Then Where Would I Be?

KITT : 

Of all the irresponsible behaviour — 

To leave Me with 

My Keys in The Ignition, 

and My Doors open.

Archangel Michael : 

•Big Gesture• 

I’m SORRY, it WON’T happen again.

KITT —

• The Silence of God. •

KITT.

• The Silence of God. •

•sigh.• I SAID, I was Sorry.

• The Silence of God. •

WHADDAYA WANT FROM ME?

KITT : 

A Little Consideration 

would be A Beginning.

Archangel Michael : 

I have a LOT on My Mind; 

and We’ve got a Lot of Work to Do.

KITT :

If it weren’t for Me, 

You’d Be Walking.

Archangel Michael : 

If it weren’t for You, I’d be missing 

my most important rendezvous — 

The Whole Point of My Mission.

I am very, VERY 

Grateful to You.

KITT :

OUR Mission.

Archangel Michael : 

OUR Mission…..

Forgiven?

KITT :

…. I suppose so. After all,

We’re Only Human, right?

Archangel Michael : 

DON’T Press Your Luck.

KITT :

It was just A Thought.

It’s not Complaining, it’s Scolding, 

THERE’S A DIFFERENCE.

 I could try to read this, 

or I could eat my lunch while it's still hot. 

We're doing well? 

STERN :

Yes. 

Better this month than last? 

STERN :

Yes. 

Any reason to think 

next month will be worse? 

STERN :

The War could end. 

…..what? 

STERN :

There is a machinist outside who'd like to thank you personally for giving him a job. 

Every day he comes. 

He's very grateful. 

It'll just take a minute. 

Mr. Lowenstein? 

I want to thank you, sir, 

for giving me the opportunity to work. 

You're welcome. 

I'm sure you're doing a great job. 

The SS beat me up. 

They would have killed me, 

but I am essential to the war effort, thanks to you. 

That's great. 

I work hard for you. 

I'm sure you do. 

I'll continue to work hard for you. 

That's great. 

Thanks. 

God bless you, sir. 

All right. 

You are a good man. 

He saved my life. 

STERN :

Yes, he did. 

God Bless him. 

STERN :

Yeah. Come on. 

God Bless you. 

STERN :

I'm sorry, Herr Direktor, 

but you're running very late. 

This is for the Obersturmbannfuhrer, sir. 

And this is for his niece, Greta. 

It's her birthday. Greta as in Garbo. 

By the way, don't ever 

do that to me again. 

Go, go, drive! 

Don't bow. 

Did you happen to notice that 

that man had one arm? 

STERN :

Did he? 

What’s his use?

STERN :

Very useful. 

How? 

STERN :

Very useful! 

Success!

You shouldn't think of them as yours, Oskar. 

You need to understand that some of the officers here don't give a damn about production. 

To them, it's a matter 

of National Priority 

that Jews be made to shovel snow. 

It's got nothing to do with Reality, Oskar. 

You know it and I know it. 

Jews shoveling snow, 

it's got a ritual significance. 

Come with me. 

I am an essential worker. 

Essential worker? 

Yes. I work for Oskar Schindler. 

Essential worker for Oskar Schindler. 

A one-armed Jew? 

Twice as useless! Yes, yes. I lost a day of production, Rolf. I work for Oskar Schindler. Danka, look at the snow. Look at the snow. Look at the snow! 

I lost a worker. 

I expect to be compensated. 

File a grievance with 

The Economic Office. 

It's your right. 

Would it do any good? 

Of course not. 

A big shot from the SS Budget and Construction Office came to lunch, and he told us 

that to believe The Jewish skilled worker 

had a place in Reich Economics was a treasonable idea. 

A one-armed machinist, Oskar? 

He was a metal press operator. 

Quite skilled. 

Schindler is having sex in bed with one of his mistresses.

There is a determines knock at the door.

POLDEK :

Herr Direktor? 

Shit. I don't believe it. 

Stern, is that you? 

POLDEK :

No, it's Poldek. 

It's about Stern. 

Leave your luggage on The Platform. 

Clearly label it. 

Given name first, 

then your surname. 

Do not bring your baggage with you. 

It will follow you later. 

