Saturday, 28 June 2025

Director



Charlie Rose:
So we talk about artists; filmmaker, innovator, director, storyteller -- 

George Lucas:
Well, A Director is just somebody who's got a fetish 
with making The World to be the way 
he wants it to be, sort of narcissistic

Charlie Rose: 
That's you

George Lucas:
All directors, they're no different. 

Charlie Rose: 
And you're A Director. 

George Lucas:
Yes. All directors are -- they're vaguely like Emperors, which is I want to build the society to be -- to reflect me and what I want. And the great thing about -- you don't have to kill a lot of people and build a lot of stuff and spend a lot of money if you're a king and want to do that. It's good for society, obviously. 

But A Director can do it with a lot less money and just say 
"I'm going to create a world where people can fly."

Charlie Rose: 
So what do "Star Wars" and "Indiana Jones" say about the world you want to create? 

George Lucas:
Well, "Star Wars" and "Indiana Jones" were basically put together -- especially "Star Wars" more than "Indiana Jones" -- "Indiana Jones" was just done for fun to entertain people. And there were some messages in there about archeology and also what we believe in terms of myths and that sort of thing. But the real one is "Star Wars," and that was done in the same vein that what I was saying about the patron creates the propaganda and what I wanted to do was go back to some of the older propaganda, which was consistent through all the societies, which is mythology, but to say what do they all believe? 

Because they were all -- this propaganda 
was created independently

Charlie Rose: 
Yes. 

George Lucas:
And what are the things that they all actually believe? We're talking about relationships with your father, relationships with your society, relation to your history, relationships with the gods, all of this stuff is -- it's old. But there are psychological motifs that were created through storytelling, primarily oral storytelling, that explained what they believed in and who they believed in. 

So what I wanted to do is go back and find the psychological motifs that underlined that because those grow out of a popularism and to say that not all but a majority of people -- boys -- have a certain psychological relationship with their fathers. 

And that's been going on through history. 

And trying to explain that, to say we know your darkest secret and, therefore, you're part of us because we all know the same things. 

We know what you're thinking about your mother. 

We know what you think about your brother. 

We know what you think about your father, really. 

And those are the things that make people say, hey, this is why we believe this stuff.

And, again, the crudest part of that in terms of the religious/spiritual thing is some people have taken those ideas and then distorted them. 

And you end up in a cult, where they're using the psychological tools to make you adhere to their society. And part of it is they have to keep it closed. 

Charlie Rose: 
And to them

George Lucas:
And to them. But it's the same thing. I mean -- and again, you go through history, you know, and even though in most cases you had open societies, but they really were because you were going to kill the people to go outside the wall. So let's build a wall all around the whole thing so we can defend ourselves. So they were self-fulfilling, isolated human events. 

Charlie Rose:
Because you wear -- have worn all these hats, though -- filmmaker, director, storyteller, writer, a technological innovator -- what do you want the first line of your obituary to say? 

George Lucas:
"I was a great dad." Or, "I tried."

The Brakes




Hannibal Lecter
People don't always tell you what they are thinking
They just see to it that you don't advance in life.







[last lines] 
Hannibal Lecter : 
As your mother tells you, and my mother certainly told me
it is important, she always used to say, always to try new things.


Hannibal Lecter
...would they have you back, you think? 
The FBI? Those people you despise 
almost as much as they despise you
Would they give you a medal
Clarice, do you think?
 
Would you have it professionally-framed 
and hang it on your wall to look at and 
remind you of your courage 
and incorruptibility
All you would need for that, 
Clarice, is a mirror.

Lecter
Tell me Clarice, Would You ever 
Say to Me, "Stop. If You 
loved Me, You'd stop"?

Clarice
Not in a thousand years.

Lecter
"Not in a thousand years"... 

That's My Girl.

Allegra Pazzi : 
Dr. Fell, Do you believe a man could become 
so obsessed with a woman, from a single encounter?

“Dr. Fell : 
Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her 
and find nourishment in the very sight of her? 

