8 bài viết được gắn thẻ "acting monologues"

Jessup: You snotty little bastard.

Ross: Your Honor, I'd like to ask for a recess.

Kaffee: I'd like an answer to the question, Judge.

Randolph: The court will wait for an answer.

Kaffee: If Lieutenant Kendrick gave an order, that Santiago wasn't to be touched then why did he have to be transferred.

Kaffee: Colonel, Lieutenant Kendrick ordered the red code didn't he? Because that's what you told Lt.Kendrick to do.

Ross: Object!

Kaffee: And when it went bad, you cut these guys loose!

Randolph: That will be all, Counsel.

Randolph: Counsel, I'll hold you in contempt!

Kaffee: You had Markinson sign a phony transfer order!

Kaffee: You doctored the log book.

Ross: DAMMIT KAFFEE!

Kaffee: You coerced the doctor! Now I'm asking you.

Randolph: Consider yourself in contempt.

Kaffee: COLONEL JESSUP! DID YOU ORDER THE CODE RED.

Randolph: You don't have to answer that question! Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns.

Jessup: I’ll answer the question!

Jessup: You want answers?

Kaffee: I think I’m entitled to.

Jessup: You want answers?

Kaffee: I WANT THE TRUTH!

Jessup: YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!

Jessup: Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns.

Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg?

I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom.

You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines.

You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives.

And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives!

You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.

We use words like "honor", "code", "loyalty". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it!

I would rather you just said "thank you", and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post.

Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!

Kaffee: Did you order the code red?

Jessup: I did the job I…

Kaffee: Did you order the code red?

Jessup: You’re God damn right I did!

William: Daddy out, what's up.

Lou: Will, damn I'm glad you're here.

Lou: Um. Some business came up I gotta handle. So we're gonna have to put up our trip on hold. You understand.

William: Yeah, yeah. That's cool. That's cool

Lou: Just for a couple of weeks.

William: I understand. Got it.

Lou: Maybe a little longer.

William: Yeah. Whatever. Whatever

Lou: Look. I'll I'll call you next week and we'll iron out the dtails. Okay?

William: Yeah. Yeah.

Lou: It was great seeing you son.

William: You too. Lou

Lou: Yeah, yeah, um.

Philip Banks: I’m sorry, Will.

William: Y’know, actually, this works out better for me. Y’know, the slimmies of summer come to class wearin’ next to nothin’, you know what I’m sayin’…

Philip Banks: Will, it’s alright to be angry.

William: Hey, why should I be mad? At least he said “goodbye” this time. I just wish I hadn’t wasted my money buying this stupid present.

Philip Banks: I’m sorry, if… if there was something I could do…

William: You ain’t gotta do nothin’, Uncle Phil. You know, ain’t like I’m still five years old, you know? Ain’t like I’m gonna be sitting up every night asking my mom “when’s daddy coming home”, you know? Who needs him? Hey, he wasn’t there to teach me how to shoot my first basket, but I learned it, didn’t I? And I got pretty damn good at it, too, didn’t I, Uncle Phil?

Philip Banks: Yeah, you did.

William: Got through my first date without him, right? I learned how to drive, I learned how to shave, I learned how to fight without him. I had fourteen great birthdays without him; he never even sent me a damn card.

William: TO HELL WITH HIM!

William: I didn’t need him then, and I don’t need him now.

Philip Banks: Will… Will…

William: No, you know what, Uncle Phil? I’m gonna get through college without him, I’m gonna get a great job without him, I’m gonna marry me a beautiful honey, and I’m-a have me a whole bunch of kids. I’ll be a better father than he ever was. And I sure as hell don’t need him for that, ’cause there ain’t a damn thing he can ever teach me about how to love my kids!

William: How come he don’t want me, man?

Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day. About my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me. And I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, and I haven’t thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?

Will: No.

Sean: You’re just a kid. You don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talking about.

Will: Why, thank you.

Sean: It’s alright. You’ve never been out of Boston.

Will: (Pausing) Nope.

Sean: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the on about every art book ever written.

Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. Life’s work. Political aspirations. Him and the Pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right?

But I bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that.

If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times.But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.

You’re a tough kid. If I ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? ‘Once more into the breach, dear friends.’ But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help.

If I ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone who can level you with her eyes. Feel like God put an angel on earth just for you.

Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel. To have that love for her be there forever.Through anything. Through cancer.