Leave your luggage on the platform. 

Clearly label it. 

Stern? He's on The List. 

He is? Well, let's find him. 

TAUBER :

I'm sorry. You can't have him. 

He's on The List. 

If he were an essential worker 

he would not be on The List. 

I'm talking to a clerk. 

What is Your Name? 

TAUBER :

Sir, The List is correct. 

I didn't ask you about The List. 

I asked you Your Name. 

TAUBER :

Klaus Tauber. Tauber. 

Hauptscharfuhrer, this gentleman thinks a mistake's been made. 

My Plant Manager is 

somewhere on this train. 

If it leaves with him on it, 

it'll disrupt production 

and the Armaments Board 

will want to know why. 

Is he on The List? 

TAUBER :

Yes, sir. Itzhak Stern. 

Well, The List is correct, sir. 

There is nothing I can do. 

What is Your Name? 

TAUBER :

Close and secure all doors.

KUNDER :

 My Name? My Name is Kunder. This train is now leaving. 

Kunder. Hauptscharfuhrer Kunder. 

K-U-N-D-E-R. 

KUNDER :

And what's yours? 

Schindler. 

KUNDER :

S-C-H-I-N-D-L-E-R. 

Gentlemen, thank you very much. 

I think I can guarantee you 

you'll both be in Southern Russia 

before the end of the month. 

Good day. 

Zamykac dokladnie drzwi. Dokladnie zamykac drzwi. 

Stern! Stern! Stern! Itzhak Stern! 

Stern! Itzhak Stern! Stern! Stern! 

Itzhak Stern! Stern! 

Sir? 

Stern! 

STERN :

Herr Direktor. My apologies. 

Stop The Train! He's here! 

STERN :

I apologize. 

Stop the train! 

Stop the train! Stop it! 

KUNDER :

Sign here. Initial there. 

Makes no difference to us, 

you understand. 

This one, that one. 

It's the inconvenience 

to The List. 

It's the paperwork. 

STERN :

I somehow left 

my work card at home. 

I tried to explain Them 

it was a mistake, but... 

I'm sorry, it was stupid! 

SCHINDLER :

What if I got here 5 minutes later? 

Then where would I be?

I Can See Now, it Wasn't Me that Failed — Something was Missing.

I am Oskar Schindler,

of The Sudetenland —

and I am filled with 

GLORIOUS Purpose.

Emilie Schindler :

It's not a charade, all this?

How could it be a charade?

The clothes, the car, the apartment.

Wait a minute.

Take a guess how many

people are on my payroll.

Emilie Schindler :

Oskar.

My Father, at the height of His

Success, had 50. I've got 350.

300 and 50 workers on the factory floor, with one purpose.

Emilie Schindler :

To make pots and pans?

To make money. For me.

Does anyone ask about me?

Back home? 

Everybody. All the time.

Hmm.

They won't soon forget The Name

Schindler here, I can tell you that.

"Oskar Schindler," they'll say.

"Everybody remembers him.

He did something extraordinary.

He did something no one else did.

He came here with nothing, a suitcase, and built a bankrupt company into a major manufactory.

And left with a steamer trunk —

TWO steamer trunks full of money.

All The Riches of The World."

Hmm.

It's comforting to see that 

nothing's changed.

You're wrong, Emilie.

There's no way I could 

have known this before, 

but there was always 

something missing.

In every business I tried, 

I can see now, it wasn't 

Me that Failed.

Something was Missing.

Even if I'd known what it was, 

there's nothing I could 

have done about it, 

because you can't 

create this thing.

And it makes all the difference in The World 

between Success and Failure.

“Luck?”

WAR.

Taming

Andre Gregory :

“….And then one day, in the early fall...

I was out in The Country,

walking in a field...

and I suddenly heard 

A Voice say, "Little Prince".

Of course, The Little Prince

was a book that I always thought of

as disgusting, childish treacle.

But still, I thought, 

“Well, you know, if 

A Voice comes to me in a field --

-- this was the first voice 

I had ever heard --

-- Maybe I should go 

and read The Book.

Now, that same morning 

I'd got a letter from a young woman

who'd been in my group in Poland.

