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Zorro:
You trust me, Se?orita?

Lolita Pulido:
To love is to trust, se?or.

Zuri:
So, your mission did not go as planned.

T'Challa:
What happened to my uncle, N'Jobu? My father told me he disappeared. There was a man today wearing a ring identical to this one.

Zuri:
It is not possible.

T'Challa:
He helped Klaue escaped from us and he was wearing this ring. My grandfather's ring! Do not tell me what is impossible, Tell me the truth!

Zuri:
Some truths... [exhales deeply] are too much to bear, T'Challa.

T'Challa:
That is not your choice to make. What happened to him?

Zuri:
I promised the king to say nothing.

T'Challa:
[irritated]I AM YOUR KING NOW!!

Zuri:
Your uncle took a War dog assignment in America. Your father placed me there to observe. Unbeknownst to him, your uncle fell in love with an American woman, they had a child. The hardship he saw there radicalized your uncle.

[Flashback with T'Chaka confronting his brother, N'Jobu.]

N'Jobu:
I observed for as long as I could. Their leaders have been assassinated. Communities flooded with drugs and weapons. They are overly policed and incarcerated. All over the planet, our people suffer because they don't have the tools to fight back. With vibranium weapons, they can overthrow all countries, and Wakanda can rule them all, the right way.

Zuri:
He knew your father would not support this, so your uncle betrayed us.

T'Challa:
[shocked] No!

Zuri:
He helped Klaue steal Vibranium.

T'Challa:
No.

T'Chaka:
You will return home at once where you will face the council and inform them of your crimes.

Zuri:
He drew his weapon on me.

[N'Jobu pulls a loaded handgun from the back pocket of his pants planning to kill Zuri, but T'Chaka kills him by impaling him with panther claws on his suit.]

Zuri:
Your father killed his own brother to save my life.

T'Chaka:
Speak nothing of this.

T'Challa:
And the child?

Zuri:
We left him. We had to maintain the lie.

[ stabs Carbone]

Oswald Cobblepot:
The simple act of a substantial pay rise is all it took to sway these men, your greatest passion became your greatest weakness, love, love conquers all

['Marlon Brando' (qv)'s Best Actor award is announced]

Sacheen Littlefeather:
Hello. My name is Sacheen Littlefeather. I'm Apache, and I am president of the National Native American Affirmative Image Committee. I'm representing Marlon Brando this evening, and he has asked me to tell you, in a very long speech, which I cannot share with you presently, because of time, but I will be glad to share with the press afterwards, that he very regretfully cannot accept this very generous award, and the reasons for this being are the treatment of American Indians today by the film industry...

[murmuring in audience]

Sacheen Littlefeather:
Excuse me.

[booing and applause]

Sacheen Littlefeather:
And on television in movie reruns and also with the recent happenings at Wounded Knee. I beg at this time that I have not intruded upon this evening and that we will, in the future... our hearts and our understanding will meet with love and generosity. Thank you on behalf of Marlon Brando.

['Story Will' has just bumped in to Summer, who's pregnant. Flash back to present]

Maya Hayes:
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Will Hayes:
What?

Maya Hayes:
Telling me this story, this mystery love story. What if I don't like who my mom is?

Will Hayes:
Of course you like who your mom is. And you don't have to wait long to find out, because that very night...

Maya Hayes:
Its Summer, isn't it? And you're not my father! No wonder you didn't want to be with her.

Will Hayes:
Take it easy, Maya. It's just a story. And this one has a happy ending.

Maya Hayes:
[fighting back tears] How does it have a happy ending? You and my mom, whoever she is, you're getting divorced! What's the happy in that?

[a flat screen for tracking patients' waiting times has just been delivered to the department]

Maggie Coldwell:
What on earth is that for?

Bruno Jenkins:
Action replays of your greatest life-saving moments. I love short films.

Maggie Coldwell:
I see your humour implant didn't take, then.

[A flight attendant in first class offers drinks to Robbie]

Robbie:
How much is it?

Flight Attendant:
It's free.

Robbie:
It's what? Holy shit, this is incredible. Actually, I shouldn't drink. I fell in love with this girl who's going to marry an idiot, so I'm on my way to Vegas to stop them.

Female Passenger:
[overhears] That's the sweetest thing I have ever heard! Where are they getting married?

Robbie:
That's the problem, I don't know where, but I'm going to run around and find them. I got to do what I got to do.

[a group of Bajorans have arrived at the station]

Quark:
Don't tell me - there's a Bajoran convention on this station I didn't know about? Thanks, Odo! I need to call in more dabo girls.

