you spoil that kid every chance you get. That’s about all the advice I can give you, Tracy.

& Somerset: This guy is methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
    Mills: He’s a nut bag! And just because the fucker’s got a library card doesn’t make him Yoda.

& Somerset: See, for years the FBI’s been hooked into the library system, keeping records.
    Mills: Mm-hm. Assessing fines?
    Somerset: No, monitoring reading habits. Look... Certain books are flagged. Books on, say, nuclear weapons and, well, Mein Kampf. Anyone who checks out a flagged book... has his library records fed into the FBI’s computers then on.
    Mills: Wait, wait, wait, how is this legal?
    Somerset: Oh, legal, illegal. These terms don’t apply.

& Mills: If you think you’re preparing me for hard times, thank you, but...
    Somerset: But you gotta be a hero. You wanna be a champion. Let me tell you, people don’t want a champion. They wanna eat cheeseburgers, play lotto and watch TV.
    Mills: How did you get like this?...
    Somerset: It wasn’t one thing, I can tell you that. I just don’t think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy... as if it was a virtue. You’re no different, no better. I didn’t say I was different or better. I’m not. Hell, I sympathize. I sympathize completely. Apathy is a solution. I mean, it’s easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life. It’s easier to steal what you want... than it is to earn it. It’s easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs. It takes effort and work.
    Mills: It makes no sense. ... Whatever, the point is, is that I don’t think you’re quitting... because you believe these things you say. I don’t. I think you wanna believe them because you’re quitting. You want me to agree and say, «Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re right. It’s all fucked up. It’s a fucking mess. We should all go live in a fucking log cabin.» But I won’t. I won’t say that. I don’t agree with you. I do not. I can’t.

& John Doe: Detective! You’re looking for me.

& Captain: So far everything’s a dead end. No credit history. No employment records. His bank account’s only 5 years old and it was started with cash. We’re even trying to trace his furniture. About only thing we know about that guy right now... is that he’s independently wealthy, well-educated and totally insane.
    Somerset: Because he’s John Doe by choice.

& Mills: We’re not just going to pick up two more dead bodies, are we, John? That wouldn’t be shocking enough. We’ve got newspapers to think about, yeah?
    John Doe: Wanting people to listen... you can’t just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer. And then you’ll notice you’ve got their strict attention.

& Mills: What do you got?
    Somerset: Dead dog.
    John Doe: I didn’t do that.

& Somerset: Ernest Hemingway once wrote, «The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.» I agree with the second part.

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The Focus Group

Grace and Frankie 3×3

& Grace: Mr. Money Bags. Have you talked to him yet about the terms of the loan?
    Frankie: Of course I did.
    Grace: And what are they?
    Frankie: It’s... you know... 72.
    Grace: As in, percent? As in, interest?
    Frankie: It’s an FDA glass-ceiling mortgage. It’s all FICA, Grace.

& Frankie: Orgasms and pancakes with all the fixings! Best day ever.

& Grace: ...Target market? You’ve been tossing around fancy terms lately.
    Frankie: I googled «business words.» If I’m gonna be taken seriously as an entrepreneur, I should start sounding like one. Hostile takeover. Vested interest. File not found...

& Grace: Is that Chinese food?
    Brianna: It is. ... No. No. No! Mom. You: «Hey, can you come by for dinner tonight? Smiley face.» Me: «Sure, I’ll bring... What would you like?» You: «Anything. Don’t care. Wink face.»
    Grace: That’s the trouble with texting. If we had had an actual conversation, you would know that «anything» means «anything but Chinese.»

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Дина Ильинична Рубина — Высокая вода венецианцев

Мастер-тарабука (сборник)

  “Она догадалась за несколько мгновений до того, как Юрик взял в руки протокол рентгеновского исследования. ...
&  — Ну, умрешь! — громко сказала она вслух. — И черт с тобой. А ты как думала? Моцарт умер, а ты будешь вечно живая?

&  Каждое детство чревато озорной смертью со своих скользких обрывистых, острых краев...