I Think so. 

But would she see through the bars 
of his plight and ache for him?

[Repeated line] 
Hannibal Lecter : Okey-dokey. Here we go.

Mason Verger : Cordell, shoot him! Get the gun and shoot him!

Cordell Doemling : Go into the pen?

Mason Verger : Yes!

Cordell Doemling : No, I'm staying out of this.

Mason Verger : 
You're INVOLVED, 
is What You Are, 
in ALL of it! 
Now DO it!

Cordell Doemling : No.

Mason Verger : YES! 

[Cordell is standing behind Mason's wheelchair on a ledge overlooking the wild boar] 

Lecter  : (turning back to deliver 
a parting shot on his way out The Door —)
Hey, Cordell! Why don't you push him in? 

……You can always say it was me
[ He does just exactly that — ]

Hannibal Lecter : Bowels in or bowels out?

Clarice :
 I'll cut you loose
If you touch me, 
I'll shoot you.

Lecter
Understood.

Clarice
Do right, and You’ll 
Live through this.

Lecter
Spoken like a 
true Protestant.



Lecter
Given the chance, You would 
deny Me my Life, wouldn't you?

Clarice Starling : 
Not Your Life.

Hannibal Lecter : 
Just My Freedom. You'd 
take THAT from me.

Lecter :
 You see, 
The Brain itself feels no Pain if that concerns you, Clarice. 
For example, Paul won't miss this little piece here, 
which is part of the pre-frontal lobe, which they say 
is the seat of Good Manners.


Hannibal Lecter : Paul, remember what I said. If you can't be polite to our guests, you have to sit at the kiddies' table.

[apparently about to cut Starling's 
cuffed hand off with a cleaver

Lecter
….This is REALLY 
gonna Hurt.

Hannibal Lecter : Okey-dokey, let's drag these down. They must be as heavy as bodies.

Lecter : 
I came halfway around The World 
to Watch You RUN, Clarice. Let Me run, eh?

Hannibal Lecter : Clarice, there's nothing I'd love more in the world than to chat with you. Unfortunately, you've caught me at an awkward moment. Please forgive me.
Hannibal Lecter : "Io fei gibetto de le mei case." I made my own home be my gallows.
Hannibal Lecter : [writing a letter]  Dear Clarice, I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming. My own never bothered me, except for the inconvenience of being incarcerated, but you may lack perspective. In our discussions down in the dungeon, it was apparent to me that your father, the dead night watchman, figures largely in your value system. I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gumb's career as a couturier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased. But now, alas, you're in bad odour with the FBI. Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace? Do you see him in his plain pine box crushed by your failure; a sorry, petty end of a promising career? What is worst about this humiliation, Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect on your mommy and daddy? Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were indeed just good old trailer-camp tornado-bait white trash, and that perhaps you are too? By the way I couldn't help noticing on the FBI's rather dull public website that I have been hoisted from the Bureau's archives of the common criminal and elevated to the more prestigious 10 Most Wanted list. Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case? If so, goody goody, 'cause I need to come out of retirement and return to public life. I imagine you sitting in a dark basement room bent over papers and computer screens. Is that accurate? Please tell me truly, Special Agent Starling. Regards, your old pal, Hannibal Lecter, M.D.
[pause] 
Hannibal Lecter : P.S. Clearly this new assignment is not your choice, rather I suppose it is a part of the bargain, but you accepted it, Clarice. Your job is to craft my doom, so I am not sure how well I should wish you, but I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Ta-ta, "H".
Hannibal Lecter : On a related note I must confess to you, I'm giving very serious thought... to eating your wife.
Hannibal Lecter : Now you're being rude, and I hate rude people.
Hannibal Lecter : Are you by any chance trying to trace my whereabouts, you naughty girl?
Hannibal Lecter : Mason Verger doesn't want to kill me any more than I want to kill him. 
He just wants to see me suffer in some unimaginable way. He is rather twisted, you know.
Hannibal Lecter : Clarice, what are you doing up? You should be resting. Get back to bed.