Odo:
It's not a convention. They're from an orthodox spiritual order coming to support Vedek Winn's efforts to keep the Bajoran children out of school.

Quark:
Orthodox? In that case I'll need twice as many dabo girls. The spiritual types love those dabo girls!

[a hippie draped in red/white/blue enters the flat]

Major Glory:
Uncle Sam? What's happened to you?

Uncle Sam:
Doctor's orders, nephew. Told me I was too high-strung, told me to loosen up. And I feel great. [looks around]

Uncle Sam:
Hey, I love obliviated pad, man. These your roommates? High five, dude.

Valhallen:
All right!

Krunk:
Five! [Major Glory faints]

Uncle Sam:
That's the spirit, nephew. You just gotta chill.

[a jeweller is suggesting inscriptions for Shawn's pocketwatch]

Henry Spencer:
"Love, Dad"? Yeah, well, why don't you just write, "Kissy, kissy"?

[a large fat woman has just fallen on top of Dexter after he had apparently tried to give her too much tranquilizer]

Dexter:
Help! She's fallen and I can't get up!

Al:
Dexter, are you okay?

Dexter:
I think I'm done for. Just shoot me... and tell Laura I love her.

[Dexter dies]

Al:
NOOOO! Dexter, I'll call for help. Just try to find an air pocket in there somewhere.

[a letter following a British Navy presentation by pepperpots]

Voice Over:
As an admiral who came up through the ranks more times than you've had hot dinners, I wish to join my husband O.W.A. Giveaway in condemning this shoddy misrepresentation of our modern navy. The British Navy is one of the finest and most attractive and butchest fighting forces in the world. I love those white flared trousers and the feel of rough blue serge on those pert little buttocks...

Presenter:
I'm afraid we are unable to show you any more of that letter.

[A minion named Lance drinks something purple out of an Erlenmeyer flask; suddenly he starts floating upwards]

Dr. Nefario:
We've been working on this for a while. It's a... anti-gravity serum.

Lance:
[notices he is drifting towards an open window; terrified] Ooh, ooh, ooh, melomo, aah! [disappears into the sky]

Dr. Nefario:
I meant to close that. He'll be all right, I'm sure.

Gru:
Do the effects wear off?

Dr. Nefario:
Uh, so far... [looks up at ten Minions floating about on the ceiling] No. No, they don't… and here, of course, is the new weapon you ordered. [shoots a Minion named Max with the fart gun, knocking him out]

Gru:
No, no, no. I said dart gun, not– [stops and starts fanning the scent away] Okay.

Dr. Nefario:
Oh! Yes. 'Cause I was wondering... under what circumstances would we use this? But anyway... [puts the fart gun away] ...What I really wanted to show you was this. [shows Gru a dozen cookies, which are actually spider-like robots]

Gru:
[delighted] Now those are cookie robots!

Agnes:
[suddenly disturbs Gru and Nefario; singing] La, la, la... I love unicorns...

Gru:
What are you doing here? I told you to stay in the kitchen.

Margo:
We got bored. What is this place?!

Gru:
Er...

Edith:
[about the liquid in a beaker] Can I drink this?

Dr. Nefario:
[taking the beaker] Do you want to explode?! [Edith kicks Dr. Nefario in the shin and he yowls in pain] GRU!

Gru:
Get back in the kitchen!

Agnes:
Will you play with us?

Gru:
No.

Agnes:
Why?

Gru:
Because I'm busy.

Margo:
Doing what?

Gru:
Um... okay, okay, you got me. The dentist thing is more of a hobby. In real life, I am a spy. And it is top secret and you may not tell anybody! Because if you do...

Edith:
What does this do? [Edith accidentally shoots the laser gun of Agnes' unicorn toy, scorching it; once Agnes lifts it, it crumbles to dust, she gasps]

Gru:
[angry] Hey!

Edith:
Oops.

Agnes:
My unicorn! You have to fix it!

Gru:
Fix it? Look, it has been disintegrated, by definition, it cannot be fixed.

[Agnes gasps, then starts holding her breath]

Gru:
That's freaking me out. What is she doing?

Margo:
She's gonna hold her breath until she gets a new one.

Gru:
[sighs; to Agnes] It is just a toy. Now stop it.

[Agnes keeps holding her breath, then her eyes roll up and she passes out on the floor]

Gru:
Okay, okay! I'll fix it! [into microphone] Tim! Mark! Phil! [three minions immediately arrive in pneumatic tubes] This is very important. You have to get the little girl a new unicorn toy.