&  На огромных старинных картах шестнадцатого века, в зале Щита, она, конечно, искала свою страну. И нашла, и поразилась: очень точно указаны были границы владений колен, обозначены имена — Иегуда, Менаше, Дан, Реувен, Иссахар... А вся страна называлась... Палестина.
     Она долго стояла перед этой картой. Вот она, модель отношения к нам мира, думала она. Мир не может отказать нам в тех или иных деталях, подтверждающих целое, но в самом целом — упрямо, бездоказательно, тупо — отказывает.

&  ...В гетто, на площади Джетто Нуово она отыскала мемориальную доску с именами своих погибших соплеменников.
     И сразу заплакала.
     Человек, чуждый всякому сантименту, она всегда легко и сладостно плакала над судьбой своего народа. Привыкла к этому своему — как считала — генному рефлексу, всегда ощущала упрямую принадлежность, смиренно несла в себе признаки рода и, со свойственной ее народу мнительностью, внимательно вслушивалась в себя, в ревнивый ток неугасимой крови...
  ... Надо было дожить отпущенное ей время, как доживал этот город: щедро, на людях. В трудах и веселье.”

17 июл. 2017 г.

Men & Chicken

& Epigraph: Whom Nature hadn’t dealt the best of cards...

& In fact, they hadn’t been dealt any cards at all. Yet, like everyone else — they would dream of achieving great things — as well as lesser great things. About surviving — and, in time, passing on life.

& Elias: I’m on a date... again. She sure is hot. She’s got wheels.

& Gabriel: It’s not good to be excluded.
    Elias: Well, many great thinkers have been. Copernicus, Tesla, Spinoza... Kepler, Darwin. I’ve had my run-ins with the faculty. Darwin, that loser. What a moron. You like him too now, do you?
    Gabriel: Darwin was no moron.
    Elias: Yes. His idea was a stroke of luck. He might as well have spent 15 years proving a thesis that didn’t stick. Then how great would you think he was? It was pure luck, stumbling upon the species thing. Exactly like Einstein struck luck with the theory of relativity.
    Gabriel: Einstein received the Nobel Prize in Physics, Elias.
    Elias: In 1921, the lamest year in Physics! They’re all fools, but you’re too gullible to see it.

& Gabriel: We’re all searching for answers. That’s what we’re all trying.
    Franz: Who’s trying what?
    Gabriel: We’re all trying to find meaning.
    Franz: The meaning of what?
    Gabriel: Of everything. Of life, you know? Who are we, and where we come from. Those kind of questions.
    Franz: Who wants that again? God?
    Gabriel: God? No, us human beings. All of us. You and me.
    Franz: That doesn’t seem very well contemplated. You should write a book about cheese.
    Gabriel: About cheese?

& Josef: Abraham’s undiagnosed schizophrenia makes the voices in his head worsen. As he still hasn’t sought psychiatric help nor started on antipsychotics the hallucinatory voices order him to climb a mountain in Moriah-land, slaughter his own son, Isaac, and subsequently burn him. ... After having abducted Isaac to the mountain, placed him on the pyre and threatened him with a blade, the voices tell him not to kill his son. The thin air causes neurotransmitters such as dopamine and serotonin to alter the hallucinations—
    Gabriel: Just tell the story like it is!... Ridiculous!.. Tell the plot without interpreting it.
    Josef: I haven’t even begun interpreting.

& Franz: You wanted to read the stupid book. Let Josef do it his own way. Go ahead, Josef.
    Josef: The rest is a mess. Unstructured. Abraham suddenly slits the throat of a racially unspecified ram that appears and gets stuck in a... in an otherwise unestablished bush. Isaac is off the hook, and Abraham ultimately lights the goat on fire. Hardly impressive. In chapter 23...

& Franz: I don’t like this book so far. Even less do I like how Abraham and Sara have Isaac. It’s unrealistic. ....
    Gabriel: It is a miracle that they have Isaac. That’s the power of God in this story.
    Franz: It’s stupid, splashing miracles around like that. It’s insane for God to play omnipotent, making parents out of 100-year-olds.

& Josef: Mouse is much better than chicken.
    Franz: No way. These rules are different.
    Gregor: Dog is best.
    Franz: It’s a whole other system, Gregor! You’re only 10%, which makes me much more chicken than you are dog.
    Gregor: Dog beats everything, Franz.

