Movie Quotes for Philadelphia+Experiment+Ii

David Herdeg: This now, this time, its not ours. We werent here
  when it happened. The experiment took place on a ship in a
  Philadelphia harbor. It was - 1943, October. Does this sound...
  crazy? You know, or is this sort of thing possible now?

David Herdeg: You know, I got it all figured out... Navy owes me 40
  years back pay.

Sheriff Bates: Weve all got problems, honey. But we dont solve em
  with guns.

Jim Parker: Isnt that - water up ahead?
David Herdeg: No. This is a desert. And thats a mirage.
Jim Parker: [later, walking through the flooded plain] How much
  longer you think this mirage is gonna last?

David Herdeg: [to transvestite] What the hell are you dressed like
  that for?

David Herdeg: Whew. What is *that*?
Allison Hayes: Oh, I think its a Porsche.
David Herdeg: Now thats *really* neat.

Major Clark: So, what did you think of the future?
David Herdeg: Television was great.
Major Clark: You didnt see enough of it.

Allison Hayes: Whyd you join the Navy?
David Herdeg: You know the old saying: girl in every port.

Sailor #1: Hey, there goes the whiz kid.
Sailor #2: Doesnt look too happy, does he?
David Herdeg: Maybe he knows somethin we dont.
Sailor #1: Thanks, David, thats just what I wanted to hear.

David Herdeg: What the hell have you done, Longstreet?

[Trying to steal Allisons car]
David Herdeg: Where the hells the clutch?
Allison Hayes: Its automatic!
David Herdeg: Get in, youre driving.

Dennis Reynolds: Hello, fellow American. This you should vote me. I
  leave power. Good. Thank you. Thank you. If you vote me, I am hot.
  What? Taxes. Theyll be lower, son. The democratic vote for me is
  the right thing to do, Philadelphia. So do.

Dennis Reynolds: [Reading the campaign speech Charlie wrote] Hello
  fellow American. This you should vote me. I leave power good. Thank
  you. Thank you. If you vote me Im hot. What? Taxes theyll be
  lower son. The democratic vote for me is right thing to do
  Philadelphia. So do.

Charlie Kelly: You got that script I wrote? Grab that script.
Dennis: Ive been meaning to speak to you about this. I cant read
  these words. Theyre not in the right order.
Charlie Kelly: Its good.
Dennis: I think you might be dyslexic bro. Im not reading this.
Charlie Kelly: No, no, no, no!
Dennis: I think you might be dyslexic.
Charlie Kelly: Just read it once!
Dennis: Ok... you want me to read the script?
Charlie Kelly: Yes... and action!
Dennis: Ill read the words you wrote. "Hello fellow American. This
  you should vote me. I leave power. Good. Thank you, thank you. If
  you vote me, Im hot. What? Taxes, theyll be lower... son. The
  Democratic vote is the right thing to do Philadelphia, so do." This
  doesnt make any sense!
Charlie Kelly: Alright... then just say whatever you want.

Mister Sinister: Greetings, Nightcrawler. It is indeed a pleasure to
  see you.
Nightcrawler: Mister Sinister! What in heavens name are you doing
  here?
Mister Sinister: Im merely gathering up my lab notes. Ah, if only I
  had more time to really endulge myself with the Genoshans.
Nightcrawler: You monster. How could you experiment on mutants?
Mister Sinister: Quite easily, really. I love to tinker with nature.
  Take for instance that marvelous teleportation ability of yours. If
  I were to meld that with the optic ability of Cyclops, who knows
  what manner of creature would arise?
Nightcrawler: I do not want to hear your sick schemes. Tell me where
  Polaris is.
Mister Sinister: Sorry, Nightcrawler. Shes quite valuable to
  Apocalypse so shes hidden very far away from here. But, Ive
  already said too much. Its time I left.
Nightcrawler: No, Sinister. Your time is up. You are not getting away
  from me.
Mister Sinister: I would love to stay and test that theory, but I
  really must be going. So you choose... come after me or save these
  test subjects. But we both know your choice. Goodbye, Nightcrawler.
  Ha, Ha, Haaaaa!
Nightcrawler: Sinister set off a trap. We have to save these
  Genoshans immediately.

Charlie Kelly: Hello, fellow American. This, you should vote me! I
  leave power! Good. Thank you. Thank you. If you vote me, Im hot.
  Taxes! Theyll be lower! Sun. The Democratic vote for me is right
  thing to do, Philadelphia, so do.

