Tom Wilkinson movie quotes

View Quote Make Believe It's Not Just Madness

View Quote Opening Lines

View Quote Note left on the wall

View Quote "Yeah, you got spirit kid. I'll give you that. More than your old man anyway. In the joint, Chill told me about the night he killed your parents. He said your father begged for mercy. Begged. Like a dog."

View Quote " Never underestimate Gotham City. People get mugged on their way home every day of the week. Heh, sometimes...sometimes things just go bad."

View Quote (Half-heartedly faking insanity to get out of prison.) "Yeah, Dr. Crane, I can't take it anymore. It's all too much. The walls are closing in. Blah, blah, blah. Couple more days of this food, it'll be true."

View Quote [reading Emily's letter] People say that God is dead, but how can they think that if I show them the Devil?

View Quote Demons exist whether you believe in them or not.

View Quote Once you've looked into the darkness, I think you carry it with you for the rest of your life.

View Quote [Watching the Continental Army routed at Camden] These rustics are so inept. Nearly takes the honor out of victory... nearly.

View Quote [At Cowpens, sees Tavington's dragoons charge without Cornwallis' orders] Tavington. Damn him, DAMN THAT MAN!

View Quote Lieutenant General Cornwallis: Now we come to the matter of specific targeting of officers during engagements. You must know that in civilized warfare, officers in the field must not be accorded inappropriate levels of hostile attention.
Benjamin Martin: To your opinion, what are appropriate levels of hostile attention?
Lieutenant General Cornwallis: Colonel, imagine the utter chaos that would follow from leaderless armies having at each other. There must be gentlemen to command, lead, and- and, where necessary, restrain their men.
Benjamin Martin: Restrain them from, say, targeting civilians. Women, children and such.
Lieutenant General Cornwallis: That's a separate issue.
Benjamin Martin: No, no. I consider them linked. And as long as your soldiers attack civilians, I will order the shooting of officers at every engagement. And my men are excellent marksmen.
Lieutenant General Cornwallis: Very well. Let us move on to...
Benjamin Martin: Prisoner exchange.
Lieutenant General Cornwallis: Sir?
Benjamin Martin: You have eighteen of my men. I want them back.
[Visibly confused, General Cornwallis turns to General O'Hara, who whispers to him.]
Lieutenant General Cornwallis: I-I hold eighteen criminals under sentence of death, but I hold no prisoners of war.
Benjamin Martin: If that's your position, eighteen of your officers will have to die. Nineteen, if you hang me with them.
Lieutenant General Cornwallis: My officers?
[Martin gets up, taking a field telescope off the General's desk. He looks out the window behind him, and hands the device to Cornwallis.]
Benjamin Martin: Top of the ridge, to your left. Just below the tree line.
[General Cornwallis looks, and locates what appears to be a group of British officers held at gunpoint by Colonial militia.]
Lieutenant General Cornwallis: Their names and ranks?
Benjamin Martin: They refuse to give me their names, but the ranks are nine lieutenants, five captains, three majors, and one very fat colonel who called me a "cheeky fellow."
Lieutenant General Cornwallis: You know this is not the conduct of a gentleman.
Benjamin Martin: If the conduct of your officers is the measure of a gentleman, I'll take that as a compliment. [Pauses] Get my men.
Lieutenant General Cornwallis: [To O'Hara] Arrange the exchange.
Brigadier General O'Hara: My lord.

View Quote Oh bollocks. There is no school like the old school, and I'm the **** headmaster!

View Quote Right, let me tell you how this works. You're going in the drink, and I'm going to have a cup of tea. Beneath your feet is the famous river Thames. I just hope for your sakes you can hold your breath for as long as it takes my kettle to boil. After that, I'm gonna ask you a question, just one question. You're gonna give me a name. And if it's the right name, I'm gonna send you home warm and dry in a fresh set of clothes. If it's the wrong name, you'll be fed to the crayfish. They're American, these crayfish. Big, hungry bastards. And like most things American, they've eaten the natives...but they've still got room for more.

View Quote And I shed a tear. I shed a tear for all those bone-tops that read the papers and believe that shit. But did you see his body? Did you see him smacked-up and cracked-up with his tongue on his chin and his **** in his hand, swinging from the rafters like a real RocknRolla? No, you didn't, did you? And nobody else **** did either, did they? Because he ain't dead. He's alive, alive-o somewhere selling cockles and mussels and a very important painting that doesn't belong to him.

View Quote [Reacting to an old picture of Lang, taken in his college days with a marijuana joint] Let's hope he didn't inhale.

View Quote I doubt it very much. The gate will open automatically. Be sure to make a right at the bottom of the drive. If you turn left, the road will take you deeper into the woods and you may never be seen again.

View Quote A less equable man than I might start to find your questions impertinent.

View Quote Hugh Fennyman: [Dropping Mr. Henslowe's feet into hot coals] Henslowe! Do you know what happens to a man who doesn't pay his debts? His boots catch fire!

View Quote Hugh Fennyman: Uh, one moment, sir.
Ned Alleyn: Who are you?
Hugh Fennyman: I'm, uh... I'm the money.
Ned Alleyn: Then you may remain so long as you remain silent.

View Quote Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.

View Quote Gerald: Fat, David, is a feminist issue.
Dave: Well, what's that supposed to mean when it's at home?
Gerald: I don't bloody know, do I? But it is.

