Equilibrium Quotes
In a Fascist future where all forms of feeling are illegal, a man in charge of enforcing the law rises to overthrow the system.
Mary: Let me ask you something.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary: Why are you alive?
John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary: Why are you alive?
John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.
DuPont: The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly.
DuPont: And you, Preston, the supposed savior of the resistance, are now its destroyer, and, along with them, you've given me yourself... calmly... coolly... entirely without incident.
John Preston: [Polygraph machine scribbling rapidly] No.
[Polygraph suddenly registers Preston completely in control]
Polygraph Technician: Oh... Shit.
John Preston: Not without incident.
John Preston: [Polygraph machine scribbling rapidly] No.
[Polygraph suddenly registers Preston completely in control]
Polygraph Technician: Oh... Shit.
John Preston: Not without incident.
Robbie Preston: Looking for something. If I were you I'd be more careful in future.
John Preston: How long?
Robbie Preston: Since mom
John Preston: And Lisa
Robbie Preston: Of course
John Preston: How did you know?
Robbie Preston: You forget. It's my job to know what you're thinking.
John Preston: And you know what I'm gonna do now.
John Preston: How long?
Robbie Preston: Since mom
John Preston: And Lisa
Robbie Preston: Of course
John Preston: How did you know?
Robbie Preston: You forget. It's my job to know what you're thinking.
John Preston: And you know what I'm gonna do now.
DuPont: It is not the will of the Council, it is the will of Father and he is law.
John Preston: Sir... without the logic of process, is it not just mayhem - what we have worked so hard to eradicate?
DuPont: You must understand, Preston, that while you - and even I - may not always agree with it,it is not the message that is important, it is our obedience to it. Father's will. Call it faith. You have it, I assume?
John Preston: Yes. I have it.
DuPont: Good.
John Preston: Sir... without the logic of process, is it not just mayhem - what we have worked so hard to eradicate?
DuPont: You must understand, Preston, that while you - and even I - may not always agree with it,it is not the message that is important, it is our obedience to it. Father's will. Call it faith. You have it, I assume?
John Preston: Yes. I have it.
DuPont: Good.
[first lines]
DuPont: In the first years of the 21st century, a third World War broke out. Those of us who survived knew mankind could never survive a fourth; that our own volatile natures could simply no longer be risked. So we have created a new arm of the law: The Grammaton Cleric, whose sole task it is to seek out and eradicate the true source of man's inhumanity to man - his ability to feel.
DuPont: In the first years of the 21st century, a third World War broke out. Those of us who survived knew mankind could never survive a fourth; that our own volatile natures could simply no longer be risked. So we have created a new arm of the law: The Grammaton Cleric, whose sole task it is to seek out and eradicate the true source of man's inhumanity to man - his ability to feel.
John Preston: When we return from the Nether it always reminds me of why we do what we do.
Partridge: It does?
John Preston: [pauses; He takes notice of Partridge's intonation] I beg your pardon?
Partridge: [Withdraws Prozium-administering device from his pocket and injects himself with it] It does.
Partridge: It does?
John Preston: [pauses; He takes notice of Partridge's intonation] I beg your pardon?
Partridge: [Withdraws Prozium-administering device from his pocket and injects himself with it] It does.
Father: Prozium - The great nepenthe. Opiate of our masses. Glue of our great society. Salve and salvation, it has delivered us from pathos, from sorrow, the deepest chasms of melancholy and hate. With it, we anesthetize grief, annihilate jealousy, obliterate rage. Those sister impulses towards joy, love, and elation are anesthetized in stride, we accept as fair sacrifice. For we embrace Prozium in its unifying fullness and all that it has done to make us great.
[trying to convince a group of rebels that he's letting them escape]
John Preston: Go. Go, damn you!
[sees another rebel being shot and knows this group will be next]
John Preston: Get out of here, God damn it! If you don't, you're dead!
Rebel: Don't do it. He'll shoot us in the back.
John Preston: If I was gonna shoot you, I'd shoot you in the face. Now go.
John Preston: Go. Go, damn you!
[sees another rebel being shot and knows this group will be next]
John Preston: Get out of here, God damn it! If you don't, you're dead!
Rebel: Don't do it. He'll shoot us in the back.
John Preston: If I was gonna shoot you, I'd shoot you in the face. Now go.