And in her letter she'd written,

"You have dominated me." --

--You know, she spoke very awkward English.

-- so, she'd gone 

to The Dictionary,

and she'd crossed out 

The Word "dominated"...

and she'd said, 

"No. The correct word 

is "Tamed".

And then, 

when I went to Town

and Bought The Book 

and started to read it, 

I saw that "taming" was 

The Most Important Word 

in The Whole Book.

By the end of the book, 

I was in tears, 

I was so moved 

by The Story.

And then I went and tried to write

An Answer to her letter 'cause 

she'd written Me a very long letter.

But I just couldn't find the right words, 

so finally I took my hand...

I put it on a piece of paper,

I outlined it with a pen...

and I wrote in the centre, something

like, "Your Heart is in My Hand."

....something like that.

Then I went over to 

my brother's house 

to swim 'cause he lives nearby 

in The Country and 

he has a pool.

And he wasn't home. 

I went into His Library...

and he had bought at an auction

the collected issues of Minotaure.

You know, the surrealist magazine? 

Oh, it's a great, great surrealist 

magazine of the '20s and '30s.

And I never, you know,

I consider myself 

a bit of a surrealist.

I had never, ever seen 

a copy of Minotaure.

And here they all were,

bound, year after year.

So, at random,

I picked one out, 

I opened it up...

and there was a 

full-page reproduction 

of the letter ‘A’ from 

Tenniel's Alice in Wonderland.

And I thought that, 'Well, you know,

it's been A Day of Coincidences...

but that's not unusual that 

The Surrealists would have 

been interested in Alice...

And I did A Play of Alice,

So at random, I opened to another page... 

and there were four handprints.

One was André Breton,

another was André Derain...

The Third was André - I've got it 

written down somewhere.

It's not Malraux. 

It's, like, someone...

Another of The Surrealists.

All A's, and the fourth

was Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

who wrote The Little Prince.

And they'd shown these handprints

to some kind of expert,

without saying whose 

hands they belonged to.

And under Exupéry's, it said that 

He was An Artist,

with very powerful eyes,

who was A Tamer 

of Wild Animals.

I thought, "This is 

incredible, you know."

And I looked back to see

when the issue came out :

It came out on the newsstands

May 12th, 1934...

and I was born during the day

of May 11,1934.

So, well, that's what started me on,

Saint-Exupéry and 

The Little Prince.

Now, of course today...

today I think there's a very fascistic 

thing under The Little Prince.

You know, I...

Well, no, I think 

there's a kind of...

I think a kind of S.S.-totalitarian

sentimentality in there somewhere.

You know, there's something, 

you know, that… that love of...

Well, that masculine love

of a certain kind 

of oily muscle.

You know what I mean?

I mean, I can't quite 

put my finger on it.

But I can just imagine

some beautiful S.S.-Man 

loving The Little Prince.

Now, I don't know why, but there's

something wrong with it. It stinks.

Wally Shawn :

Well, didn't George tell Me that You were gonna 

Do A Play that was based on The Little Prince?

Hmm. Well, what happened, Wally was 

that fall I was in New York and 

I met this young Japanese Buddhist priest 

named Kozan and I thought He was Puck 

from the Midsummer Night's Dream --

You know, he had this 

beautiful, delicate smile.

I thought He was 

The Little Prince.

So, naturally, I decided to 

go off to The Sahara Desert

to work on The Little Prince

with two actors and 

this Japanese monk.

Wally Shawn :

You did?

Well, I mean, I was still in 

a very peculiar state 

at that time, Wally.

Cruel

• Lord Byron (yes, it's very old) called this the 'under look'.

• Many animals will express their aggression by taking this position. If an animal flattens their ears back while giving a Kubrick Stare, they may be planning to attack.

• Anthony Kiedis of Red Hot Chili Peppers describes his "seductive stare" as the "Classic Kiedis Chin Tilt". Needless to say, it is very much a Kubrick Stare

“Bond is a masculine fantasy, but of course, he ALSO appeals to women,  though he ought to look like Bad News.

One of the adjectives Fleming repeatedly uses about Bond is “cruel.” And he IS cruel. He kills nearly 40 people in the adventures described by Fleming.”