& Elias: I’m not... I’m not all together normal, Gabriel. I’m not.
    Gabriel: None of us really are.

& Epilogue: Every life is a miracle. Every creature, beautiful and ugly, fat and thin, good and evil, young and old, animal and human, and everything in-between created by whoever, wherever.
    Although the old townspeople still feared the brothers, and everything everyone knew went on in the basement... they still respected the fact that sometimes it had to be so.
    For the very simple reason that life is life and the alternative is never to be preferred.

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Fear the Walking Dead 3×4

& Efrain: Me? I’m the fifth Beatle. You?

& Efrain: Every Tuesday, 5 PM— a little miracle.

& Efrain: I’ve got good news... and bad news. The good news is... there’s nobody left in this world to judge you. The bad news...

& Dante: This may be the apocalypse... but it’s not communism.

& Daniel: Ofelia is dead. Her father is dead. And so are you.

& Daniel: Forgive me.
    Efrain: Again?

& Daniel: Forgive me.

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16 июл. 2017 г.


Fargo 3×9

& Emmit: I want to be clear about something. If anybody comes here, claiming to be my lawyer, don’t let them in.
    Gloria: Like who?
    Emmit: Anybody.

& Emmit: A lie is not a lie if you believe it’s true, do you think that?
    Gloria: It’s not my story.
    Emmit: I think that. Or I did, I guess. I don’t know what I believe now.

& Emmit: You think there’s a special level of hell for people that killed their loved ones on Christmas Eve?

& Emmit: What’s that old quote, that... «The greatest trick the devil ever pulled... was convincing the world he didn’t exist.»

& Emmit: Thirty years I’ve been killing him. That was just when he fell.

& Nikki: What’s the «V.M.» stand for?
    V.M. Varga: How much and where?

& Gloria: Heck, I think I might finally put this thing to bed.

& Dammick: This guy must really hate Stussys...

& Gloria: And you’re aware what happened to Mr. Feltz, subsequently? His illness?
    Mrs. Goldfarb: I heard. Quel dommage. When it rains, it pours.
    Gloria: Sometimes it drizzles.
    Mrs. Goldfarb: It’s a saying... When it rains, it pours. Like a penny saved is a penny earned.

& Mrs. Goldfarb: You know how the memory can play tricks... That’s another saying.

& V.M. Varga: How quaint. I’ve never understood this repulsive affinity of playing games.
    Nikki: Oh, bridge isn’t a game. 58 octillion possible deals. Then you got the human factor. Symbiosis with your partner. The cheats and tells of your opponents. Strategy. That was my strength.

& Nikki: You tell people you work for a company called Narwal ’cause people look past middle management. But I know a boss when I see one.
    V.M. Varga: Very good. You just added a zero to your salary.

& Nikki: ...now it’s just me and you. And I want my money.
    V.M. Varga: ... You just added another two zeros to your salary.

& V.M. Varga: You know, I didn’t have any feeling about you before, but now I’m starting to really dislike you.
    Nikki: Good.

& Gloria: You think the world is something, then it turns out to be something else.

& Gloria: Who is he?
    Emmit: Who?
    Gloria: The master pulling the strings.

& V.M. Varga: The problem is not that there is evil in the world, the problem is that there is good. Because otherwise, who would care?

& Winnie: To showing up and fighting back.
    Gloria: Except... It’s over. The good guys lost.
    Winnie: For the present, but we all know Jesus wins in the end.
    Gloria: I’ll drink to that.

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House of Cards 5×3

Chapter 55

& Yates: He’s hiding something... But it doesn’t matter. He’s modern. He makes the presidency accessible. I mean, don’t you want to see the candidate stay up all night?

& Underwood: Do the people around us understand what it takes?

& Claire: I know your speech.
    Underwood: But can you finish? You have to know how to finish, Claire.

& Matthews: You want the truth?
    Doug: Not interested.
    Matthews: It’s over. Underwood’s gonna lose tomorrow. He’s done. And when he’s done, you’re done. You’ll have nothing left. And then, you’ll just disappear.
    Doug: Thank you for your time, Governor.... What would it take to federalize the National Guard in Pennsylvania?