View Quote Gaz: Y'know Dave, it's a thought...
Gerald: Ha! I could just see Little and Large prancing around Sheffield with their widgers hanging out. Now that would be worth 10 quid!
Gaz: Don't be so bloody daft. We were just saying...
Gerald: [teases by mimicking binoculars] Widgers on parade! Bring your own microscopes!
Dave: I don't see why the chuff not, Gerald.
Gerald: Because you're fat and he's thin, and you're both **** ugly!

View Quote Dave: I mean, what if next Friday 400 women turn 'round and say "He's too fat, he's too old and he's a pigeon-chested little tosser"? What happens then, eh?
Horse: They wouldn't say that, would they?
Dave: Why not? He's just said her tits are too big.
Lomper: That's different. We're... blokes.
Dave: Yeah, and...
Gerald: I think she's got nice tits, actually.
Lomper: I never said nowt about her personality, like. I mean, she's probably quite nice if you get to know her.
Dave: No. And they won't say nowt about your personality neither, which is good 'cause you're basically a bastard. Bollocks to your personality — this is what they're looking at, right? And I'll tell you summat, mate. Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream there is none.

View Quote [When Olbricht and Stauffenberg arrive at Fromm's office, Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel is inside; the two are engaged in a shouting match, arguing furiously.]
Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel: I have better things to do with my time than to come down here and clean up your mess! If you were enough of a man to run this department, I wouldn't have to do it myself! You're an old woman, Fromm! I'd send you to the front if I didn't think you'd surrender, just to be Montgomery's whore! [storms out as Fromm's secretary brings Stauffenberg and Olbricht in.]
General Friedrich Fromm: What is it you want?
General Friedrich Olbricht: I wanted to introduce our new man, Colonel Stauffenberg.
Fromm: Ah! From Africa. Well, I'd offer you my hand, but I might not get it back.
Col. Claus von Stauffenberg: I'd say the General's lost more important things this morning.
Fromm: [breaks out in laughter] It's about time they put somebody with balls into this office, [laughs] Please sit down, Colonel. And Olbricht, if you must. [Stauffenberg and Olbricht sit at Fromm's desk] They tell me you're critical of the war, Colonel, not that you don't seem to have good reason.
Stauffenberg: I am critical of indecision, General.
Fromm: In the field?
Stauffenberg: In Berlin.
Fromm: So, that's why you're here, I take it. To make decisions...
Stauffenberg: I've already made my decision. I'm here to help others make theirs.
Fromm: They say when there's no clear option, the best thing is to do nothing.
Stauffenberg: We're at war. We must act. Sometimes rashly.
Fromm: And what rash action did you have in mind, Colonel?
Stauffenberg: That would be a decision for the supreme military commander, sir.
Fromm: A supreme commander. Second only to the Chancellor. If I were that man, this war would be going quite differently.
Olbricht: Well, we were thinking the same thing. [pause]
Fromm: I don't need to remind you that we have all sworn an oath to the Fuhrer. [Carefully disables a listening device in his telephone] Having said that, I'm going to forget this conversation ever took place, in the strict understanding that such talk never occurs again under this roof. Is that clear?!
Stauffenberg: Yes, sir.
Olbricht: Yes, sir.
Fromm: Now you can tell your friends, Colonel, that I always come down on the right side, and as long as the Fuehrer is alive, you know what side that is.

View Quote [Fromm has learned that Stauffenberg and Olbricht tried to control the Reserve Army.]
General Friedrich Fromm: How dare you put the Reserve Army on standby without my knowledge! It damn near cost me my commission! And what in God's name made you think you even had the authority?!
General Friedrich Olbricht: It was only a drill. An exer-
Fromm: Oh, don't lie, Olbricht! Not to me. We both know it wasn't a drill.
Col. Claus von Stauffenberg: General, if I may...
Fromm: No you may not, Colonel. You may not do anything. Because not only have you proven to me you can't deliver, you've painted a target on my back. If I so much as sense you trying to move the Reserve Army again, I will personally have you both arrested. Do I make myself abundantly clear?
Olbricht: Yes, sir.
Stauffenberg: Yes, sir.
Fromm: [Holds up hand] Heil Hitler!
Olbricht: Heil Hitler. [Stauffenberg and Olbricht start to leave.]
Fromm: I'll hear you say it, Colonel!
[Stauffenberg stops in his tracks and turns around to face Fromm.]
Stauffenberg: [Holds up his arm without his hand] Heil Hitler!

View Quote [General Friedrich Fromm walks into a room where the plotters are lined up and surrounded by guards]
General Friedrich Fromm: If you have any last messages to your wives and children, I will hear them now. [Silence] Very well. A court martial convened by me in the Fuhrer's absence will pronounce sentence. Beck, you're under arrest. Colonel Mertz von Quirnheim, General Olbricht, Lieutenant Haeften, and the Colonel whose name I will not mention, are condemned to death.
Major Otto Remer: General, my orders are to take these men alive.
Fromm: Noted, Major.
Ludwig Beck: I'd like a pistol please. [General Fromm looks at him suspiciously] For personal reasons.
Fromm: [Takes pistol to a nearby table] Get on with it.
Remer: With all respect sir-
Fromm: That will be all, Major!
General Friedrich Olbricht: Killing us won't hide your involvement.
Fromm: My involvement? I don't know what you're talking about.
Lieutenant Werner von Haeften: You knew and did nothing. You're as guilty as any of us.
Fromm: [Scoffing] Spare me, Lieutenant.
Col. Claus Von Stauffenberg: No one will be spared.