Charlie Kelly: You got the script that I wrote? Grab the script.
Dennis Reynolds: Ive been meaning to speak to you about this. I
  cant read these words. Theyre not in the right order.
Charlie Kelly: Its good.
Dennis Reynolds: I think you might be dyslexic, bro. Im not reading
  this.
Charlie Kelly: No, no. Please. Read it.
Dennis Reynolds: I think you might be dyslexic.
Charlie Kelly: Read the script once.
Dennis Reynolds: Okay. You want me to read the script?
Charlie Kelly: Yes.
Dennis Reynolds: All right.
Charlie Kelly: [setting up his video camera] And action!
Dennis Reynolds: Ill read the words you wrote: Hellow, fellow
  American. This you should vote me. I leave power! Good. Thank you.
  Thank you. If you vote me, I am hot? What? Taxes. Theyll be
  lower... son. The democratic vote for me is right thing to do,
  Philadelphia. So do.
[Dennis rips up Charlies script]
Dennis Reynolds: [whining] This doesnt make any sense!

Dee Reynolds: I havent seen you for a month, and Im standing here
  in a neck brace. Are you gonna ask me how Im doing... or what
  happened... or...
Mrs. Reynolds: I assume you did something stupid.
Dee Reynolds: Dennis ran me over with his car!
Mrs. Reynolds: There you go again! Dont you think its about time
  you start taking responsibility for your actions?
Dee Reynolds: I...
Mrs. Reynolds: [interrupting her] I want my possessions returned.
[Barbara feeds her dog some food from a plate]
Dee Reynolds: I was eating that, mother!
Mrs. Reynolds: Ive been running around. I havent had time to feed
  the dog. Could you stop thinking about yourself for once? And
  besides, you dont need it, sweetie.
[Dee gasps, squeals, and storms off]
Mrs. Reynolds: Well thats attractive. Maybe if you took a bit more
  pride in your appearance you could find a man, and then you
  wouldnve have to steal from your mother. I mean, look at your
  skin, Deandra. Christ, there is a sun in Philadelphia.

King Charles II: As you intend on poetry, Rochester, why not provide
  it yourself?
Rochester: A short epigram in your honour then, Your Majesty. [pause]
  "We have a pretty, witty King, Whose word no man relies on. Who
  never said a foolish thing, Nor ever did a wise one"
King Charles II: Be just, Rochester. The wise words are my own, the
  deeds are my ministers.

King Charles II: [on his deathbed] Be kind to Portsmouth and let not
  poor Nelly starve.

King Charles II: My god, theyve brought me a bat to marry.

King Charles II: Its all been for nothing, Nell. The cause that gave
  my life meaning, will die with me. I fought to restore everything
  that was lost when my father was murdered but James will destroy it
  all. I know that, Ive always known that.
Nell Gwynn: Then why did you fight so hard for him?
King Charles II: Not for him, for the principle. For the rights of
  Kings. Parliament will have its victory in the end.
Nell Gwynn: You know what I think about politics; its all a lot of
  foolish men scheming to ruin each other for no reason anyone can
  remember a few years later. If it was up to me, Id give the throne
  to Monmouth. Because, in my opinion, a King should always be
  handsome. [laughs]
King Charles II: Sweet Nell, how much better the world might be if it
  were arranged to your liking.

[first lines]
Tarek Fahd, Häftling Nr. 77: [voiceover, reading newspaper ad] Test
  subjects wanted. Earn 4000 marks for a 14-day experiment in a
  simulated prison.

[last lines]
Nachrichtensprecher: [voiceover - spoiler] The tragic outcome: two
  dead, three injured, among them project leader Professor Klaus
  Thon. Clearly, the experiment went out of control after two days.
  The district attorney is investigating two possible manslaughter
  charges and several charges of abuse and negligence. One of the
  test participants has been arrested. The project direction will
  probably have to answer to a court. According to statements by one
  of the scientists, the escalation might have been prevented by
  aborting the experiment earlier.

Mitch: [after hearing his brother has arrived] Where is he?
Barbara Robbins: Hes in the kitchen. He asked me to make him a
  sandwhich with the crusts cut off... but that was only after he
  recited three scenes from "Godfather II"
Phil: He still does that? I love that!
Mitch: Oh, no, no, no. Phil, so help me, if you mention the
  "Godfather" to him I will rip off both your arms and beat you over
  the head with them!
Phil: [after Glen enters] Hey, Glen... who had Frank Pentangili
  killed?
Glen: [Godfather theme kicks in] The Rossato Brothers...
Phil: Yeah, but who gave the go ahead?
[Mitch proceeds to beat Phil over the head with a pillow. Furious,
  Mitch exits the room and gives Phil the middle finger behind Glens
  back]