The Fifth Element1997

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg:
It's nice to see you again, Father.

Priest Vito Cornelius:
Ah, I remember you now. The so-called art dealer.

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg:
I'm glad you got your memory back. Because you're gonna need it.

[directs his men out of his office]

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg:
Where are the stones?

Priest Vito Cornelius:
I don't know. And even if I did know, I wouldn't tell somebody like you.

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg:
Why? What's wrong with me?

Priest Vito Cornelius:
I try to serve life. But you only...seem to want to destroy it.

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg:
Oh, Father, you're so wrong. Let me explain. [closes office door, places an empty glass on desk] Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos. Take this empty glass. Here it is, peaceful, serene and boring. But if it is [Pushes glass off table] destroyed... [robot cleaners move to clean broken glass] Look at all these little things. So busy now. Notice how each one is useful. What a lovely ballet ensues, so full of form and color. Now, think about all those people that created them. Technicians, engineers, hundreds of people who'll be able to feed their children tonight so those children can grow up big and strong and have little teeny weeny children of their own, and so on and so forth. Thus, adding to the great chain... of life. [Desk prepares a glass of water and a bowl of fruit] You see, Father, by creating a little destruction, I'm actually encouraging life. In reality, you and I are in the same business. Cheers. [drinks water with cherry, only to choke on cherry stuck in throat. Zorg frantically presses all buttons on his desk in an attempt to get something to clear his throat]

Priest Vito Cornelius:
Where's the robot to pat you in the back? Or the engineer? Or their children, maybe? [Desk brings out Zorg's pet Picasso; Zorg motions it to try and help him] There, you see how all your so-called power counts for absolutely nothing? How your entire empire of destruction comes... crashing down. All because of one little... cherry. [slaps Zorg in the back, causing him to spit the cherry at Picasso]

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg:
[opens doors, throws Cornelius to guards] You saved my life, and in return, I'll spare yours... for now.

Priest Vito Cornelius:
You're a monster, Zorg.

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg:
I know.

[directs guards to take Cornelius away]

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg:
[snaps fingers] Torture who you have to. The President, I don't care. Just bring me those stones. You have one hour.