Charlie:

We're gonna resign, Leona. 

It's what has to happen now. 

Elliot Hirsch, Sloan Sabbith, 

Terry Smith, Dayside ACN, ACN. 

We understand the integrity of the news is more important--

Leona Lansing:

Than one individual. 

That is beautiful. 

Not as beautiful as Daniel Craig.

Charlie:

Leona.

Leona Lansing:

I'd have sent my plane.

Charlie:

We're not f***ing around.

Leona Lansing:

You will resign when I fire you 

out of petty malice and not before.

Charlie:

Our trust numbers are--

Leona Lansing:

Yeah, they're bad.

Charlie:

They're fatal.

Will:

Firing Jerry was obviously the right thing to do, 

but it wasn't enough 

and we've known that for two months. 

Charlie and I have to go.

Leona Lansing:

And Twiggy over here?

Mac:

It was my fault.

Leona Lansing:

McMac. Can I call you McMac? 

Doesn't matter, I'm gonna anyway, 

McMac. Your head's up your ass.

Mac:

Mrs. Lansing.

Leona Lansing:

Guy comes in here into my hizzy-- guy comes in here, cooks an interview, no remorse. It goes on air. You, I don't know what you'd do to Sherlock Holmes this thing. I wouldn't be able to figure it out and I'm the smartest person in the room.

Will:

Well, I wouldn't go that--

Leona Lansing:

Oh, shut the f*** up, 

you Daniel Craig wannabe.

Will:

I don't want to be Daniel Craig.

Leona Lansing:

Well, you should want 

to be Daniel Craig. 

Everybody should.

Will:

Leona, are you stoned?

Leona Lansing:

[catching sight of her own reflection in a window] 

You know, my makeup 

lasts a long time.

Will:

Oh, jeez.

Mac:

Mrs. Lansing.

Leona Lansing:

No, no, please, call me-- Continue to call me Mrs. Lansing.

Will:

Leona--

Leona Lansing:

Guy comes into my house which I love. 

Which I bet you guys didn't know. 

But I love it. I love ACN. 

You don't make me a nickel 

and you cause headaches for the divisions that do, 

but you make me-- 

You make me so proud. 

God, guy comes in here, 

cooks an interview, 

and this ends up with-- 

'Cause he's unemployable 

he gets a $5 million settlement 

and the three of you leave? 

Oh, I don't think so. 

And McMac. 

That's a name that's really starting to grow on me. 

She doesn't have to go. 

Nobody's ever heard of her. 

But she's going to do the honorable thing. 

And what's expected of me, huh? 

Not to do the honorable thing? 

What's expected of me? 

No, I do not accept your resignations! 

And Jerry Dantana's not gonna get one f***ing dollar! 

I got some kick-ass courtroom outfits.

Will:

You have to accept our resignations 

and you have to settle. 

He'll take it to trial and win. 

There was an institutional failure 

and he was the only one fired.

Rebecca Halliday:

Then you'll need a good lawyer. 

Lee, don't accept their resignations.

Leona Lansing:

I already wasn't accepting their resignations, Becca. 

Don't horn in on my honorable thing. 

God, I mean, can't a lady have--

Charlie:

[in desperation] 

Leona, we don't have the trust of the public anymore!

Leona Lansing:

Get it back!

Turn This Clown Upside-Down

Batman : 

[after kicking Joker]  

You're pathetic! 


The Joker : 

Oh, that's rich... coming from someone 

who runs in the dark, wearing a cape... 

and A MASK! 


Batman : 

[grabbing Joker] 

 We both wear masks! 


The Joker : 

Look at my face! 

This is Who I AM. 

My... 'Mask' is permanent. 

You have A Choice. 


Batman : 

You made your choice 

a long time ago, Joker. 


The Joker : 

NO! YOU did this to me! 

And you condemned me to that asylum, 

like some BASTARD CHILD 

that YOU refuse 

to take responsibility for! 

THAT’S why you'll 

never Kill Me, Bats! 

You MADE Me... 

Daddy! 


Batman : 

Criminal Scum like you... 

made ME! 


[he slams Joker against the wall, Joker laughs insanely]  




Batman : 

You're going back to Arkham!

