Cube
1997
Holloway: You've got a gift. Leaven: It's not a gift. It's just a brain.
Quentin: For Christ's sake, Worth, what do you live for? Don't you have a wife, or a girlfriend, or something? Worth: Nope. I've gotta pretty fine collection of pornography.
(Leaven, Kazan & Worth reaching the exit of the cube) Worth: I have nothing... to live for out there. Leaven: What is out there? Worth: Boundless human stupidity. Leaven: I can live with that.
Leaven: What are you doing? You can't quit now. It's not your fault! Worth: I have nothing to live for out there. Leaven: What is out there? Worth: A boundless human stupidity. Leaven: I can live with that.
Quentin: I'm not dying in a fucking rat maze!
Rennes: No more talking. No more guessing. Don't even think about nothing that's not right in front of you. That's the real challenge. You've gotta save yourselves from yourselves.
Worth: Hey! Listen to what I'm saying. We haven't been moving in circles, the rooms have.
Worth: What do ya think? Leaven: You don't have a lot of lives left.
Quentin: Is that your two cents worth, Worth? Worth: For what it's worth.
Worth: There is no conspiracy. Nobody is in charge. It's a headless blunder operating under the illusion of a master plan.
Worth: Big Brother isn't watching you!
Quentin: Who do you think the establishment is? It's just guys like me. Their desks are bigger, but their jobs aren't. They don't conspire, they buy boats.
(Quentin and Holloway are discussing who could have made the cube) Quentin: This place is... remember Scaramanga? The bad guy in "The Man With The Golden Gun?" It's some rich psycho's entertainment Holloway: (laughs) Is that what you think?
Worth: You think somebody would go to all the trouble to build this thing if you could just walk out?
Kazan: Astronomical!
Worth: This is an accident, a forgotten, perpetual public works project. You think anybody wants to ask questions? All they want is a clear conscience and a fat paycheck.
Holloway: What have we come to? It's so much worse than I thought. Worth: Not really. Just more pathetic.
Quentin: Listen, we can't go climbing around in here. Holloway: Why not? Quentin: There's traps. Holloway: What do you mean traps? Quentin: Booby traps. I looked in the room down there, and something almost cut my head off.
Quentin: (talking to Holloway) You listen to me, woman. Every day I mop up after your bleeding heart. The only reason you even exist is because I keep you!. I know your type. No kids, no man to fuck you. So, you go around outraged, sticking your nose up other people's assholes. Sniffing their business.
Leaven: This room moves to 0, 1, and -1 on the X-axis, 2, 5, and -7 on the Y and 1, -1, and 0 on zed. Quentin: And what does that mean? Leaven: You suck at math.
Quentin: Somebody has to take responsibility around here. Worth: And that somebody has to be you? Quentin: Not all of us have the luxury of playing nihilist. Worth: Not all of us are conceited enough to play hero.
Holloway: It's all the same machine, right? The Pentagon, multinational corporations, the police. If you do one little job, you build a widget in Saskatoon, and the next thing you know, it's two miles under the desert, the essential component of a death machine.
Holloway: (after Rennes is killed) I think we have to ask the big question: What does it want? What is it thinking? Worth: One down, four to go.
Kazan: This room is... green. I wanna go back to the blue room.
Quentin: But why put people in it? Worth: Because it's here. You have to use it, or you admit that it's pointless. Quentin: But it *is* pointless. Worth: Quentin... that's my point.