Twelve Monkeys

Jeffrey Goines:
There's no right, there's no wrong, there's only popular opinion.

L.J. Washington:
I don't really come from outer space.

Jeffrey Goines:
Oh. L. J. Washington. He doesn't really come from outer space.

L.J. Washington:
Don't mock me my friend. It's a condition of mental divergence. I find myself on the planet Ogo, part of an intellectual elite, preparing to subjugate the barbarian hordes on Pluto. But even though this is a totally convincing reality for me in every way, nevertheless Ogo is actually a construct of my psyche. I am mentally divergent, in that I am escaping certain unnamed realities that plague my life here. When I stop going there, I will be well. Are you also divergent, friend?

Jeffrey Goines:
Telephone call? Telephone call? That's communication with the outside world. Doctor's *discretion*. Nuh-uh. Look, hey - all of these nuts could just make phone calls, they could spread insanity, oozing through telephone cables, oozing into the ears of all these poor sane people, infecting them. Wackos everywhere, plague of madness.

Jeffrey Goines:
There was this guy, and he was always requesting shows that had already played. Yes. No. You have to tell her before. He couldn't quite grasp the idea that the charge nurse couldn't make it be yesterday. She couldn't turn back time, thank you, Einstein! Now, *he* was nuts! *He* was a fruitcake, Jim!

Jeffrey Goines:
You know what crazy is? Crazy is majority rules. Take germs for example.

James Cole:
Germs?

Jeffrey Goines:
Uh-huh. Eighteenth century, no such thing, nada, nothing. No one ever imagined such a thing. No sane person. Along comes this doctor, uh, Semmelweis, Semmelweis. Semmelweis comes along. He's trying to convince people, other doctors mainly, that's there's these teeny tiny invisible bad things called germs that get into your body and make you sick. He's trying to get doctors to wash their hands. What is this guy? Crazy? Teeny, tiny, invisible? What do they call it? Uh-uh, germs? Huh? What? Now, up to the 20th century, last week, as a matter of fact, before I got dragged into this hellhole. I go in to order a burger at this fast food joint, and the guy drops it on the floor. James, he picks it up, he wipes it off, he hands it to me like it's all OK. "What about the germs?" I say. He says, "I don't believe in germs. Germs is a plot made up so they could sell disinfectants and soaps." Now he's crazy, right?

James Cole:
Look at them. They're just asking for it. Maybe the human race deserves to be wiped out.

Jeffrey Goines:
Wiping out the human race? That's a great idea. That's great. But more of a long-term thing. I mean, first we have to focus on more immediate goals.

Dr. Kathryn Railly:
Cassandra in Greek legend, you recall, was condemned to know the future but to be disbelieved when she foretold it. Hence the agony of foreknowledge combined with the impotence to do anything about it.

James Cole:
Oh, wouldn't it be great if I *was* crazy? Then the world would be okay.

Dr. Owen Fletcher:
You're a rational person. You're a trained psychiatrist. You know the difference between what's real and what's not.

Dr. Kathryn Railly:
And what we say is the truth is what everybody accepts. Right, Owen? I mean, psychiatry: it's the latest religion. We decide what's right and wrong. We decide who's crazy or not. I'm in trouble here. I'm losing my faith.

Jeffrey Goines:
Sorry. Sorry. I got a little agitated. The thought of escape crossed my mind, and then suddenly - suddenly - suddenly I felt like bending the f***ing bars back, ripping the goddamn window frames and eating them - yes, *eating* them! Leaping, leaping, leaping! Colonics for everyone! All right! You dumbasses. I'm a mental patient. I'm *supposed* to act out!

Jeffrey Goines:
You are a total nutcase, completely deranged, delusional, paranoid. Your thought process is all f***ed up. Your information train is jammed, man!

Jeffrey Goines:
There's the television. It's all right there - all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! We're not productive anymore. We don't make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we *for* then? We're consumers, Jim. Yeah. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, if you don't, what are you then, I ask you? What? Mentally *ill*. Fact, Jim, fact - if you don't buy things - toilet paper, new cars, computerized yo-yos, electrically-operated sexual devices, servo systems with brain-implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers...

Jeffrey Goines:
Do you realize where he thinks he comes from?

Jeffrey Goines:
My father is God! I worship my father!

Jeffrey Goines:
When I was institutionalized, my brain was studied exhaustively by the guys of mental health. I was interrogated, I was x-rayed, I was examined *thoroughly*.

Jeffrey Goines:
Then, they took everything about me and put it into a computer where they created this model of my mind. Yes! Using that model they managed to generate every thought I could possibly have in the next, say, 10 years. Which they then filtered through a probability matrix of some kind to - to determine everything I was gonna do in that period. So you see, she knew I was gonna lead the Army of the Twelve Monkeys into the pages of history before it ever even occurred to me. She knows everything I'm ever gonna do before I know it myself. How's that?

James Cole:
I'm looking for the army of the twelve monkeys.

James Cole:
All I see is dead people.

Jeffrey Goines:
My father's going to be very upset when he hears about this! And when my father gets upset, the ground SHAKES!

Jeffrey Goines:
Who cares what psychiatrists write on walls?

Wallace:
Hey... is that the cops? I'm an innocent victim in here! I was attacked by a coked up whore and a - a f***in' crazy dentist!

Jeffrey Goines:
...and if you forget one thing i will have you shaved, sterilized, and destroyed!

James Cole:
This is a place for crazy people. I'm not crazy.

Dr. Peters:
We don't use the term "crazy," Mr. Cole.

James Cole:
Well you've got some real nuts here.

James Cole:
You're all gonna die.

Dr. Kathryn Railly:
Nobody is going to die! You're not going to save the world, Okay you're delusional. You've made this all up out of bits and piece in you're head.

James Cole:
No.

Dr. Kathryn Railly:
Uh, Yes! Let me give you an example you know Jeffrey Goines. You were both patients at county hospital, at the same time.

James Cole:
Jeffrey Goines was a fruitcake.

James Cole:
She's not honey babe, She's a doctor. My psychiatrist. Understand?

Charlie the Hotel Clerk:
Whatever gets it up for you jack.

Dr. Kathryn Railly:
You had a bullet from World War I in your leg, James! How did it get there?

James Cole:
I am insane, and you are my insanity.

Dr. Kathryn Railly:
Where are we going?

James Cole:
Philadelphia.

Dr. Kathryn Railly:
Philadelphia? That's more then a hundred miles away!

James Cole:
I know, that's why I can't walk there.

Dr. Leland Goines:
My God, Jeffrey. You truly are insane.

Jeffrey Goines:
No I'm not.

Astrophysicist:
Jones is my name.

Astrophysicist:
I'm in insurance.

Louie:
Science ain't an exact science with these clowns but, they're getting better.