9+St-augustin

[from trailer]
7: We... awakened something.
9: Something terrible.

1: [from trailer]
1: 9, you shall protect the future.

[loud fart echoes from the St. Trinians quiz team]
Chelsea: I am so sorry... its a side effect of my raisin-and-ryvita
  diet!
[disgusted looks]
Quiz host: Contrary to popular belief... better in than out.

Narrator: As Bush sat in that Florida classroom, was he wondering if
  maybe he should have shown up to work more often? Should he have
  held at least one meeting since taking office to discuss the threat
  of terrorism with his head of counter terrorism? Or maybe Mr. Bush
  was wondering why he had cut terrorism funding from the FBI. Or
  perhaps he just should have read the security briefing that was
  given to him on August 6, 2001 that said that Osama bin Laden was
  planning to attack America by hijacking airplanes. Or maybe he
  wasnt worried about the terrorist threat because the title of the
  report was too vague.
[cut to 9/11 Commission hearing, where Condoleeza Rice is testifying]
Condoleezza Rice: I believe the title of the report was Bin Laden
  Determined to Attack Inside the United States.
Narrator: A report like that might make some men jump, but as in days
  passed, George W. just went fishing. As the minutes went by, George
  Bush continued to sit in the classroom. Was he thinking, "Ive been
  hanging out with the wrong crowd. Which one of them screwed me? Was
  it the man my daddys friends delivered a lot of weapons to? Was it
  that group of religious fundamentalists who visited my state when I
  was governor? Or was it the Saudis? Damn, it was them."
[an image of Saddam Hussein appears onscreen]
Narrator: [as George W. Bush] I think I better blame it on this guy.

Francois: Beauty is only skin deep.
Jacques St. Ives: Thats it. Our friendship is over. I cannot love a
  man who loves a cliche.

Commission Lawyer: [interrogating Monsignor Forucco] What about
  Brother Lavin? Are you aware that the police had evidence against
  him as well?
Monsignor Forucco: Certainly not!
St. Vincent Resident: Youre a lying bastard! Hes lying to your
  face!
[hes now being dragged out by security]
St. Vincent Resident: Youre a lying bastard, Monsignor! Why dont
  you just tell the truth? Go on then, tell the truth! YOU CAN GO TO
  HELL, MONSIGNOR! GO TO HELL, you and your brothers! GO TO HELL!

[after asking Steven about some younger boys at St. Vincent]
Defence Lawyer: Oh, God. Let me refresh your memory. You were 15,
  they were about 7 or 8. You were fully grown, they were half your
  height. Came up to your waist. Does this refresh things for you!
Steven Lunney age 25: Its not true.
Defence Lawyer: Did you force them to perform sexual acts upon your
  person, Steven? In the downstairs bathroom! Or on the back fire
  escape! Do you remember that! Youve accused my client of sexual
  abuse, Steven. When we both know that YOU are the criminal and I
  have WITNESSES to prove it! Youve LIED Steven! And I can prove it.
  Fifteen years ago, you told the police that Brother Glackin NEVER
  touched you! Were you lying then or are you lying now? Which is it?
  Maybe youre just a liar, ANSWER THE QUESTION!
Paul Stevens: My Lord, can we have a short recess?

Billy: Jules, yknow, honey... this isnt real. You know what it is?
  Its St. Elmos Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in dark
  skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it,
  but the joke was on them... there was no fire. There wasnt even a
  St. Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought
  they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like
  youre making up all of this. Were all going through this. Its
  our time at the edge.

Brendan Richards: Who is the Doctor?
K-9: Affirmative.

The Ruler: Plan 9? Ah, yes. Plan 9 deals with the resurrection of the
  dead. Long distance electrodes shot into the pineal and pituitary
  gland of the recently dead.

Solo: If Lucky was smart, hed get what X-9 and Nabura are after,
  then threaten each of them that hell give it to the other.
Marker: Maybe youre right at that, Solo.
Solo: Thats not unusual, Marker.

Rose Smith, Esther Smith: [singing] Meet me in St. Louie, Louie, meet
  me at...
Mr. Alonzo Smith: For heavens sake, stop that screeching!
Rose Smith: Were sorry, Papa.
Mr. Alonzo Smith: The fair wont open for seven months, and thats
  all anybody ever sings about or talks about. I wish they would all
  meet at the fair and leave me alone.

Tootie Smith: Nobodys going to have them, not if we cant take
  them to New York! Id rather kill them if we cant take them with
  us!
Esther Smith: Oh, Tootie, dont cry. Dont cry, its all right. You
  can build other snow people in New York.
Tootie Smith: No, you cant! You cant do any of the things that I
  can do in St. Louis!
Esther Smith: No, no, Tootie, youre wrong. New York is a wonderful
  town. Everybody dreams about going there, but were luckier than
  lots of families because were really going. Wait till you see the
  nice new home were going to have, and the loads and loads of new
  friends were going to make. But the main thing is, Tootie, that
  were all going to be together, just like weve always been. Thats
  what really counts. We could be happy anywhere as long as were
  together.

[talking on the telephone]
Warren Sheffield: Isnt this great? Here I am in New York, and there
  you are in St. Louis, and its just like youre in the next room!
Rose Smith: What was that?
Warren Sheffield: [yelling] I said, ITS JUST LIKE YOURE IN THE NEXT
  ROOM!
Rose Smith: Oh.

[last lines]
Esther Smith: I cant believe it. Right here where we live - right
  here in St. Louis.

[about the pronunciation of "St. Louis"]
Mr. Neely the Iceman: Well, I got a cousin who spells it the same
  way, and we call him "Louie".
Tootie Smith: Hes isnt a city though, is he?
Mr. Neely the Iceman: No...
Tootie Smith: Is he a saint?
Mr. Neely the Iceman: Uh, no.
Tootie Smith: Then theres no comparison.

Esther Smith: Its our last dance in St. Louis. I feel like Im going
  to cry.

Rose Smith: What did you say, Warren?
Warren Sheffield: Nothing. I was waiting for you to talk.
Rose Smith: Oh. Well, did you want to discuss anything in particular?
Warren Sheffield: What?
Rose Smith: I said, was there anything special you wanted to ask me?
Warren Sheffield: I cant hear you, Rose.
Rose Smith: Thats funny. I can hear you plainly.
Warren Sheffield: Isnt this great? Here I am in New York and there
  you are in St. Louis and its just like youre in the next room.
Rose Smith: What was that?
Warren Sheffield: I said, its just like youre in the next room! Uh,
  Rose, I hope you dont misunderstand what Im about to say.
Rose Smith: Yes?
Warren Sheffield: I dont think you better mention this call to
  anyone.

[first lines]
Narrator: We are in quaint St. Augustine, the pride of Florida and
  the oldest permanent white settlement in the United States, where
  the architecture of old Spain has been faithfully reproduced and
  preserved as one of the most colorful heritages of North America.

Automated MNU Instructional Voice: [in MNU Humvee] When dealing with
  aliens, try to be polite, but firm. And always remember that a
  smile is cheaper than a bullet.

Sally: How much do you tip for something like that?

Mr. Brumley: A nice piece of art.

A & R Rep: Jordan, youre a great artist, but youre not a
  songwriter. You cant write songs. And weve sent a million songs
  your way.
Jordan McDermott: All the stuff youve sent me has been crap.

Christopher Johnson: My sons in there!

John McDermott: Hey kid, youre pretty good on those things.
Dominic: Thanks. Ive been working on my chops.