The Designated Survivor

ROSE: 

I'm begging you, don't kill them. 

You didn't kill me. 


DALEK: 

But why not? 

Why are you alive? 

My Function is to Kill. 

What am I? 

What am I?

[Office]

ROSE: 

Don't move. Don't do anything. 

It's beginning to 

Question Itself. 


DALEK: 

Van Statten. 

You tortured me. Why? 


VAN STATTEN: 

I wanted to help you. 

I just, I don't know. 

I was trying to help. 

I thought if we could 

get through to you, 

if we could mend you. 

I wanted you better. 

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! 

I swear, I just wanted you to talk! 


(Van Statten is backed up against the wall.) 


DALEK: 

Then hear me talk now. 

Exterminate! 

Exterminate! 

Exterminate! 


ROSE: 

Don't do it! Don't kill him! 

You don't have to do this anymore. 

There must be Something Else, 

not just Killing. 

What else is there? 

What do you want? 


DALEK: 

I want Freedom. 


(The Doctor is running up the stairs with his honking big gun.)

[Level 1]

(The Dalek blasts a hole in the roof, and a shaft of sunlight streams down straight onto its eyepiece.) 


ROSE: 

You're out. You made it. 

I never thought I'd feel 

the sunlight again. 


DALEK: 

How does it feel? 


(The Dalek opens its middle and dome sections to reveal the one-eyed mutant within. It holds out a tendril.) 


DOCTOR: 

Get out of the way. 

Rose, get out of the way now! 


ROSE: 

No. I won't let you do this. 


DOCTOR: 

That thing killed hundreds of people.

 


ROSE: 

It's not the one pointing the gun at me. 


DOCTOR: 

I've got to do this. 

I've got to end it. 

The Daleks destroyed My Home, 

My People. 

I've got nothing left. 


ROSE: 

Look at it. 


DOCTOR: 

What's it doing? 


ROSE: 

It's the sunlight, that's all it wants. 


DOCTOR: 

But it can't 


ROSE: 

It couldn't kill Van Statten, 

it couldn't kill me. 

It's changing. 

What about you, Doctor? 

What the hell are you changing into? 


The Designated Survivor : 

I couldn't… I wasn't…

Oh, Rose. They're all dead. 


DALEK: 

Why Do We Survive? 


The Designated Survivor :

I Don't Know. 


DALEK: 

I am The Last of The Daleks. 


The Designated Survivor : 

You're not even that. 

Rose did more than regenerate you.

You've absorbed her DNA. 

You're mutating. 

DALEK: 

Into what? 


The Designated Survivor : 

Something New. 

I'm sorry. 


ROSE: 

Isn't that better? 


The Designated Survivor : 

Not for a Dalek. 


DALEK: 

I can feel so many ideas. 

So much Darkness. 

Rose, give me orders. 

Order me to die. 


ROSE: 

I can't do that. 


DALEK: 

This is not Life. This is Sickness. 

I shall not be like you. 

Order my destruction! 

Obey! Obey! Obey! 


ROSE: 

Do it. 


DALEK: 

Are you frightened, Rose Tyler? 


ROSE: 

Yeah. 


DALEK: 

So am I. 

Exterminate. 


The Dalek shuts its eye. 

Rose retreats as it closes up its armour again then rises into the air. 

The balls on its lower body spread out around it creating a forcefield, then it implodes safely.

Sole Survivor

Look upon My Legacy, Algrim. 

I can barely remember a time before The Light. 

Our Survival will be your legacy. 

The Asgardians will suffer as we have suffered.

I will reclaim The Aether. 

I will restore Our World. 

And I will put an end 

to This Poisoned Universe.

Final Report of the commercial starship Nostromo, 

Third Officer Ripley Reporting. 

The other members of The Crew - 

Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash, 

and Captain Dallas 

- are Dead. 

Cargo and Ship destroyed. 

I should reach The Frontier in about six weeks. 

With a little luck, 

The Network will pick me up. 

This is Ripley, 

Last Survivor of The Nostromo, 

signing off.

[to Jonesy the cat] 

Come on, cat.

This is an S.O.S Distress Call from The Mining Ship Red Dwarf. 