Tim:
Eh? Papoi? Bakanana papoi?

Mark:
No, no, no, no, no. Pa-poy. [rolls his eyes]

Tim:
Ah, Papoy! [Phil chuckles]

Gru:
Hey, hey, hey! A toy!

Tim:
Da, da, da. Papoy. [scoffs]

Gru:
Go, and hurry! [the three minions walk off]

Margo:
What are those?

Gru:
They are my... [Dr. Nefario looks at him; thinking] ...cousins. Jerry! Stuart! [two other Minions come in] Watch them and keep them away from me, please.

[A new group of prisoners has arrived at Shawshank, Andy Dufresne among them, and the convicts are "going fishing", taunting the new prisoners and making bets on who will break down crying first.]

Heywood:
Hey, Fat Ass. Fat Ass! Talk to me boy! I know you're there. I can hear you breathin'. Don't you listen to these nitwits, you hear me? This place ain't so bad. Tell you what, I'll introduce you around, make you feel right at home. I know a couple of big old bull queers that'd just love to make your acquaintance. Especially that big, white, mushy butt of yours.

Fat Ass:
Oh, God. I don't belong here!

Inmate:
We have a winner!

Heywood:
And it's Fat Ass, by a nose! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

Prisoners:
[Chanting] Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

Fat Ass:
I wanna go home! I want my mother!

Inmate:
I had your mother, she wasn't that great!

[A door on the ground floor opens, and Captain Byron Hadley and several guards walk onto the cell block.]

Byron Hadley:
What the Christ is this happy horseshit?!

Prisoner:
You took the Lord's name in vain; I'm telling the Warden!

Byron Hadley:
You'll be telling 'im with my baton up your ass!

Fat Ass:
You gotta let me outta here! You gotta!

Byron Hadley:
What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey-spunk?

Fat Ass:
Please... I ain't supposed to be here. Not me!

Byron Hadley:
I ain't gonna count to three. I'm not even gonna count to one; you will shut the fuck up or I will sing you a lullaby!

Heywood:
[now nervous, under his breath] Shut up, man. Shut up.

Fat Ass:
You've made a mistake! You don't understand, I'm not supposed to be here!

Byron Hadley:
Open that cell!

Inmate:
Me neither! They run this place like a fucking prison!

[The cell door is opened, and Captain Hadley grabs Fat Ass and drags him out into the middle of the first floor of the cell block. Taking out his baton, Hadley savagely beats the new inmate.]

Byron Hadley:
Son of a bitch.

Inmate:
Cap, take it easy.

[Finally, Fat Ass is beaten into unconsciousness. The inmates, who had been shouting and cheering when the guards first arrived, are now silent.]

Byron Hadley:
[Putting away his baton] If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night, I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here! [To his men] Call the trustees, take that tub of shit down to the infirmary.

[Captain Hadley and the guards leave the cell block, and the lights go off again.]

Red:
His first night in Shawshank Prison, Andy Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.

[A nude Barbarella answers her wallscreen call from the President of Earth.]

President:
Barbarella?

Barbarella:
Mr. President!

[The President takes a long look, then greets her officially.]

President:
Love.

Barbarella:
Love.

[The President turns away from the screen.]

Barbarella:
Just a moment — I'll slip something on.

President:
Don't trouble yourself. This is an affair of state.

[a paroled ex-con has been murdered]

Det. Joe Fontana:
I love a public service homicide, don't you?

[A refection of Boog is shown as Boog walks along the path]

Ian:
[off-screen] Hey, Booger. [on-screen when he and the others are inside the panic room] You hear that? I called him "Booger".

Boog:
What are you guys doing?

Reilly:
We took your advice and built a panic room, (Just like you wished for).

Boog:
Not bad. You got room for one more?

Reilly:
Come on in.

Ian:
Wipe your feet.

Maria:
Take a load off.

Ian:
Just close the door behind you. [Boog closes the door] So where's your best friend Idiot? [to the animals] You notice how I called Elliot "Idiot"?

Boog:
[scoffs] The great werewolf hunter is in Dead Bear Gulch probably talkin' the ear off of some poor werewolf.

[Suddenly, Shaw's truck comes to a stop]

Boog:
[gasps] Shh.

Shaw:
That's where it all began, in Dead Bear Gulch. That's where we'll find our werewolf.

Edna:
But that gulch is haunted, don't you know.

Ed:
Yeah! With evil spirits.

[Boog and Ian looks at the refection of Shaw, Ed and Edna]

Shaw:
Which is why the werewolf will be hidin' out there. We've got it on the run. It's gonna hunker down in the one place it thinks we won't go.