Clarice : Your profile at the border stations has five features. I'll trade you...
Lecter : "Trade"?
Clarice : Stop now and I'll tell you what they are.
Lecter : How does that word taste to you, Clarice? 
Hmm? Cheap and metallic, like sucking on a greasy coin?

[Hannibal and Mason see each other for the first time in years] 
Mason Verger : Hylochoerus Meinertzhageni. Ring any bells from high school biology, doctor? No? Well, I could list its most conspicuous features if that would help jog the memory.
[wheels around the restrained Hannibal] 
Mason Verger : Three pairs of incisors, one pair of elongated canines, three pairs of molars, four pairs of pre-molars, upper and lower, for a total of forty-four teeth.
[stops to face Hannibal] 
Mason Verger : The meal will begin with an hors d'oeuvre tartare: your FEET. The main course - the rest of you - won't be served until seven hours later, but during that time, you'll be able to enjoy the effects of the consumed appetizer with a full-bodied saline drip. I guess you wish now you'd fed the rest of me to the dogs, hmm?
Hannibal Lecter : [perfectly calm]  No, Mason... No, I much prefer you the way you are.
Mason Verger : [holding back anger]  So... dinner at 8.

Hannibal Lecter : What if I did it for you?
Clarice Starling : Did what?
Hannibal Lecter : Harmed them, Clarice. The ones who've harmed you. What if I made them scream apologies? No, I shouldn't even say it because you'll feel - with your perfect grasp on right and wrong - that you were somehow accompli- even though you wouldn't be.
Hannibal Lecter : Do you know what a roller pigeon is, Barney? They climb high and fast, then roll over and fall just as fast toward the earth. There are shallow rollers and deep rollers. You can't breed two deep rollers, or their young will roll all the way down, hit, and die. Officer Starling is a deep roller, Barney. We should hope one of her parents was not.
Hannibal Lecter : Have you met my friend Mason Verger?
Clarice Starling : Yes
Hannibal Lecter : Face to face, so to speak?
Clarice Starling : Face to face.
Hannibal Lecter : Attractive, isn't he?
Mason Verger : I showed him my toys, my noose set-up, among other things - it's where you sort of hang yourself, but not really. It feels good while you, uh... well, you know. Anyway, he said "Mason,"...
Hannibal Lecter : Mason, would you like a popper?
Mason Verger : And I said, would I! Oh wow! Once that kicked in I was flying... He said "Mason, show me how you smile to gain the confidence of a child." I smiled, and he said "Oh, I see how you do it."
[In flashback, Mason kicks out a full-length mirror] 
Mason Verger : The good doctor approached me with a piece of broken mirror. "Try this,"
Hannibal Lecter : Try peeling off your face...
Mason Verger : "... and feeding it to the dogs."
[In the flashback, Mason does so, still laughing hysterically] 
Hannibal Lecter : No, I can still see it. Try again! No, I'm afraid not...
Mason Verger : That's entertainment!
[dissolve to the present] 
Mason Verger : Ah, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Hannibal Lecter : Good evening, Clarice! Just like old times.
Clarice Starling : Shut up.

Hannibal Lecter : See ya 'round.
Hannibal Lecter : I imagine your little brother must smell almost as bad as you do by now.
Hannibal Lecter : [Prying the knife away from Clarice]  Come on Clarice. No. That's a good girl. Good.
Allegra Pazzi : Are you from America, doctor?
Hannibal Lecter : Not originally. I've traveled there.
Allegra Pazzi : I've always wanted to visit. New England, especially.
Hannibal Lecter : I've enjoyed many excellent meals there.
Hannibal Lecter : Is this Clarice? Why, hello Clarice.
Hannibal Lecter : Are You confused?
Hannibal Lecter : What have you got in your hand, Clarice? Something to bash me over the head with?

Closed File




MAL :
Thank you for takin' us in again Shepherd.