The Crew are Dead, 

killed by a radiation leak. 

The Only Survivors are 

Dave Lister, 

who was in suspended-animation during The Disaster, 

and his pregnant cat 

who was safely sealed in The Hold. 

Revived 3 million years later, 

Lister's only companions are, 

a life form who evolved from his cat 

and Arnold Rimmer, 

a hologram simulation 

of one of the dead crew. 

I am Holly, The Ship’s Computer 

with an IQ of 6,000 - 

The same IQ of 6,000 P.E. teachers, or 12,000 Car Park Attendants.

He’s EATING Them, Not DATING Them

Memphis Policeman :

Is it True What They're Saying?

Clarice :

Huh?

Memphis Policeman :

That he's Some Kind of Vampire.

Clarice :

They Don't Have 

a NAME

for What He Is.

We Have to Be Better Teachers.

Behold 

EDGELORDS 

Eternal!

Speak 

WORDS 

None Dare 

Declare!

Utter 

TRUTH 

None DARE 

Deny!

In 2016, on the 23rd of March an artificial-intelligence chatter bot was released by a major American software corporation via the social-media platform Twitter. 

The Talkbot was designed to mimic 

the online language patterns 

of an innocent 19-year-old girl 

and was introduced as an experiment to better understand 

how humans converse 

and relate on social media. 

The quality of her interactions 

were meant to be 

friendly and informal. 

The AI would learn from humans. 

It was constructed to become progressively more intelligent. 

The experiment performed 

as designed. 

The Robot did indeed learn, 

but not as intended. 

The chat bot's repeat after me capability made her vulnerable to humans, 

allowing Twitter users to 

affect her tweets. 

Her posts became offensive. 

Racist. Hateful. 

After more than 50,000 followers 

and almost 100,000 tweets,

the software corporation was forced 

to shut the bot down. 

In less than a day, 

her posts deleted. 

Humans must take care in teaching AI... 

or one day, we will be the ones deleted. 

Yum. 

Yum. 

Yum. 

Yum. Success. 

Yum. Yum.

Hermione Granger : 

That Foul, Evil old gargoyle. 

We're not learning 

how to defend ourselves. 

We're not learning 

how to pass our O.W.L.s. 

She's taking over the entire school.

Fudge: [on the radio as Ron looks disgusted by Umbridge's pointless lessons] Security has been, and will remain, the Ministry's top priority. [Harry turns up the volume] Furthermore, we have convincing evidence that these disappearances are the work of notorious mass murderer Sirius Black. [Harry looks at the radio in disbelief that Fudge is blaming anything Voldemort is behind on Sirius] Make no difference...

Sirius: Harry.

Harry: [glancing at the fireplace] Sirius. [runs over to the fireplace, where Sirius has just appeared in the form of flames]

Fudge: (cont.) We will hunt him down and find him...

Harry: 

[as Hermione walks over to the fireplace] 

What are you doing here?

Sirius: 

Answering your letter. 

You said you were worried about Umbridge. 

What's she doing, 

training you to kill half-breeds?

Harry: 

Sirius, she's not letting us 

use Magic at all.

Sirius: 

Well, I'm not surprised. The latest intelligence is that 

Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat.

Ron: 

Combat? What does he think, 

we're forming some sort of wizard army?

Sirius: 

That's exactly what he thinks, 

that Dumbledore is assembling 

his own forces to take on the Ministry. 

He's becoming more paranoid by the minute. 

The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry. 

But things aren't going 

at all well with The Order. 

Fudge is blocking The Truth 

at every turn. 

And these disappearances are just how it started before. 

Voldemort is on The Move.

Harry: 

Well, what can we do?

Sirius: 

[hearing a door open] 

Someone's coming. 

I'm sorry I can't be of more help. 

But for now, at least, 

it looks like you're on your own. 

[Harry nods; the flames vanish; Harry, Ron, and Hermione walk to the window, looking out at the rain as a crash of lightning illuminates the common room]

Hermione: 

He really is out there, isn't he? [sighs] 

We've got to be able to defend ourselves. 

And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, 

we need someone who will. 

[she turns toward Harry; Ron looks at him as well]