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/co/ VOICE-OVER THREAD MONOLOGUES - SORTED BY SEX OF CHARACTER, THEN ALPHABETICAL BY TITLE
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---MALE MONOLOGUES---

Aladdin
Merchant: Ah, Salaam and good evening to you worthy friend.Please, please, come closer--(camera zooms in, squishing his face) Too close, a little too close. (camera zooms back) There.Welcome to Agrabah. City of mystery, of enchantment...and the finest merchandise this side of the river Jordan, on sale today, come on down! Heh, heh. Look at this! Yes! Combination hookah and coffee maker, also makes Julienne fries. Will not break! (taps it on table) Will not! (it falls apart) It broke! Ooohhh! Look at this! (pulls out a Tupperware container) I have never seen one of these intact before. This is the famous Dead Sea Tupperware. Listen. (opens it and he makes the tupperware squeaky sound out of the corner of his mouth) Ah, still good. Wait, don't go! I can see that you're only interested in the exceptionally rare. I think then, you would be most rewarded to consider...this. (pulls the magic lamp out from his sleeve) Do not be fooled by its common place appearance. Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts. This is no ordinary lamp! It once changed the course of a young man's life. A young man who, like this lamp, was more than what he seemed. A diamond in the rough. Perhaps you would like to hear the tale? It begins on a dark night, where a dark man waits, with a dark purpose...

Genie: Aaaaahhhhh! OY! Ten-thousand years will give ya such a crick in the neck! Whoa! Does it feel good to be outta there! (pretends to have a microphone) Nice to be back, ladies and gentlemen. (to Aladdin) Hi, where ya from? What's your name? Aladdin! Hello, Aladdin. Nice to have you on the show. Can we call you 'Al?' Or maybe just 'Din?' Or howbout 'Laddi?' (suddenly is wearing a kilt) Sounds like "Here, boy! C'mon, Laddi!" Do you smoke? Mind if I do? Oh, sorry Cheetah, hope I didn't singe the fur! Hey, Rugman! Haven't seen you in a few millennia! Slap me some tassel! Yo! Yeah! (high-fives carpet) Say, you're a lot smaller than my last master. Either that or I'm gettin' bigger. Look at me from the side, do I look different to you? That's right, you're my master! He can be taught!! What would you wish of me, (as Arnold Schwarzenegger) the ever impressive, (inside a cube) the long contained, (as a ventriloquist with a dummy) often imitated, but never duplicated....he multiplies into about 7 different Genies)...duplicated, duplicated, duplicated, duplicated, duplicated, duplicated, duplicated, duplicated, duplicated.... Genie! Of! The Lamp! (as Ed Sullivan) Right here direct from the lamp, right here for your enjoyment wish fulfillment. Thank youuuuu! (back) You get three wishes to be exact. And ix-nay on the wishing for more wishes. That's it, three. Uno, dos, tres. No substitutions, exchanges or refunds. Master, I don't think you quite realize what you've got here! So why don't you just ruminate, while I illuminate the possibilities!


Atlantis: The Lost Empire
Milo: Good afternoon, gentlemen. First off, I’d like to thank this board for taking the time to hear my proposal. Now we’ve all heard of the legend of Atlantis, a continent somewhere in the mid-Atlantic that was home to an advanced civilization, possessing technology far beyond our own…that, according to our friend Plato here, was suddenly struck by some cataclysmic event that sank it beneath the sea. Now some of you may ask, why Atlantis? It’s just a myth, isn’t it? Pure fantasy? Well…that…is where you’d be wrong. Ten thousand years before the Egyptians built the pyramids, Atlantis had electricity, advanced medicine, even the power of flight. Impossible, you say! Well, no, no, not for them. Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agreed that Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind, more powerful than steam, than coal, more powerful than our modern internal combustion engines. Gentlemen, I propose that we find Atlantis, find that power source, and bring it back to the surface. Now, this is a page from an illuminated text that describes a book that is called “The Shepherd’s Journal,” said to have been a firsthand account of Atlantis and its exact whereabouts. Now, based on a centuries-old translation of the Norse text, historians have believed the journal resides in Ireland, but after comparing the text to the ruins of this Viking shield, I found that one of the letters had been mistranslated. So, by changing this letter, and inserting the correct one, we find that the Shepherd’s Journal, the key to Atlantis… lies not in Ireland, gentlemen, but in Iceland! (softly) Pause for effect. Gentlemen, I’ll take your questions now.


