12 Monkeys

"There was something about the idea that people putting layer upon layer to protect themselves from a potential infection, end up in a sense isolating themselves from one another. And I became obsessed with that."

"Sorry. Uh, sorry. I, I, I got a little agitated. The thought of, uh, escape had crossed my mind, and then suddenly — suddenly — suddenly I felt like bending the fucking bars back, and ripping out the goddamn window frames and eating them — yes, eating them! Leaping, leaping, leaping! Colonics for everyone! All right! You dumbasses. Im a mental patient. Im supposed to act out! Waitll you morons find out who I am! My fathers gonna be really upset, and when my father gets upset, the ground SHAKES! My father is God! I worship my father!"

"Theres the television. Its all right there — all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! Were not productive anymore. We dont make things anymore. Its all automated. What are we for then? Were consumers. Yeah. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, youre a good citizen. But if you dont buy a lot of stuff, if you dont, what are you then, I ask you? What? Mentally ill. Fact, Jim, fact — if you dont buy things: toilet paper, new cars, computerized yo-yos, electrically-operated sexual devices, stereo systems with brain-implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers..."

"Oh, wouldnt it be great if I was crazy? Then the world would be okay."

"Its just like whats happening with us, like the past. The movie never changes. It cant change; but every time you see it, it seems different because youre different. You see different things."

"Games, games. Heres some games. Games you wanna get out. Ha! See, more games. Games, they vegitize you. If you play the games, youre voluntarily taking a tranquilizer...Drugs! Whatd they give you? Thorazine? Haldol? How much? Learn your drugs — know your doses. Its elementary..."

"Telephone call? Telephone call? Thats communication with the outside world. Doctors discretion. Nuh-uh. Look, hey — if 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, a plague of madness. In fact, very few, very few of us here are actually mentally ill. Im not saying youre not mentally ill, for all I know, youre crazy as a loon. But thats not why youre here. Thats not why youre here. Thats not why youre here! Youre here because of the system."

"You are a total nutcase, completely deranged, delusional, paranoid. Your thought process is all fucked up. Your information tray is jammed, man!"

"So if you want to watch a particular television program, say All My Children or something, you go to the Charge Nurse and tell her day and time the show you want to see is on. But you have to tell her before the show is scheduled to be on. Theres this guy and hes always requesting shows that had already played. Yes, no. You have to tell her before. He couldnt quite grasp the idea that the Charge Nurse couldnt make it be yesterday. She couldnt turn back time, thank you, Einstein. Now he, he was nuts. He was a fruitcake, Jim!"

"And when my father finds out Im in this kind of place, hell have them transfer me to one of those classy joints where they treat you properly, like a person, like a guest. With sheets and towels like a big hotel, with great drugs for all of us nut-case, lunatic, maniac devils."

"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."

"Dr. Peters: I think, Dr. Railly, you have given your "alarmists" a bad name. Surely there is very real and very convincing data that the planet cannot survive the excesses of the human race: proliferation of atomic devices, uncontrolled breeding habits, the rape of the environment, the pollution of land, sea, and air. In this context, isnt it obvious that "Chicken Little" represents the sane vision and that Homo Sapiens motto, "Lets go shopping!" is the cry of the true lunatic?"