And you wouldn’t know about sleeping, sitting up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms ‘visiting hours’ don’t apply to you.

You don’t know about real loss. Because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.

I look at you, I don’t see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid.

But you’re a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you.

But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin’ life apart.

You’re an orphan, right? Do you think I’d know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally,

I don’t give a shit about all that. Because you know what? I can’t learn anything from you that I can’t read in some fuckin’ book.

Unless you want to talk about you. Who you are. And I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that, do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say.

Your move, chief.

Vincent Hanna Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as they say?

Neil McCauley You looking to become a penologist?

Vincent Hanna You’re looking to go back? You know, I chase down some crews… guys just looking to fuck up, get busted back. That you?

Neil McCauley You must’ve worked some dipshit crews.

Vincent Hanna I worked all kinds.

Neil McCauley You see me doing thrill-seeking liquor-store holdups… with a “Born to Lose” tattoo on my chest?

Vincent Hanna No, I do not.

Neil McCauley Right. I am never going back.

Vincent Hanna Then don’t take down scores.

Neil McCauley I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, trying to stop guys like me.

Vincent Hanna So you never wanted a regular-type life?

Neil McCauley What the fuck is that? Barbecues and ball games?

Vincent Hanna Yeah.

Neil McCauley This regular-type life like your life?

Vincent Hanna My life? No, my life… No, my life’s a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up… because her real father is this large-type asshole. I got a wife. We’re passing each other on the down slope of a marriage… my third… because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That’s my life.

Neil McCauley A guy told me one time: “Don’t let yourself get attached to anything… you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat… if you feel the heat around the corner.” Now, if you’re on me, and you gotta move when I move… how do you expect to keep a marriage?

Vincent Hanna Well, that’s an interesting point. What are you, a monk?

Neil McCauley I have a woman.

Vincent Hanna What do you tell her?

Neil McCauley I tell her I’m a salesman.

Vincent Hanna So then, if you spot me coming around that corner… you’re just gonna walk out on this woman? Not say goodbye?

Neil McCauley That’s the discipline.

Vincent Hanna That’s pretty vacant, no?

Neil McCauley Yeah, it is what it is. It’s that, or we both better go do something else, pal.

Vincent Hanna I don’t know how to do anything else.

Neil McCauley Neither do I.

Vincent Hanna I don’t much want to either.

Neil McCauley Neither do I.

Vincent Hanna You know, I have this, uh, recurring dream. I’m sitting at this big banquet table… and all the victims of all the murders I ever worked are sitting at this table and they’re staring at me with these black eyeballs… because they got eight-ball hemorrhages from the head wounds. And there they are, these big balloon people… because I found them two weeks after they’d been under the bed. The neighbors reported the smell… and there they are, all of them just sitting there.

Neil McCauley What do they say?

Vincent Hanna Nothing.

Neil McCauley No talk?

Vincent Hanna None. Just… They don’t have anything to say. See, we just look at each other. They look at me. And that’s it, that’s the dream.

Neil McCauley I have one where I’m drowning. And I gotta wake myself up and start breathing, or I’ll die in my sleep.

Vincent Hanna You know what that’s about?

Neil McCauley Yeah. Having enough time.

Vincent Hanna Enough time to do what you wanna do?

Neil McCauley That’s right.

Vincent Hanna You doing it now?

Neil McCauley No, not yet.

Vincent Hanna You know, we’re sitting here… you and I, like a couple of regular fellows. You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do. And now that we’ve been face to face… if I’m there and I gotta put you away, I won’t like it. But I’ll tell you… if it’s between you and some poor bastard… whose wife you’re gonna turn into a widow… brother, you are going down.

Neil McCauley There’s a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? Because no matter what, you will not get in my way. We’ve been face to face, yeah… but I will not hesitate. Not for a second.

Vincent Hanna Maybe that’s the way it’ll be. Or who knows?

Neil McCauley Or maybe we’ll never see each other again.

Son: So you nervous about the fight?

Rocky Balboa: Yeah, scared to death.

Son: You don't look scared.

Rocky Balboa: Yeah, I ain't supposed to.

Son: Then you don't have to do it.

Rocky Balboa: Yeah, well, I think I do.

Son: You know, living with you. It hasn't been easy. People see me, but they think of you. Now with this going on. It's gonna be worse than ever.

Rocky Balboa: It don't have to be.

Son: Sure it does.

Rocky Balboa: Why? You got a lot going on, kid.