Beauty and the Beast
Narrator: Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?


The Dark Knight
Joker: (holding a knife inside Gambol's mouth) Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was...a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So - me watching - he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it! Turns to me, and he says, "Why so serious, son?" Comes at me with the knife... "Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face!" And... why so serious?

Joker: (addressing Rachel Dawes) Well, hello beautiful. You must be Harvey's squeeze. And you are beautiful. Oh, you look nervous. Is it the scars? Wanna know how I got 'em? (grabs her chin as she tries to turn away) C'mere, look at me. So, I had a wife, who was beautiful...like you, who tells me I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more, who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks...(she squirms, he pulls her back) Hey. One day they carve her face. And we got no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again. Hmm? I just wanted to let her know that I don't care about the scars. So, I stick a razor in my mouth and do this... to myself. And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves! Now I see the funny side. Now, I'm always smiling!

(The lights turn on in the interrogation room, revealing Batman (Christian Bale) standing behind the Joker. Batman smashes the Joker's head onto the table.)
Joker: Ah! Never start with the head, the victim gets all...fuzzy. He can't feel the next... (Batman interrupts by smashing the Joker's hand.)
Joker: See?
Batman: You wanted me. Here I am.
Joker: I wanted to see what you'd do. And you didn't disappoint. You let five people die. Then you let Dent take your place. Even to a guy like me, that's cold.
Batman: Where's Dent?
Joker: Those mob fools want you gone so they can get back to the way things were. But I know the truth. There's no going back. You've changed things… forever.
Batman: Then why'd you want to kill me?
Joker: (laughs hysterically) I don't wanna kill you! What would I do without you? Go back to ripping off Mob dealers? No, no...no! No, you...you... complete...me.
Batman: You're garbage who kills for money.
Joker: Don't talk like one of them, you're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak – like me! They need you right now, but when they don't... they'll cast you out. Like a leper. See, their morals, their code: it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these, uh… these civilized people, they'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster; I'm just ahead of the curve.

Joker: Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it. You know, I just... do things. The mob has plans, the cops have plans, Gordon's got plans. You know, they're schemers. Schemers trying to control their little worlds. I'm not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are. So, when I say... Ah, come here.
(He takes Dent's hand into his own)
Joker: When I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know that I'm telling the truth. It's the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, you had plans, and look where that got you.
(Dent tries to grab the Joker.)
Joker: I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hmmm? You know... You know what I've noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan." Even if the plan is horrifying! If, tomorrow, I tell the press that, like, a gang banger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it's all "part of the plan." But when I say that one little old mayor will die, well then everyone loses their minds!
(Joker hands Two-Face a gun and points it at his forehead.)
Joker: Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair!
(still holding the gun, Two-Face pauses and takes out his half-scarred coin.)
Two-Face: (shows the clean side) You live.
Joker: Mm-hmm.
Two-Face: (shows the scarred side) You die.
Joker: Mmm, now we're talking.

Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale): Targeting me won't get their money back. I knew the mob wouldn't go down without a fight, but this is different. They crossed the line.
Alfred: You crossed the line first, sir. You squeezed and hammered them to the point of desperation. And in their desperation they turned to a man they didn't fully understand.
Bruce Wayne: Criminals aren't complicated, Alfred. We just need to figure out what he's after.
Alfred: With respect, Master Wayne, perhaps this is a man that you don't fully understand either. A long time ago, I was in Burma. My friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones. But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So we went looking for the stones. But in six months, we never met anyone who had traded with him. One day I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing the stones away.
Bruce Wayne: So why steal them?
Alfred: Well, because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.


The Iron Giant
Hogarth: (wired on caffeine, talking very quickly) So she moved me up a grade 'cause I wasn't fitting in, so now I'm even more not fitting in. I was getting good grades, you know, like all A's. So my mom says, "You need stimulation." I said, "No, I don't. I'm stimulated enough right now." So she says, "Uh-uh. You don't have a challenge. You need a challenge." So now I'm challenged, all right- I'm challenged to hold on to my lunch money because of all the big mooses who wanna pound me, 'cause they think I'm a shrimpy dork who thinks he's smarter than them! But I don't think I'm smarter, I just do the stupid homework! If everyone else JUST DID THE STUPID HOMEWORK, they could move up a grade and get pounded, too! Is there anymore coffee?


