(1)you said i had delusions… that i created a world… you said you could explain everything…
(2)well, i can’t. … i mean…i’m trying to. i can’t believe that everything we do or say has already happened, that we can’t change what’s going to happen, that i’m one of the three billion people who are going to die…soon.
-I came here to talk about monkeys.
-Monkeys?!?!
-Yeah, 12 of them…
1) Jeffrey. . . Jeffrey, I know that’s you. I recognize your voice. 2) No you don’t.
1)They find him?
2)Who??
1)What kid. The one in the pipe.
2)You believe this? They’re dropping a monkey down there with a
miniature infra-red camera strapped on him and a roast beef sandwich
wrapped in tinfoil.
1)Where are you taking me?
2)South of France, buddy. Fancy hotel. You’re gonna love it.
1)South of France?! I don’t want to go to the South of France. I want to make a telephone call.
1. have you been following me? 2. no, i saw this in a store window, you said you’d help me, i know this isn’t what you had in mind
1. I don’t really come from outer space.
2. Oh. L. J. Washington. He doesn’t really come from outer space.
1. 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?
1. i said what about the germs he said i don’t belive in germs.
1: whats goin on 2: volenteers.
Cole: This is October, right?
Kathryn: April.
Cole: What year is this?
Kathryn: What year do you think it is?
Cole: 1996.
Kathryn: That’s the future, James. Do you think your living in the future?
Cole: 1996 is the past.
Kathryn: No, 1996 is the future… This is 1990.
Goeings: Games, they vegetise you. If you play the games, you’re voluntarily taking a tranquilliser.
Goeings: Telephone call? That’s communication with the outside world, doc. There’s discretion! Nah, nah, hey, all of these nuts could just make phone calls. They could spread insanity, oozing through the telephone cables, oozing to the lives of all these poor sane people. Infecting them. Workers everywhere, plague amends.
Goeings: There’s no right. There’s no wrong. There’s only popular opinion.
A telephone call? That’s communication
with the outside world! Doctor’s
discretion. Hey, if alla these nuts
could just make phone calls, it could
spread. Insanity oozing through telephone
cables, oozing into the ears of all those
poor sane people, infecting them! Whackos
everywhere! A plague of madness.
In fact, very few of us here are actually
mentally ill. I’m not saying you’re
not mentally ill, for all I know you’re
crazy as a loon. But that’s not why
you’re here. Why you’re here is because
of the system, because of the economy There’s the TV. It’s all right there.
Commercials. We are not productive
anymore, they don’t need us to make
things anymore, it’s all automated. What
are we for then? We’re consumers. Okay,
buy a lot of stuff, you’re a good citizen.
But if you don’t buy a lot of stuff, you
know what? You’re mentally ill! That’s
a fact! If you don’t buy things…toilet
paper, new cars, computerized blenders,
electrically operated sexual devices…
SCREWDRIVERS WITH MINIATURE BUILT-IN
RADAR DEVICES, STEREO SYSTEMS WITH
BRAIN IMPLANTED HEADPHONES, VOICE-
ACTIVATED COMPUTERS, AND…
Au contraire, Doctor. No sign of your good friend, the kidnapper. However, the plot thickens. I have a ballistic report on my desk that says the bullet you claim you removed from Mr. Cole’s thigh is an antique…and all indications are it was fired…sometime prior to 1920.
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.
COLONICS FOR EVERYONE!
Doses!Doses!You gotta know your doses!! It’s essential!!!
Dr. Owen FletcherYou’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.
FUCK THE BOZOS
Get out of my chair! Get out of my chair! He was in my chair.
Help me. I was just attacked by a coked up whore and a fucking crazy dentist!
Here’s my theory on that. While I was institutionalized, my brain was studied exhaustively in the guise of mental health. I was interrogated, x-rayed, studied thoroughly. Then, everything about me
was entered into a computer where they created a model of my mind.
Hey is that the cops? I’m just the innocent victem here. I was attacked by a coked up whore, and a fucking crazy dentist.
hey! is that the police! i’m an innocent victim in here! i was attacked by a coked-up whore and a crazy dentist!
I am insane and you are my insanity.
I am insane, and you are my insanity
I am insane….and you are my insanity.
I can’t go to the South of France, I need to make a phone call!!
I don’t know how to drive! We went underground when I was nine, I told you that. When you come to the corner, turn right.
I guess they got you on some chemical of strings. What’d they give you? Thorzine? Haldol? How much, how much? Know your drugs – know your doses. It’s elementary.
i want to be here. in this time. with you. i want to become…become a whole person. i want this to be the present. i want the future to be unknown…
I will have you shaved steralized and destroyed
I’ll have you shaved, sterilized, and destroyed!
If you want to watch a particular television program, say All My Children or something, you go to the Charge Nurse and tell her the 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. There was this guy who was always requesting shows that had already played. Yes. No. You have to tell her BEFORE.
jones is my name…i’m in insurance
maybe the human race deserves to be wiped out…
Monkey, monKEY
monkeys
My father is god!
Nevermind. It’s not real — it’s a hoax. A prank. He’s hiding in a barn. Hey, turn left here. Left!
Oh, wouldn’t it be great if I *was* crazy? Then the world would be okay.
Science ain’t an exact science
Telephone call? Telephone call? That’s communication with the outside world. Doctor’s 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, plague of madness…
That woman is…was…your…psychiatrist? And now she’s spray-painting our building?
There is no such thing as right and wrong, there’s just popular opinion.
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!
There’s no right, there’s no wrong. There’s only popular opinion.
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…
TOWELS! LIKE A BIG HOTEL WITH GREAT DRUGS FOR THE NUTCASE LUNATIC MANIAC DEVILS…
Wackos everwhere, plague and madness
Wackos everywhere plague of madness
Well, if you ask me, I think that monkey is going to eat the sandwich himself.
where’d they send you to this time, ancient egypt
Who cares what psychiatrists write on walls?!
You are a total nutcase, completely deranged, delusional, paranoid. Your thought process is all fucked up. Your information train is jammed, man!
You believe in germs, right?
You dumb assholes, I’m a mental patient, I’m supposed to act out!
you had a bullet from world war one in your leg, james! how did it get there?
You know what crazy is? Crazy is majority rules!
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