Thursday, 31 January 2013

• The Princess Diaries

  Mia: Hi, um... hello. I'm Mia. Um, it's stopped raining! I'm really no good at speech-making. Normally I get so nervous that I faint or run away, or sometimes I even get sick. But you really didn't need to know that... But I'm not so afraid anymore. See, my father helped me. Earlier this evening had every intention of giving up my claim to the throne. And my mother 0helped me, by telling me it was ok, and by supporting me like she has for my entire life. But then I wondered how I'd feel after abdicating my role as Princess of Genovia. Would I feel relieved, or would I feel sad? And then I realized how many stupid times a day I use the word 'I.' And probably all I ever do is think about myself. And how lame is that when there's like seven billion other people out there on the planet, and... sorry, I'm going too fast. But then I thought, if I cared about the other seven billion out there, instead of just me, that's probably a much better use of my time.
  See, if i were Princess of Genovia, then my thoughts and the thoughts of people smarter than me would be much better heard, and just maybe those thoughts could be turned into actions. So this morning when I woke up, I was Mia Thermopolis. But now I choose to be forevermore, Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia.

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• Million Dollar Baby

  Maggie Fitzgerald: I'm 32, Mr. Dunn, and I'm here celebrating the fact that I spent another year scraping dishes and waitressing which is what I've been doing since 13, and according to you I'll be 37 before I can even throw a decent punch, which I have to admit, after working on this speed bag for a month may be the God's simple truth. Other truth is, my brother's in prison, my sister cheats on welfare by pretending one of her babies is still alive, my daddy's dead, and my momma weighs 312 pounds. If I was thinking straight I'd go back home, find a used trailer, buy a deep fryer and some Oreos. Problem is, this the only thing I ever felt good doing. If I'm too old for this then I got nothing. That enough truth to suit you?

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• Lionin Winter

  Eleanor of Aquitaine: Of course he has a knife. He always has a knife. We all have knives. It's 1183 and we're barbarians. How clear we make it. Oh, my piglets, we're the origins of war. Not history's forces nor the times nor justice nor the lack of it nor causes nor religions nor ideas nor kinds of government nor any other thing! We are the killers; we breed war. We carry it, lke syphilis, inside. Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten. For the love of God, can't we love each other just a little? That's how peace begins. We have so much to love each other for. We have such possibilities, my children; we could change the world.

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• French Lieutentant's Woman

  Sarah: You cannot understand because you are not a woman. You are not a woman born to be a farmer's wife but educated to be something better. You were not born a woman with a love of beauty, intelligence, learning, but who's position in the world forbids her to share that love with another......You are not the daughter of a bankrupt. You have not spent your life in penury. You are not condemned. You are not an outcast. I gave myself to the French Lieutenant so that I should never be the same again, so that I should be seen for the outcast I am. I knew it was ordained that I could never marry an equal. So I married shame. It is my shame that has kept me alive, my knowing that I am truly not like other women. I shall never like them have children, a husband, the pleasures of a home. Sometimes I pity them. I have a freedom they cannot know. No insult, no blame can touch me. I have myself gone beyond the pale. I am nothing. I am hardly human anymore. (pause) I am the French Lieutenant' s Whore

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• east of Eden

  East of Eden
  written by Paul Osborn, from the novel by John Steinbeck

   

   

  Abra: (softly) Mr. Trask. (she waits) Mr. Trask -- can you hear me? Is it just Cal you won't answer? Can you answer? (Adam makes no sign) I think you can understand me, though. I think behind your eyes you're just as alert as ever and understand everything I say -- only you can't show it. (pauses) Mr. Trask, it's awful not to be loved. It's the worst thing in the world. Don't ask me -- even if you could -- how I know that. I just know it. It makes you mean -- and violent -- and cruel. And that's the way Cal has always felt, Mr. Trask. All his life! Maybe you didn't mean it that way -- but it's true. You never gave him your love. You never asked for his. You never asked him for one thing. (pause) Cal did something very bad and I'm not asking you to forgive him -- or bless him or anything like that. Cal has got to forgive you -- for not having loved him -- or for not having shown your love. And he has forgiven you. I know he has. But you must give him some sign, Mr. Trask -- some sign that you love him -- or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him (she pauses) I love Cal, Mr. Trask. And I want him to be happy and strong and whole. And only you can do it. Try! Please try! Find a way to show him! Ask for something. Let him help you, so he knows you love him. Let him do for you -- (she looks at him a moment more) Excuse me, Mr. Trask, for daring to speak to you this way -- if you hear me -- but I had to! (upset, she runs from the room)

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