How to Train Your Dragon
Hiccup (Jay Baruchel): This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word? Sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes, we have dragons. Most people would leave. But not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues. My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But, it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that. That's Stoick the Vast, Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do. The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well, little-er. See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses. Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout. the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut and...Astrid. Aw, their job is so much cooler. One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here. A Nadderhead is sure to get me at least noticed. Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status. Then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize is the one dragon no one's ever seen. We call it the... This thing never steals food, never shows itself and...never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.


Fritz the Cat
(Fritz enters his dorm. His roommates, Fuzz and Heinz, completely ignore him)
Fritz: Huh, I had a great thing goin' there 'till the freakin' fuzz showed up. I wish that skinny broad hadn't turned on the shower too, I think I'm getting' a cold. Oh well, man. Everyone all studyin' for the goddam exams and all? Hey Fuzz, how'd it go with that Dee Dee chick, huh. She got some bod, huh? You have to admit. Oh, Charlene isn't bad either though, right? Like, wow. Heinz, you swine old buddy pig, you grew behind Alvina? Get some kicks tonight, huh? (to himself) Huh, bastards, you'd think the goddam exams was to be all and end all of existence. Cosmic life force or something. You'd think they were the freakin' fugitives. Can't even get in a few decent words to a guy. Bastards. What a bore. They just sit there and take bennies and stay up all night with a bunch of books and their thumb up their ass. Oh, yes, yes, I remember the time when it was all very inspiring and enlightening. All this history and literature and Sociology shit. You think learning is a really big thing and you become this big fuckin' intellectual and sit around trying to out intellectual all the other big fuckin' intellectuals. You spend years and years with your nose buried in these goddam tones while the world is passin' you by. All this stuff to see and all the kicks and all the girls are out there and me, a writer and a poet who should be havin' adventures and experience and all of the adversities and paradoxes and ironies of life. And passin' over all the roads of the world. And diggin' all the cities and towns and rivers and oceans makin' all of them chicks. (imagining the girls) Oh God. As a writer and a poet, it is my duty to get out there and dig the world. To swing the whole friggin' scene while there's still time, man! (begins piling up all of his school stuff) My fartin' around days are over, baby! From this day on, I shall live every day as if it was my last. Yeah, yeah, I must do it. No more of the dreary boring classes, the dismal lectures, the sitting around bullshittin' with pretentious fatass hippies! No more of the books, the spoutings of a bunch of old farts who think they know the whole goddamn score! Ha, ha! (sets his stuff on fire; he changes his beat from excited to surprised) Oh my God, what have I done? (nervous) Uh, heh. I set all my notes and books and stuff on fire and, uh, now I can't study for my exams. I'll flunk out and my folks will be pissed off as hell. I'll get a blanket. (tosses blanket on fire) Blanket's on fire. We'd better call the fire department.


Justice League
Captain Marvel (voice of Jerry O'Connell): My whole life, I looked up to the League. You were my heroes, everyone of you. And you, you were more than a hero. I idolised you. I wanted to be you. Whenever I was out there facing down the bad guys, I'd ask "what would Superman do?" Now I know! I believe in fair play, I believe in taking people at their word and giving them the benefit of the doubt. Back home, I've come up against my share of pretty nasty bad guys, but I never had to act the way they did to win a fight. I always found another way. I guess I'm saying that I like being a hero. A symbol. And that's why I'm quitting the Justice League. You don't act like heroes anymore.

Superman (voice of George Newbern): Each of you brings something different to the table. Strength, speed, stealth, whatever. But we're all equal in at least one way: each of us is willing to make the sacrifices a hero needs to make, even the ultimate one. Since there are so many of us, we have a chance to do more than just put out fires, both literal and figurative. We can be proactive. We can do some real good in the world, but we're gonna have to be organized. J'onn will be up here, keeping an eye on everything. He'll be the one to decide who's going where and when. I know a lot of you are used to making those decisions for yourself, but from now on, we have to be more coordinated that that. We can't be cowboys anymore...or cowgirls.

Superman: This is the hardest thing I've ever had to say. I'm guilty. We're guilty of the sin of hubris. We had the best of intentions, to be Earth's guardians, to keep you safe, but we failed you. We looked down on the world from our tower in the sky and let our power and responsibilities separate us from the very people we were supposed to protect. No one should ever be afraid of us. For that reason, we're decommissioning the Watchtower. The energy weapon up there is already gone. We're taking down the station as well. (pause) There's more. We want to thank the members of the Justice League for your courageous service, but in the future, you'll all have to act as independent agents. We're not going to be an army anymore. As of right now, we're disbanding the Justice League. This is the end.