BOOK :
You got A Plan?

MAL :
Hidin' ain't A Plan?

BOOK:
It'll do you for a spell, and 
the folks here'll be glad of the extra coin...

MAL :
...but The Alliance'll be coming. 
They're after this girl with a powerful will. 
I look to hear the tromp of their boots any moment.

BOOK:
You won't. This isn't 
a palms-up military run, Mal. 

No reports broadwaved, 
no warrantsMuch as They want her, 
They want her HID. That means 
Closed File. Means An Operative
which is Trouble you've not known.

MAL:
I coulda left her there. I had an out -- 

Hell, I had every reason in the 'verse 
to leave her lay and haul anchor.

BOOK:
It's not Your Way Mal.

MAL:
I have A Way? 
That better than A Plan?

BOOK:
Only one thing's gonna 
walk you through this -- Belief.

MAL:
You know I always look to you for counsel --
...but sermons make me sleepy, Shepherd. 

I ain't looking for Help from on high
That's a long wait for A Train don't come.

BOOK:
When I talk about Belief, why do you 
always assume I'm talking about God

...They'll come at you SIDEWAYS. 
It's How They THINK. 
It's How They MOVE :
Sidle up and smile
hit you where You're WEAK. 

Sorta man 
They're like to send -- 
Believes HARD. 
Kills and never asks why.

MAL:
It's of interest to me how much 
you seem to know about that world.

BOOK:
I wasn't born A Shepherd, Mal

MAL:
Have to tell me about that some time.

BOOK:
No -- (smiles sadly) I DON'T… 

Female-to-Male Bonding






THE GYM at Muskrat Farm is high-tech black and chrome, with the complete Nautilus cycle of machines, free weights, aerobic equipment and a juice bar. Barney was nearly through with his workout, cooling down on a bike, when he realised he was not alone in the room. 


Margot Verger was taking off her warm-ups in the corner. She wore elastic shorts and a tank top over a sports bra and now she added a weight-lifting belt. Barney heard weights clank in the corner. He heard her breathing as she did a warm-up set. Barney was pedaling the bicycle against no resistance, toweling his head, when she came over to him between sets. She looked at his arms, looked at hers. They were about the same. 


“How much can you bench-press?” she said. 


“I don’t know.” 


“I expect you know, all right.” 


“Maybe three eighty-five, like that.” 


“Three eighty-five? I don’t think so, big boy. 

I don’t think you can press three eighty-five.” 


“Maybe you’re right.” 


“I got a hundred dollars that says you can’t bench press three eighty-five.” 


“Against?” 


“Against a hundred dollars, the hell you think? And I’ll spot you.” 


Barney looked at her and wrinkled his rubbery forehead. “Okay.” 


They loaded on the plates. Margot counted the ones on the end of the bar Barney had loaded as though he might cheat her. He responded by counting with elaborate care the ones on Margot’s end. 


Flat on the bench now, Margot standing above him at his head in her spandex shorts. The juncture of her thighs and abdomen was knurled like a baroque frame and her massive torso seemed to reach almost to the ceiling. Barney settled himself, feeling the bench against his back. 

Margot’s legs smelled like cool liniment. Her hands were lightly on the bar, nails painted coral, shapely hands to be so strong. “Ready?” 


“Yes.” He pushed the weight up toward her face, bent over him. It wasn’t much trouble for Barney. He set the weight back on its bracket ahead of Margot’s spot. She got the money from her gym bag. 


“Thank you,” Barney said. 


“I do more squats than you” is all she said. 


“I know.” 


“How do you know that?” 


“I can pee standing up.” 


Her massive neck flushed. “So can I.” 


“Hundred bucks?” Barney said. 


“Make me a smoothie,” she said. There was a bowl of fruit and nuts on the juice bar. While Barney made fruit smoothies in the blender, Margot took two walnuts in her fist and cracked them. 


“Can you do just one nut, with nothing to squeeze it against?” Barney said. He cracked two eggs on the rim of the blender and dropped them in. 