Ed:
And where is that?

Shaw:
Dead Bear Gulch!

Ed:
Oh, right.

Shaw:
I got special camo for us in the truck. We'll take him by surprise!

Ed:
Take who by surprise?

Shaw:
The werewolf!

Edna:
Ooh! I love surprises!

Shaw:
Instead of Dead Bear Gulch, they're gonna have to call it... Dead Everything Gulch by the time we're through. [uses Lorraine] We'll blast everything that moves.

Ed:
You mean like us?

Edna:
How can we hunt if we can't move?

Shaw:
[groans] I won't blast you!

Ed:
But we'll be moving!

Edna:
Yeah! You said that...

Shaw:
Forget what I said! [groans] Canadians.

[Shaw, Ed, and Edna went back to the truck off-screen]

Reilly:
Elliot's in trouble!

Rosie:
What are we gonna do, Boog?

Reilly:
Maybe we should go help him.

[Boog looks worried when his friend's in trouble]

[A ship crash-lands on the Benbow Inn's pier. Jim rushes over and knocks on the door's window.]

Jim Hawkins:
Hey, mister? Hey, mister, you're okay in there, right?

[A clawed hand slams against the window, startling Jim. The door opens and Billy Bones, a tortoise-like alien, emerges with a small storage chest.]

Billy Bones:
[coughs, grabs Jim's collar] He's a-comin'. Can ya hear 'im? [extending his neck towards Jim] Those gears and gyros, clickin' and whirrin' like the devil himself!

Jim Hawkins:
[nervously] Uh, hit your head there pretty hard, didn't ya?

Billy Bones:
[lifting up his chest] He's after me chest. That fiendish cyborg, an' his band of cutthroats...! But they'll have to pry it from ol' Billy Bones' cold, dead fingers afore I-- [collapses, dropping the chest and coughing uncontrollably]

Jim Hawkins:
Oh, my... Uh, come on, give me your arm. [holding him up] That's it. [helps Bones back to the Inn, with the chest]

Billy Bones:
[weakly] Good lad...

Jim Hawkins:
[drily] Mom's gonna love this.

[a spell that allows a witch to hear the thoughts of others has backfired, causing the sisters to hear each other's thoughts, too]

Piper:
Yeah, next time get your own damn lipstick.

Prue:
I heard that.

Piper:
I love you.

Prue:
Bite me.

[A teenage girl is tied against a post with a hood over her head; an old woman is with her.]

Old Woman:
[in Welsh] Don't be afraid, girl.

Teenager:
[panicked] Who are you? Where am I? Someone help me!

Old Woman:
[Looking through the Naturom Demonto] Only the book can undo what the evil has done.

Teenager:
Please... I just want to go home. Please! [a hooded man comes up and reveals his face] [shocked] Daddy? Daddy, what's going on? Who are these people?

Harold:
They're good people. They're here to help you.

Teenager:
Daddy, what are you talking about? Where's mom?

Harold:
Mommy's dead, baby... you know that... you killed her.

Teenager:
[sobbing] No! Why are you saying that? Please, dad! I just wanna go home!

Old Woman:
[to Harold] Do it! It's the only way to save her soul!

Harold:
[hesitant] I'm so sorry...

[Harold begins pouring gasoline all over her daughter]

Teenager:
What is that? Daddy, no! Please stop!

Old Woman:
Save her soul! Her body is already condemned!

Teenager:
Daddy, please... I love you so much. I want you to hold me and take me home.

Harold:
[weeping] I love you too, baby...

Old Woman:
Do it! Give your daughter peace!

[As Harold lights a match, her daughter stops crying and is calm]

Teenager:
Daddy... I'll rip your soul out... I'll rip your soul out, daddy. [She looks up revealing to be possessed] I'll rip your fucking soul out, you pathetic fuck! I'll fucking kill you like I killed your whore!

[Harold then sets his daughter on fire and loads up a double-barrel shotgun as she is screaming.; Harold hesitates aiming the shotgun at her for a moment]

Harold:
I love you baby. [shoots her in the head]

[A tiny alarm sounds. Mr. Incredible checks his wristwatch]

Mr. Incredible:
Holy smokes, I'm late. Listen, I've gotta be somewhere.

[He signals the Incredi-Bile with a remote. It roars into view, squeals to a stop next to him]

Police Officer #1:
What about Bomb Voyage?

Mr. Incredible:
Any other night, I'd go after him myself, but I really gotta go. But don't worry. We'll get him! Eventually!