The Muppet Movie
Kermit: I didn't promise anybody anything. What do I know about Hollywood anyway? Just the dreams I got from sitting through too many double-features. (his own voice speaks to him) Then why did you leave the swamp in the first place? 'Cause some agent fella said I had talent. Hm. He probably says that to everybody. On the other hand, if you hadn't left the swamp, you'd be feeling pretty miserable anyhow. Yeah, but then it would just be me feelin' miserable. Now I got a lady pig, and a bear and a chicken, a dog, a thing -- whatever Gonzo is. He's a little like a turkey. Yeah, a little like a turkey. But not much. No, I guess not. (literally talking to a second-himself now) Anyhow, I brought 'em all out here into the middle of nowhere. It's all my fault. Still...whether you promised them something or not, you gotta remember they wanted to come. But that's because they believed in me. No, they believed in the dream. Well, so do I, but-- You do? Yeah! Of course I do. Well then? Well, then...I guess I was wrong when I said I never promised anyone. I promised me.

(An homage to "High Noon," Kermit walks onto main street with boots, spurs and a cowboy hat)
Kermit: All right, Hopper.
Doc Hopper: All right, frog. One last chance. You can do my TV commercials live or stuffed.
(Guns are cocked)
Kermit: Hopper, what's the matter with you? You gotta be crazy chasin' me halfway across the country. Why are you doin' this to me?
Hopper: 'Cause all my life I wanted to own a thousand frog-leg restaurants, and you're the key, greenie.
Kermit: Yeah, well, I've got a dream too. But it's about singing and dancing and making people happy. That's the kind of dream that gets better the more people you share it with. And, well, I've found a whole bunch of friends who have the same dream. And, well, it kind of makes us like a family. You have anyone like that, Hopper? I mean, once you get all those restaurants, who are you gonna share it with? Who are your friends, Doc? Those guys? ...I don't think you're a bad man, Doc. And I think if you look in your heart, you'll find you really want to let me and my friends go to follow our dream. But if that's not the kind of man you are and if what I'm saying doesn't make any sense to you, well, then, go ahead and kill me.
Hopper: (sighs, removes his hat) Alright, boys. Kill him.
(The gunmen advance as Kermit and the others gasp in terror - but then a gigantic Animal breaks through the roof of Bunsen Honeydew's lab and scares them all away)


Popeye
Poopdeck Pappy: Ah, I never seen anything like this before in me life. Talkin' to yer own fadduh like dat. Ya disobedienk brat! Yer spoiled, that's what ya are! Spoiled! Children! Children! Kids! Children! Ah, phooey! Phooey! Give 'em everythin' they want, and what do you gets in return? Nuttin! Nuttin! Nuttin! Nuttin' but heartache! Heartache, sadness, and misery! And a bad time once in a while when you try ta give 'em a bath, and they don't want it! And another bad time when you wanna do somethin' that you really wanna do, but all they wanna do is know what you wanna do! Bless their little hearts! If they were really made outta gold, I'd like ta sell 'em on the open marketplace! I could make me a fortune! Kids! Ah, they don't know what they're doin'. Kids! Dad-blast 'em, they're gonna lead ya to ruin! That's what they're gonna do, lead ya to ruin! They cry at you when they're young, they yell at ya when they're older, they borrows from ya when they're middle-aged, and they leave ya alone to die--without even payin' ya back! Children! Phooey! Give 'em everythin' they want, and what do ya get back in return? You get nothin'! Why they're just smaller versions of us, ya know, but I'm not so crazy about me in the first place--so why do I want one o' them? I ask ya...Children! Ah, children. Little children. Ya pour your heart out to 'em, you give 'em everythin' they want: give 'em candy, and a lotta toys, and what do ya get back? You get a lotta noise! "Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah! My poppa's a mean ol' man!" I'm through with children, I'm through with kids, there ain't nothin I'm never gonna do about it!