Son: What, my last name? That's the reason I got a decent job, that's the reason why people deal with me in the first place.

Now I start to get a little ahead, I start to get a little something for myself, and this happens.

Now I'm asking you as a favour, not to go through with this. OK?

This is gonna end up bad for you. it's gonna end up bad for me.

Rocky Balboa: You think I'm hurting you?

Son: Yeah. In a way you are.

Rocky Balboa: It's the last thing I ever wanted to do.

Son: I know that's not what you wanna do. But that's just the way that it is.

Don't you care what people think? Doesn't it bother you the people make you out to be a joke and I'll be included in that? Do you think that's right?

Do you?

Rocky Balboa: You ain’t gonna believe this – but you used to fit right here. I’d hold you up to say to your mother, “This kid’s gonna be the best kid in the world. This kid’s gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew.”

And you grew up good and wonderful and it was great just watching you every day was a privilege.

Then the time come for you to be your own man, and take on the world, and you did. But somewhere along the line, you changed. You stopped being you. You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you’re no good. And when things got hard, you started looking for something to blame. Like a big shadow.

Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it.

You, me, or nobody hits is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit, it’s about how hard you get hit and keep movin’ forward. How much you can take, and keep movin’ forward. That’s how winning is done!

Now, if you know what you’re worth, go out and get what you’re worth – but you gotta be willing to take the hits. And not pointin’ fingers sayin’ you ain’t where you want to be because of him or her or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you! You’re better than that.

I’m always gonna love you no matter what. No matter what happens. You’re my son and you’re my blood. You’re the best thing in my life. But until you start believing in yourself, you ain’t gonna have a life.

Parole Board Interviewer: Please, sit down. Ellis Boyd Redding, your files say you've served 40 years of a life sentence. You feel you've been rehabilitated?

Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now, let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.

Parole Board Interviewer: Uh, well, it means you're ready to rejoin society

Red: I know what you think it means, sonny. To me, it's just a made up word, a politician's word, so that young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and have a job. What do you really wanna know? Am I sorry for what I did?

Parole Board Interviewer: Well, are you?

Red: There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then, a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime.

I wanna talk to him. I wanna try to talk some sense to him -- tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I gotta live with that.

Rehabilitated?

It's just a bullshit word.

So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time.

Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost…

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men - cries out for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish…

Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” - not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then - in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

Will: It's not the greatest country in the world, professor, that's my answer.

Moderator: You're saying—

Will: Yes

Moderator: Let's talk about--

Will: Fine. Sharon, the NEA is a loser. Yeah, it accounts for a penny out of our paychecks, but he gets to hit you with it anytime he wants. It doesn't cost money, it costs votes. It costs airtime and column inches. You know why people don't like liberals? Because they lose. If liberals are so friggin’ smart, how come they lose so GODDAM ALWAYS!

And with a straight face, you're going to tell students that America's so starspangled awesome that we're the only ones in the world who have freedom? Canada has freedom, Japan has freedom, the UK, France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Australia, Belgium has freedom. Two hundred seven sovereign states in the world, like 180 of them have freedom.

And you—sorority girl—yeah—just in case you accidentally wander into a voting booth one day, there are some things you should know, and one of them is that there is absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we're the greatest country in the world. We're seventh in literacy, twenty-seventh in math, twenty-second in science, forty-ninth in life expectancy, 178th in infant mortality, third in median household income, number four in labor force, and number four in exports. We lead the world in only three categories: number of incarcerated citizens per capita, number of adults who believe angels are real, and defense spending, where we spend more than the next twenty-six countries combined, twenty-five of whom are allies. None of this is the fault of a 20-year-old college student, but you, nonetheless, are without a doubt, a member of the WORST-period-GENERATION-period-EVER-period, so when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about?! Yosemite?!!!

We sure used to be. We stood up for what was right! We fought for moral reasons, we passed and struck down laws for moral reasons. We waged wars on poverty, not poor people. We sacrificed, we cared about our neighbors, we put our money where our mouths were, and we never beat our chest. We built great big things, made ungodly technological advances, explored the universe, cured diseases, and cultivated the world's greatest artists and the world's greatest economy. We reached for the stars, and we acted like men. We aspired to intelligence; we didn't belittle it; it didn't make us feel inferior. We didn't identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election, and we didn't scare so easy. And we were able to be all these things and do all these things because we were informed. By great men, men who were revered. The first step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one—America is not the greatest country in the world anymore.