Aeon Flux
1995
Trevor Goodchild: The dream to awaken our world... Ĉon Flux: You're out of control. Trevor Goodchild: I take control! Whose side are you on? Ĉon Flux: I take no side... Trevor Goodchild: You're skating the edge. Ĉon Flux: I am the edge! Trevor Goodchild: What you *truly* want, only I can give. Ĉon Flux: You can't give it, can't even buy it, and you just don't *get* it.
(first lines) Trevor Goodchild: The unobserved state is a fog of probabilities, a window of and for error. The watcher observes, the fog collapses, an event resolves. A theory becomes a fact... What is the truth? Tell me, if you know. And I will not believe you. Things are never what they seem. Clean gloves hide dirty hands - and mine are dirtier than most... Without truth, there can be no justice. Justice will be done!
Trevor: That's the funny thing about memories, we are only what we remember of ourselves.
Trevor: Ask yourself, can you give yourself your own evil and your own good? Ĉon Flux: Don't make the mistake of fencing with me, I know who I am and what I am still capable of.
Ĉon Flux: Fine to play with my feelings, but you are involving innocent people, Trevor! What are you doing to that poor girl! Trevor: Jealous?
Trevor: One wish, and it's yours. Cybil: Anything? Trevor: Just no heads on plates. I'm going to get a drink, would you like one? Cybil: No, no thank you. Trevor: Right, that would have been it you know.
Ĉon Flux: What are you doing here? Scafandra: He stole a sample of me. I can't let him make a copy of me. Ĉon Flux: It's OK, I've taken care of it. The last thing I want is another one of you.
Trevor Goodchild: That which does not kill us, makes us stranger.
Ĉon Flux: You're drooling on me! Trevor Goodchild: I'm a genius; therefore I can afford to drool.
Hostess Judy: Inks! Minks! The old witch winks, that fat beings to fry! No body home but Jumping Joan, father, mother and I! Sticks! Stocks! Stone Dead! Blind men can't see! Every knave will have a slave, you or I must be he!
Ĉon Flux: Do you have the Bliss pellets? Rordy: Only if your idea of bliss is to forget everything about yourself: your favorite color! your lover!
Child: What the flame does not consume, consumes the flame.
Ĉon Flux: Ready for the action now, danger boy?
Breen Citizen: Cold meat, mutton pies. Tell me when your mother dies, I'll be there to bury her.
Breen Citizen: You're not a Breen. Aeon: You do not exist.
Trevor: But now that I have you in my custody, I may do with you what I please. Crowd: Boo! Aeon: I thought you already had. Trevor: I have, I had, I will, I did--don't I? Isn't that right, hostess Judy?
Bambara: You're nothing but a dirty carbuncle, festering in the corner! ... No need to get uptight people, I was merely making an observation.
Bambara: Tell the little witches to piss off! Trevor: Piss off, little witches.
Bambara: You made me cut off my left arm and give it to a little boy! She tried to kill me! ... Piss off! Trevor: Oh, the flesh will be tearing at the opera house tonight.
Trevor's Twin Girls: Nothing like a little judicious levity, I always say.
Trevor: The will to evil is like an iron in a forge, there is only one way to shape it right--with a conscience which is the fire!
Trevor: Then leave, you are free to go. Your conscience will tell you what to do. Aeon: I have no conscience - you know what I mean. Trevor: That is not important, the important thing is that you know - Aeon: Man alive, Goodchild, you give me the hinks!
Aeon: Blink once, you're dead. Blink twice, you're buried. Understand? Now unpack yourself.
(After giving his arm to the little boy) Bambara: I'll never forget you,
(Trevor has Aeon pinned to the ground.) Trevor Goodchild: You shot Rubio, and not me. Now, why is that? Ĉon Flux: Trevor, don't trouble me with your thin smile. (she flips them so that she is on top) Trevor Goodchild: Stop! There's a pain... in my back! Ĉon Flux: Can you describe it, in words? Trevor Goodchild: What? Ĉon Flux: I want you to tell me about the pain. Trevor Goodchild: Sharp... stabbing... piercing... Ĉon Flux: You're telling me nothing. Trevor Goodchild: It feels... ugh!.. .like a nail, twisting into my spine. Ĉon Flux: Yes. But there is no nail. Trevor Goodchild: No. Ĉon Flux: So there is no pain. (they kiss)
Interviewer: Many people hate you and would like to see you dead. How does that make you feel? Trevor Goodchild: (chuckles) Those people should get to know me a little better. Then they'd know I don't indulge in feelings.
Ĉon Flux: We won. We must have been right.
Trevor Goodchild: When will you give up, Aeon? (he hands her a gun) Here. Go ahead. Kill me, if that's what you want. You can't do it. Ĉon Flux: You think you know what I'm doing so obviously you don't. What I have in mind for you is much worse.
Trevor Goodchild: Go to Hell. Ĉon Flux: Will you take me there? You know, some people just aren't meant to be together.
Ĉon Flux: (to Trevor) The only reason I don't shoot you isn't because of any duty or principle, it's simply a matter of knowing who I am.
Trevor Goodchild: *You*! You drove it out! - All right, you got it, you got what you wanted. So you answer to no-one... (Aeon points her gun at him) Are you out of your mind? Ĉon Flux: The only reason I don't shoot you has nothing to do with duty or principle. It's simply a matter of knowing who I am. Trevor Goodchild: Is *that* why you won't look at It (the Demiurge) , why you can't barely gaze? Because you've done terrible things. And then there are the transgressions you never even knew you'd committed. Those are the worst, because those you can never forget. All you can do is suspect... Ĉon Flux: I'm not in the habit of arguing about the color of red herrings!
Trevor Goodchild: Sybil, I already know about Aeon's C-Section.
Gildemere: I'm staggered by the complexity of these documents, sir. I've spent many hours trying to crack the code. Clavius: ... What didn't you understand? Gildemere: I think I have a handle on some of it. For example, the Mile-High Jellyfish, that's the upper house of Parliament. Am I right? Clavius: No... Gildemere: And the Flying Saucer Men, that's the Ministry of Justice? Clavius: No, the flying saucer men are the flying saucer men! NARZAC. Area 66. The Global Empire! ... What level ARE you?! (Gildemere is speechless) We're men of peace, so we'll attack. Deploy the orbital jellyfish... next, the expulsion of all foreign particles... (sits down to computer console) Gildemere: You're mad... You're insane! (Clavius punches him) Clavius: Shut up, Mother!
Trevor Goodchild: It's my fault. They came here to see me. Ĉon Flux: Your ego is staggering. What's this got to do with you? Trevor Goodchild: These creatures have died from exposure to Aldus-B. Somehow, it shot from the satellite to their planet. Ĉon Flux: Nice going, Trevor. Making friends all over the universe.
Trevor Goodchild: Don't be selfish, Aeon. Think about *me* for a change.
Bambara: Hi, my name is Bambara. I'm a 36-year-old Virgo and a former killer, whose hobbies include: performing recreational autopsies, defecating, and drinking rum. I've recently been given a conscience, and would very much like to help you.
Trevor Goodchild: Now key her up and throw away the lock.
Trevor Goodchild: We are not what we remember of ourselves. We can undo only what others have already forgotten. Learn from your mistakes, so that one day you can repeat them precisely.