Spider-Man
Peter Parker: Who am I? You really want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale, that I was just a normal everyday guy, not a care in the world, somebody lied. But let me assure you, this story, like any story worth telling, is all about a girl. That girl. Mary-Jane Watson. The girl I loved since before I even liked girls. (we see Flash Thompson with his arm around Mary-Jane) I wish I could say that was me next to her. (we see a fat guy eating a donut) Heck, I'd even take him. (we next see Peter running along the outside of the bus) That's me.

Osborne: (The Green Goblin's voice speaking to him) Hahahahaaaa... Somebody there? Somebody... Who said that? Don't play innocent with me. You've known all along. Where are you? Follow the cold shiver running down your spine......I'm right here! (looking at his own reflection in a large mirror) I don't understand. Did you think it was coincidence. so many good things all happening for you. All for you, Norman! What do you want? TO say what you won't. To do what you can't. To remove those in your way. (Norman looks at a copy of the Daily Bugle with the news of the Goblin's rampage) The board members.. You killed them! WE killed them! We? Remember? Your little accident in the laboratory? The performance enhancers... Bingo! Me! Your greatest creation. Bringing you what you've always wanted. Power beyond your wildest dreams. And it's only the beginning. There's only one that can stop us. or imagine if he joined us.(evil laughter)

Green Goblin: Wake up little spider, wake up. No, you're not dead... yet... Just paralyzed... temporarily. You're an amazing creature, Spiderman, you and I are not so different. Well... to each his own. I chose my path, you chose the path of the hero and they found you amusing for a while, the people of this city. But the one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you. Why bother? Here's the real truth. There are eight million people in this city and those teeming masses exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptional people onto their shoulders. You and me, we're exceptional. I could squash you like a bug right now, but I'm offering you a choice. Join me. Imagine what we could accomplish together. What we could create or we could destroy. Cause the death of countless innocents in selfish battle again and again and again until we're both dead? Is that what you want? Think about it hero...


Spider-Man 2
Doctor Octopus (aka Dr. Otto Octavius): My Rosie's dead. My dream is dead. And these monstrous things should be at the bottom of the river, along with me. Something in my head. Something talking. The inhibitor chip! Gone. Rebuild? No. Peter was right. I miscalculated. I couldn't have miscalculated. It was working, wasn't it? Yes. We could rebuild. Enlarge the containment field, make it bigger, stronger than ever. But we need money. Steal it? No, no, no, I'm not a criminal. That's right. The real crime would be not to finish what we started. We'll do it here. The power of the sun in the palm of my hand. Nothing will stand in my way. Nothing!


Superman
Jor-El: He will not be alone. He will never be alone. [Kal-El is placed in the spacecraft, Jor-El also places the powerful crystal within the capsule] You will travel far, my little Kal-El. We will never leave you, even in the face of our deaths. The richness of our lives shall be yours. All that I have, all that I have learned, everything I feel, all this and more, I bequeath to you, my son. You will carry me inside you all the days of your life. You will make my strength your own, see my life through your eyes, as your life will be seen through mine. The son becomes the father, and the father, the son. This is all I - all I can send you, Kal-El.

Jor-El: My son. You do not remember me. I am Jor-El. I am your father. By now you will have reached your 18th year, as it is measured on Earth. By that reckoning, I will have been dead for many thousands of your years. The knowledge, that I have matters physical and historic, I have given you fully on your voyage, to your new home. These are important matters to be sure but, still matters of mere fact. There are questions to be asked. And it is time, for you to do so. Here in this, this fortress of solitude, we shall try to find the answers together. So my son. Speak.
Clark (Jeff East): Who am I?
Jor-El: Your name is Kal-El. You are the only survivor of the planet Krypton. Even though you have been raised, as a human being you are not one of them. You have great powers, only some of which you have, as yet discovered. Come with me now my son, as we break through the bars of your Earthly confinement, travelling through time and space... In the 6 known dimensions...Your powers, will far exceed those of mortal man...It is forbidden for you to interfere with human history. Rather let your leadership, stir others to... In this next year, we shall examine, the human heart. It is more fragile than your own... For the past 2 years...As we pass through the flaming turmoil which is the edge of your own galaxy, we will enter the realm of the red Krypton sun. Source of your strength and nourishment and, cause of our eventual destruction. The planet Krypton, my son, your home, as it was... This year, we shall examine the various concepts of immortatility, and their basis in actual fact... The total accumulation of all knowledge spanning the 28 known galaxies, is embedded in the crystals which I have sent along with you. Study them well my son, and learn from them...Over the past 12 years, we have reasoned out logical judgments...By the time we return to the confines of your galaxy, 12 of your years will have passed... For this reason among others, I have chosen Earth, for you... It is now time for you to rejoin your new world, and to serve its, collective humanity. Live as one of them Kal-El, to discover where your strength and your power are needed. But always hold in your heart the pride, of your special heritage. They can be a great people Kal-El they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you, my only son.
(Now an adult, Superman emerges from the Fortress. The crowd goes wild.)


