Manchurian Candidate

Marco:
Intelligence officer. Stupidity officer is more like it. Pentagon wants to open a Stupidity Division, they know who they can get to lead it.

Raymond Shaw:
There are two kinds of people in this world: Those that enter a room and turn the television set on, and those that enter a room and turn the television set off.

General:
Congratulations, son. How do you feel?

Raymond Shaw:
Like Captain Idiot in Astounding Science comics.

Raymond Shaw:
It's a terrible thing to hate your mother. But I didn't always hate her. When I was a child, I only kind of disliked her.

Chairlady:
You will notice that I have told them they may smoke. I've allowed my people to have a little fun in the selection of bizarre tobacco substitutes... Are you enjoying your cigarette, Ed?

Ed Movole:
Yes ma'am.

Dr. Yen Lo:
Yak dung!... hope tastes good - like a cigarette should!

Dr. Yen Lo:
His brain has not only been washed, as they say... It has been dry cleaned.

Raymond Shaw:
Twelve days of Christmas! One day of Christmas is loathsome enough!

Raymond Shaw:
They can make me do anything, Ben, can't they? Anything.

Bennett Marco:
We'll see, kid. We'll see what they can do and we'll see what we can do. So the red queen is our baby. Well, take a look at this, kid...

Bennett Marco:
52 of them! Take a good look at 'em, Raymond, look at 'em, and while you're looking, listen. This is me, Marco, talking. 52 red queens and me are telling you... you know what we're telling you? It's over! The links, the beautifully conditioned links are smashed. They're smashed as of now because we say so, because we say they are to be smashed. We're busting up the joint, we're tearing out all the wires. We're busting it up so good all the queen's horses and all the queen's men will never put old Raymond back together again. You don't work any more! That's an order. Anybody invites you to a game of solitaire, you tell 'em sorry, buster, the ball game is over.

Mrs. Iselin:
Why don't you pass the time with a game of solitaire?

Bennett Marco:
Raymond Shaw is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life.

Yen Lo:
Why don't you pass the time by playing a little solitaire?

Dr. Yen Lo:
I'm sure you've all heard the old wives' tale that no hypnotized subject may be forced to do that which is repellent to his moral nature, whatever that may be. Nonsense of course.

Raymond Shaw:
You couldn't have stopped them, the army couldn't have stopped them. So I had to.

Jocie:
Darling.

Raymond Shaw:
What?

Jocie:
Nothing, Just... Darling.

Mrs. Iselin:
It has been decided that you will be dressed as a priest, to help you get away in the pandemonium afterwards. Chunjin will give you a two-piece Soviet Army sniper's rifle that fits nicely into a special bag. There's a spotlight booth that won't be in use. It's up under the roof on the Eighth Avenue side of the Garden. You will have absolutely clear, protected shooting. You are to shoot the presidential nominee through the head. And Johnny will rise gallantly to his feet and lift Ben Arthur's body in his arms, stand in front of the microphones and begin to speak. The speech is short. But it's the most rousing speech I've ever read. It's been worked on, here and in Russia, on and off, for over eight years. I shall force someone to take the body away from him and Johnny will really hit those microphones and those cameras with blood all over him, fighting off anyone who tries to help him, defending America even if it means his own death, rallying a nation of television viewers to hysteria, to sweep us up into the White House with powers that will make martial law seem like anarchy! Now, this is very important. I want the nominee to be dead two minutes after he begins his acceptance speech - depending on his reading time under pressure. You are to hit him right at the point that he finishes the phrase, "Nor would I ask of any fellow American in defense of his freedom that which I would not gladly give myself - my life before my liberty." Is that absolutely clear?

Marco:
It's not that Raymond Shaw is hard to like. He's IMPOSSIBLE to like!

Mrs. Iselin:
I know you will never entirely comprehend this, Raymond, but you must believe I did not know it would be you. I served them. I fought for them. I'm on the point of winning for them the greatest foothold they would ever have in this country. And they paid me back by taking your soul away from you. I told them to build me an assassin. I wanted a killer from a world filled with killers and they chose you because they thought it would bind me closer to them.

Mrs. Iselin:
But now, we have come almost to the end. One last step. And then when I take power, they will be pulled down and ground into dirt for what they did to you. And what they did in so contemptuously underestimating me.

Bennett Marco:
Poor Raymond. Poor friendless, friendless Raymond. He was wearing his medal when he died.

Bennett Marco:
You should read some of the citations sometime. Just read them. Taken, eight prisoners, killing four enemy in the process while one leg and one arm was shattered and he could only crawl because the other leg had been blown off - Edwards. Wounded five times, dragged himself across the direct fire of three enemy machine guns to pull two of his wounded men to safety amid sixty-nine dead and two hundred and three casualties - Holderman.

Bennett Marco:
Made to commit acts too unspeakable to be cited here by an enemy who had captured his mind and his soul. He freed himself at last and in the end, heroically and unhesitatingly gave his life to save his country. Raymond Shaw... Hell... Hell.

Mrs. Iselin:
Oh, Raymond, what is the matter with you? You look as if your head were going to come to a point in the next thirteen seconds.