& Bartender: Woman?
    Doug: Work.
    Bartender: Yeah, well, nothing’s forever, man.

& Underwood: Is it enough? What we’re doing?

& Claire: You’re worried about the crowd we just saw.
    Underwood: Not the size. Their enthusiasm.

& Claire: Yes, but it’s different this time. There’s so much going on...
Underwood: I know, but call me superstitious... But we have done this every election we have ever won. Come on.
Claire: I wonder if I know what you mean.
Underwood: I wonder if you wonder. It was a hot afternoon, and I still remember the smell of honeysuckle all down that street. How could I have known that murder...
    Walter Neff: ...Can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?

& Underwood: Are we together?
    Claire: Yes, we’re together. No matter what...
    Underwood: No, not «no matter what.» Are we together?
    Claire: ... We’re together, Francis.
    Underwood: Then don’t ever bring up losing around me again!

& Underwood: They overestimated the turnouts in Pennsylvania by 30%...

& Underwood: It’s low.
    Claire: What do you mean, «low»?
    Underwood: Low.

& Claire: You know what this means, don’t you?
    Underwood: This is our house. We are not leaving.
    Walter Neff: ...The last stop’s a cemetery.

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Уоррен — Вся королевская рать (12/12)

&  Что можно сказать человеку, который узнал о себе правду – неважно, горька она или радостна?

&  Может быть, всякое знание, которое чего-то стоит, оплачивается кровью. Может быть, только так ты можешь определить, стоит ли чего-нибудь твое знание; оно должно быть куплено кровью.

&  Если ты не можешь принять прошлого и его бремени, у тебя нет будущего, ибо без одного не бывает другого, и что, если ты можешь принять прошлое, ты можешь надеяться на будущее, ибо только из прошлого ты можешь построить будущее.

Они были обречены, но их жизнь была мучительным усилием воли. Как сказал в разговоре о моральной нейтральности истории Хью Милер ...: «История слепа, а человек – нет».

&  Добродетель человека может быть не чем иным, как слабостью его желаний, а его преступление – не чем иным, как функцией добродетели.

  ... Но это будет нескоро, а пока мы уйдем из дома в кипящий мир, из истории в историю, чтобы снова держать ответ перед Временем.”

15 июл. 2017 г.

Johnny Guitar

& Sam: Never seen a woman who was more a man. She thinks like one, acts like one, and sometimes makes me feel like I’m not.

& Vienna: Spin the wheel, Eddie.
    Eddie: What for? There’s no customers.
    Vienna: I like to hear it spin.

& Mr. Andrews: I wish you luck, Vienna. For whatever it’s worth.
    Vienna: Thanks, Mr. Andrews, but I’m not trusting to luck. A good gunfighter doesn’t depend on four leaf clovers.

& Vienna: Down there I sell whiskey and cards. All you can buy up these stairs is a bullet in the head. Now, which do you want?

& Johnny: There’s nothin’ like a good smoke and a cuppa’ coffee. You know, some men got the craving for gold and silver. Others need lotsa’ land, with herds of cattle. And then there’s those that got the weakness for whiskey, and for women. When you boil it all down, what does a man really need? Just a smoke and a cup of coffee.

& Marshal Williams: And who are you?
    Johnny: The name, sir, is Johnny Guitar.
    Dancin’ Kid: That’s no name!
    Johnny: Anybody care to change it?

& Bart: How come you don’t go armed?
    Johnny: Because I’m not the fastest draw west of the Pecos.

& Vienna: Play something for me, Mr. Guitar.
    Johnny: Anything special?
    Vienna: Just put a lot of love in it.

& Vienna: When a fire burns itself out, all you have left is ashes.

& Johnny: How many men have you forgotten?
    Vienna: As many women as you’ve remembered.

& Marshal Williams: My men are not killers. They gotta be cold, tired and hungry before they get mad.
    Emma: How long does that take?
    Marshal Williams: You’ve got five years of mad in you. You can give them another five hours.