“Can you?” Margot said, and handed him a walnut. The nut lay in Barney’s open palm. 


“I don’t know.” He cleared the space in front of him on the bar and an orange rolled off on Margot’s side. “Oops, sorry,” Barney said. She picked it up from the floor and put it back in the bowl. Barney’s big fist clenched. 


Margot’s eyes went from his fist to his face, then back and forth as his neck corded with strain, his face flushed. He began to tremble, from his fist a faint cracking sound, Margot’s face falling, he moved his trembling fist over the blender and the cracking came louder. 


An egg yolk and white plopped into the blender. Barney turned the machine on and licked the tips of his fingers. Margot laughed in spite of herself. 


Barney poured the smoothies into glasses. From across the room they might have been wrestlers or power lifters in two weight divisions. 


“You feel like you have to do everything guys do?” he said. 


“Not some of the dumb stuff.” 


“You want to try male bonding?” 


Margot’s smile went away. “Don’t set me up for a dick joke, Barney.” 

He shook his massive head. “Try me,” he said.

Crazy, Am I...?



 

The Lord of Chaos : 
Hey Sparkles, here's The Deal : 
you want to get back to 
ass-place, ass-berg...

Thor : 
ASGARD!

The Lord of Chaos :
Any contender who defeats my champion, 
their freedom they shall win.

Thor: 
Fine. Then point me in the direction of whoever's ass I have to kick!

[Grandmaster is announcing the Hulk into the Sakaaran Arena]

The Lord of Chaos :
...The Champion! The Defending! 
I give you, your Incredible...
[Hulk enters the arena, roars]

Loki: [to himself] 
I have to get off this planet --

The Lord of Chaos :
[Runs into Loki as he is trying to run away] 
Whoa, whoa, where are you going? Sit down.

Hulk
HULK! HULK! HULK!

Thor: [to the Grandmaster
Hey! Hey! We know each other, 
he's a friend from work!

Thor: [to Hulk
Where have you been? Everyone 
thought you were dead
There's so much that's happened since I last saw you! 
I lost my hammer, like yesterday so that's still pretty fresh. 
Loki, Lok - Loki's alive, can you 
believe it? He's up there!

[Hulk glances at Loki]

Thor
Hey, Loki! Look who it is!

[Loki is horrorstruck]
[The Hulk appears in the arena]
Loki: [horrorstruck] I have to get off this planet!




Thor: [to Valkyrie] 
You know, I used to want to be a Valkyrie when I was younger,
 until I found out you were all women. 
There's nothing wrong with women, of course, I like women.
 Sometimes a little too much. Not in a creepy way, 
just more like a respectful appreciation. 
I think it's great, an elite force 
of women warriors.

Hulk: Thor sad.
Thor: Shut up.
Hulk: [shoves him] Thor sad.
Thor: I'm not sad, idiot. I'm pissed off!
[Hulk groans]
Thor: Angrier! I lost my father!
[kicks the stuff]
Thor: I lost my hammer!
[Hulk scoffs and turns away]
Hulk: Whining and crying, cry like baby!
Thor: You're not even listening!
[kicks the weapons at Hulk]
Hulk: DON'T KICK STUFF!
[picks up the stuff and throws at him]
Thor: You're being a really bad friend!
Hulk: YOU bad friend!
Thor: You know what we call you?
Hulk: No!
Thor: We call you a stupid Avenger.
Hulk: YOU TINY AVENGER!
[throws the axe shield at him]

Thor
What are you, crazy?

Hulk
YES!

Thor: 
You know what? 
Earth DOES Hate You.

Hulk
Hulk always... 
always angry.

Thor
I know. We're the same, you and I. 
Just a couple of hot-headed fools.

Hulk
Yeah, same
Hulk like fire
Thor like water.

Thor
Well, we're kind of both like fire.

Hulk
But Hulk like real fire. 
Like... raging fire. 
Thor like smouldering fire.

