The Truman Show
1998
Truman: The early bird gathers no moss! The rolling stone catches the worm!
Christof: We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented.
Marlon: Where the hell's Fiji? Near Florida? Truman: (pointing to golf ball) See here? Marlon: Yeah. Truman: This is us... (guides finger halfway around ball) and all the way around here... FIJI. You can't get any further away before you start coming back.
Christof: Cue the sun!
(repeated line) Truman: Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!
Sylvia: Look at what you've done to him! Christof: I have given Truman the chance to lead a normal life. The world, the place you live in, is the sick place.
Truman Burbank: It was Dad. I swear! Dressed like a homeless man. And you know what else was strange? A business man and a woman with a little dog came out of nowhere and forced him onto a bus. Truman's Mother: Well! It's about time they cleaned up the trash downtown before we become just like the rest of the country.
Network Executive: For God's sake, Chris! The whole world is watching. We can't let him die in front of a live audience! Christof: He was born in front of a live audience.
Truman Burbank: Lauren, right? It's on your book. Lauren: Lauren. Right. Right. Truman Burbank: Well, I'm Truman. Lauren: Yeah. I know. Look, Truman, I'm not allowed to talk to you. You know. Truman Burbank: Yeah, well, I can understand, I'm a pretty dangerous character.
(Truman attempts to leave his town and a convoy of cars pulls in front of him to block his exit) Truman Burbank: Blocked at every turn. Beautifully synchronized, don't you agree? Meryl: You're blaming me for the traffic? Truman Burbank: Should I? Meryl: Truman, let's go home. Truman Burbank: You're right. We could be stuck here for hours. It could be like this all the way to Atlantic City. Let's go back. I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. Meryl: Truman, can you slow down? Truman Burbank: Yes, I can. Meryl: Truman. Truman, that's our turnoff. Truman Burbank: I changed my mind. What's New Orleans like this time of year? Mardi Gras, woooooo! Ha ha ha ha ha! Hoo hoo hoo! Whoooohoo! Look, Meryl! Same road, no cars. It's magic! Hahaha! Meryl: You let me out, Truman. You're not right in the head. You want to destroy yourself you do it on your own. Truman Burbank: I think I'd like a little company.
Young Truman: I want to be an explorer, like the Great Magellan. Teacher: (indicating a map of the world) Oh, you're too late! There's nothing left to explore!
Truman Burbank: Somebody help me, I'm being spontaneous!
(Meryl is describing a product) Truman: Who are you talking to?
Truman: (to an unseen Christof) Who are you? Christof: (on a speaker) I am The Creator - of a television show that gives hope and joy to millions. Truman: Then who am I? Christof: You're the star.
Truman's Father: (Truman has disappeared and the whole community is looking for him. His dad calls out) Truman! It's Dad. (Awkward pause) . Let's talk.
Truman: (Sailing away in the artificially roughened winds and seas) Is that the best you can do? You're gonna have to kill me! (sings) What do ya do with a drunken sailor? What do ya do with a drunken sailor? What do ya do with a drunken sailor ear-lye in the mor-nin'!
Truman Burbank: Was anything real? Christof: You were real. That's what made you so good to watch...
Truman: What are you gonna do? Grate me, slice me or dice me? There are sooo many choices.
Christof: If his was more than just a vague ambition, if he was absolutely determined to discover the truth, there's no way we could prevent him.
Meryl: I made macaroni!
(Truman is missing - the Lunar Room studio, everyone nervous) Network Executive: (hunging up a phone call) The sponsors are threatening to rip up their contracts! Christof: (pointing at the "Technical fault... Please stand by... " graphic) Why? We're getting higher ratings for this graphic than we've ever had on this show.
(last lines) Security Guard: You want another slice? Security Guard: No, I'm OK. Security Guard: What els is on Security Guard: Yea, let's see what els is on Security Guard: Where's the TV guide
Christof: That's our hero shot.
Truman: (after scaring the two control room directors by seemling talking to them, then easing them by seeming to revert back to his eccentricity, whilst they look at their notes temporarily) That one's for free.