& Vienna: I’ll have to turn him over to the posse.
    Tom: But they’ll hang him, he’s just a boy.
    Vienna: Boys who play with guns have to be ready to die like men.

& Emma: What was your business at the bank this morning?
    Vienna: If you remember, McIvers gave me 24 hours to close. I drew out my own money, paid off my boys and I’m closed. You can’t buy a drink or turn a card. I’m sitting here in my own house, minding my own business, playing my own piano. I don’t think you can make a crime out of that.

& Johnny: How do I make sure?
    Vienna: If you’re not sure by now, telling won’t help.

& Dancin’ Kid: Well! Pleased to meet you, Mr. Logan...
    Johnny: I never shake hands with a left-handed draw.
    Dancin’ Kid: Smart fella.
    Johnny: That’s how I keep alive.

& Vienna: Sit down, Johnny. We’ve both done a lot of living. Our problem now is how to do a little more.

& Bart: Some people just won’t listen.

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Silicon Valley 4×9

& Jared: I’m sorry. You’re... you’re talking about sneaking our code onto people’s phones without them even knowing about it? I mean, that’s malware, Richard.
    Richard: No. No, no, no. Think of it more as, um, forced adoption through aggressive guerrilla marketing.
    Jared: Well, as a product of forced adoption, I can assure you there are consequences.

& Richard: People don’t delete apps.

& Dinesh: Excuse me. What’s your policy on anonymous tips?

& Erlich: It’ll never work.
    Richard: You don’t even know what we’ve been talking about.
    Erlich: I don’t need to, Richard. The truth is, we’ve tried and tried. Every time we’ve gotten a whiff of success, a giant pelican by the name of Fate takes a four-and-a-half-pound shit right on top of us. There are people who are destined for greatness and people who are not. Richard, it seems you and I... are not.

& Jian-Yang: I’ll pay for it, whatever it costs.
    Erlich: Well, it seems the smallest of us has the biggest heart. Thank you, young Jinathon. Business class?

& Erlich: Where there’s a will, there’s a way... just not for you guys.

& Richard: How are we like Hooli? We are trying to give free Internet to the entire world. If we have to bend a few rules here and there... I mean, it’s all for the greater good, is it not?

& Richard: First hurdle down. We’re past security.
    Dinesh: That made me nervous, sneaking all that shit in.
    Gilfoyle: Why? We’re bringing tech to a tech convention.

& Gilfoyle: Something wrong?
    Richard: Yeah, actually. Very wrong. PeaceFare is a game. ...look at his website. Give virtual coins to virtual homeless people. Grow virtual corn to feed virtual starving villages. What the fuck, right? I mean, he’s over there making all this noise about turning your mobile device into an empathy machine, but it’s not doing anything!
    Gilfoyle: Fascinating, Richard. Have you heard anything about how Pied fucking Piper is doing?

& Jared: Richard Hendricks, the Monet of compressionism.

& Richard: Hey, which of the bathrooms is closest?
    Jared: Uh, end of the row, 78 paces to the right.

& Richard: We have to try. Okay, I’m going to put this in your backpack.
    Dinesh: Oh no. I don’t want it. I don’t want it.
    Richard: Dinesh, it’s fine. And you, you’re gonna hold this kill switch, and then you’re gonna walk into the most densely populated area you can find. All right? If you see the security coming, remember, you press that button and, poof, you’re gone.
    Dinesh: Yeah? Okay. I’ll get as many of those motherfuckers as I can.
    Richard: We’ll be rewarded in the end.

& Dinesh: I’m sorry. PoopFare?
    Richard: Yeah, it was, like, a play on the name.
    Dinesh: Is it a play on the name? PissFare would be way better.
    Gilfoyle: Or PenisFare.
    Dinesh: Or PeaceFart. That’s just changing one letter.

& Jared: Richard, the fact that you think that success justifies all your behavior...
    Richard: We were in crisis mode, okay? And yeah, I lost my head, but crisis averted, so it’s time to reinstate habeas corpus, huh? Be Honest Abe again.
    Jared: What about the next crisis, Richard?

& Gilfoyle: You don’t think this had anything to do with us, do you?

& Gavin: Are you fucking kidding me?
    Erlich: No. I’m really here.

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