Thor: 
Hela, the goddess of Death, 
has invaded Asgard! 
And you and I had a fight.

Bruce Banner: 
Did I win?

Thor
No, I won! Easily!

Bruce Banner
That doesn't sound right...

Thor: 
Well, it's true!

A Very Bad Man in a Fast Car





It's a potion I've invented where 
when the patient drinks it he turns into 
an axe-wielding, homicidal maniac! 
It's basically A Cure. For not being 
an axe-wielding, homicidal maniac. 
The potential market's enormous!

Charlton Heston - Omega Man - You're hostile


Richie : 
You know, someone
ought to Do something
about those people.

How about it?

You gonna give them the serum?

Fat chance.

How come?

Well, we'd have to
hang around here

For a few more
months, for one thing.

For another thing,
they're homicidal maniacs,

For god sakes.

Hey, man, they're humans.

I mean, they're sick, you know?

They're vermin.

Ok, then.

If you don't want to
cure them, then k*ll them.

If I just knew where they're at.

The old court
building, that's where.

In the civic center.

That's where they're holed up.

You're kidding me.

They're there.

Well, go on.

Ain't you gonna go
down there and zap 'em?

Why not?

You've been lookin' to k*ll them

For practically 2
whole years now.

Either k*ll them or
cure them, damn it.

No need.

They're half dead right now.

You know what, mister?

You're hostile.

You just don't belong.

Nice of you to let
me hang around.

At times, you scare me
more than matthias does.












[slams the coins on the table]
NEIL: 
Okay, guys. What do we need?

RICK: [putting on jacket] 
Neil, you know exactly what I need. 
Cause all my stuff is marked 
with sticky labels!

VYVYAN: 
Wait a minute! Is yours the stuff with 
the sticky labels with 'Rick' written on it?

RICK: Yes!

VYVYAN: [false compassion] Oh, sod it! I'm very sorry, Rick! I didn't know! I thought it was mine, and I've eaten it! Every last bit!

NEIL:
Look, guys, I know exactly whose food is whose, right. Cause I do all the shopping around here. And I do all the cleaning. My function around here, I might as well be your mothers!

RICK: 
But Neil, we don't hate our mothers!

NEIL: 
Alright, so most metaphors 
don't bear close examination! 
Anyway, for example, [places a plate on the table
This glob of green mould on a saucer is Rick's.

RICK: 
Yes, and I've spat on that, Vyvyan. 
So I wouldn't advise you eat it!

NEIL: 
The urine sample and the Super Mousse are Vyv's.

VYVYAN: 
Yeah, my potion! 
My potion as well!

NEIL: 
What potion?

VYVYAN
It's a potion I've invented where 
when the patient drinks it he turns into 
an axe-wielding, homicidal maniac! 
It's basically cure. For not being 
an axe-wielding, homicidal maniac. 
The potential market's enormous!

NEIL: [taking a Coca-Cola 
can out of the fridge
What, is this it?

VYVYAN
Yeah! Yeah, I put it in a Coke can 
so nobody'd drink it by mistake.

NEIL: [placing can atop the refrigerator
You know, I just bet a bit later on somebody does drink that 
and turns into an axe-wielding, homicidal maniac!

RICK: 
Yes, I bet that as well. That's just the sort 
of crazy, imaginative thing that 
happens around here, isn't it? 
[waits for response] 
I said, 'Isn't it?' [still no response, RICK sulks]

NEIL: [pulling out pad of paper and pencil] Well?

RICK: Well what, hippie?

NEIL: Well, what do we need?

RICK: 
Look, we need everything except 
urine samples, green globules, 
and...and Super Mousse!

NEIL: 
[writing] Everything! 
Right: lentils...wallpaper...

RICK: 
LOOK, JUST GET TO THE SHOPS!


RICK: 
LOOK, JUST GET TO THE SHOPS!

Friday, 27 June 2025

BMF







( It’s The One that says, 
BAD MOTHER FUCKER” )