[He fires the afterburners. The cops watch in dismay as the Incredi-Bile roars off. Bob's car pulls up in front, converting back into a sedan. Bob Parr enters, dressed smartly in a tux, fumbling with his tie]

Bob Parr:
Hey, is the night still young?

Lucius Best:
You're very late.

Bob Parr:
How do I look? Good?

[His best man Lucius stops him before he]

Lucius Best:
Oh, the mask! You still got the mask.

[Best reaches up and pulls off his Mr. Incredible's mask. Bob takes a deep breath and pushes open the chapel doors]

Bob Parr:
Showtime!

[Bob stands at the altar with his Helen, who we the bride]

Minister:
Robert Parr, will you have this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?

Helen Parr:
You're late. When you asked me if I was doing anything later, I didn't realize you'd actually forgotten. I thought it was playful banter.

Bob Parr:
It was playful banter.

Helen Parr:
Cutting it kinda close, don't ya think?

Bob Parr:
You need to be more... flexible.

Helen Parr:
I love you, but if we're gonna make this work, you've gotta be more than Mr. Incredible. You know that. Don't you?

Minister:
...so long as you both shall live?

Bob Parr:
I do.

Minister:
I pronounce this couple husband and wife.

[They kiss, with a superheroes and people cheering]

Helen Parr:
As long as we both shall live. No matter what happens.

Bob Parr:
Hey, come on. We're superheroes. What could happen?

[a tree crashes through the kitchen as Danny and Bean make love on the table]

Danny Wright:
Still horny?

[a weekday morning in the Eubank household. Karron is busy getting the children ready for school while Chris irons his clothes instead of helping out. Later, Louis is outside with Chris, who is playing with his little scooter]

Louis Theroux:
Karron seems lovely, by the way. I don't know how she puts up with you, though.

Chris Eubank:
Why? I mean, have you seen me unbehaving in any way untoward?

Louis Theroux:
Certainly not rudely, but as you were saying, a bit like a child.

Chris Eubank:
A bit like a child in regards to...?

Louis Theroux:
It just seems to me... Karron has quite a lot on her plate with four children plus number five.

Chris Eubank:
The fifth child, yeah. Let me tell you, words cannot... I mean, look...

Louis Theroux:
Words cannot, what?

Chris Eubank:
I can't describe to you... I can't emphasise how hard it is.

Louis Theroux:
For her?

Chris Eubank:
For her, as a mother.

Louis Theroux:
You do your best, though. You help out, don't you?

Chris Eubank:
Of course I help out, but um... it's uh... it's absolutely... It's mad. The schedule she has to keep, I mean, it's just, you understand, it's nonstop and it is constant.

Louis Theroux:
What's she getting out of it, then?

Chris Eubank:
Oh, she's a... she's a mother.

Louis Theroux:
No, but out of her relationship with you, Chris. I mean, no offence, but I'm just getting your take on it.

Chris Eubank:
I'm her husband, she's my wife, we are together, we are in love. We love each other, we are in love. I fancy her. I fancy her.

Louis Theroux:
No, but what's *she*, I said, not what you are getting out of it.

Chris Eubank:
Well, I would hope she fancies me too!

Louis Theroux:
Yeah, mutual attraction and... she doesn't, ultimately, she doesn't mind too much having to be the one keeping the organisational end of things together?

Chris Eubank:
There is no other way, I mean, as you'll see with this week her I'm going to be in London, probably constantly doing functions which you will see... I'm away working. The cruel, um, or the wonderful scenario that fate has given to women is she's not only a mother, she's a parent. She's my woman. She's my wife.

Louis Theroux:
Together forever.

Chris Eubank:
I'm not speaking for men in general, I'm speaking for me. It is physically impossible for me to do what she does. Karron loses me. I couldn't do what she does.

Louis Theroux:
I believe you. You don't do it!

Chris Eubank:
No, I don't, I can't. I'm not able.

[Aaron talks to Eric alone after Eric injures his ankle]

Aaron:
[Aaron looks at Eric with tears in his eyes] Oh, my God.

Eric:
I'll just go to the infirmary when we get back.

[Aaron kisses Eric on the mouth]

Aaron:
When I saw that flare go up - I thought...

Eric:
You were worried, were you?

Aaron:
Yeah.

Eric:
This is your fault, you know?

Aaron:
Is that so?

Eric:
Because I love you. And because when I'm worried, I do stupid things. And when I do stupid things, I wind up underneath the rust bucket surrounded by roamers who roll a rear passenger tire onto my left ankle.

[the two men smile and laugh with each other]