Superman II
Jor-El: This is no fantasy. No careless product of wild imagination. No, my good friends, these indictments I have brought you today, the specific charges listed herein against the individuals, their acts of treason, their ultimate aim of sedition! These are matters of undeniable fact! I ask you now to pronounce judgment on those accused. On this, this mindless aberration, whose only means of expression are wanton violence and destruction. On the woman Ursa, whose perversions and unreasoning hatred of all mankind have threatened even the children of the planet Krypton. Finally, General Zod, once trusted by this Council. Charged with maintaining the defense of the planet Krypton itself! Chief architect of this revolution and author of this insidious plot, to establish a "New Order" amongst us, with himself as absolute ruler! You have heard the evidence! The decision of the Council will now be heard!
[A chorus of guilty verdicts follow, overlapping one another]
[General Zod addresses Jor-El as the courtroom goes dark and Jor-El slowly leaves.]
Zod (Terence Stamp): The vote must be unanimous, Jor-El. It has therefore now become your decision. You alone will condemn us if you wish, and you alone will be held responsible by me. Join us. You have been known to disagree with the Council before. Yours could become an important voice in the New Order, second only to my own! I offer you a chance for greatness, Jor-El! Take it! Join us! [Jor-El walks away without a word] You will bow down before me, Jor-El! I swear it! No matter that it takes an eternity, you will bow down before me! Both you and then one day, your heirs!


Team America: World Police
Gary: We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks! And the Film Actors' Guild!.. are pussies. And Kim Jong Il!.. is an asshole. Pussies don't like dicks!.. because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes. Assholes who just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way, but the only thing that can fuck an asshole... is a dick... with some balls. The problem with dicks is that sometimes they fuck too much, or fuck when it isn't appropriate, and it takes a pussy to show 'em that. But sometimes pussies get so full of shit that they become assholes themselves. Because pussies are only an inch and a half away from assholes. I don't know much in this crazy, crazy world, but I do know that if you don't let us fuck this asshole, we are gonna have our dicks and our pussies... all covered in shit.


Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Splinter: I too once had a family, Danny. Many years ago I lived in Japan: a pet of my master Yoshi, mimicking his movements from my cage and learning the mysterious art of Jinjitsu, for Yoshi was one of Japan's finest shadow warriors. His only rival was a man named Oroko Saki, and they competed in all things, but in nothing more fiercely than for the love of a woman, Tang Shen. Shen's love was only for my master and rather than see him fight Saki for her hand, she persuaded Yoshi to flee with me to America. But Saki vowed vengeance. I remember it well, as my master returned home to find his beloved Shen lying on the floor, and then he saw her killer. Saki wasted no words, and during the struggle, my cage was broken. I leapt to Saki's face, biting and clawing, but he threw me to the floor and took one swipe with his Katana, slicing my ear. Then he was gone, and I was alone.


V for Vendetta
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. (he carves a "V" into a sign) The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. (giggles) Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I'm quite sure they will say so.

(broadcasting from a captured TV station.)
V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War. Terror. Disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order. He promised you peace. And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words - they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek...then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament. And together, we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever, be forgot!



(disguised as William Rookwood, meeting with Inspector Finch (Stephen Rea).)
V: Our story begins, as these stories often do, with a young up-and-coming politician. He's a deeply religious man and a member of the conservative party. He's completely single-minded and has no regard for the political process. The more power he attains, the more obvious his zealotry and the more aggressive his supporters become. Eventually, his party launches a special project in the name of national security. At first, it's believed to be a search for biological weapons and is pursued without regard to its cost. However, the true goal of this project is power. Complete and total hegemonic domination. The project, however, ends violently. But the efforts of those involved are not in vain, for a new ability to wage war is born from the blood of the victims. Imagine a virus, the most terrifying virus you can, and then imagine that you and you alone have the cure. But if your ultimate goal is power, how best to use such a weapon?
It is at this point in our story that along comes a spider: He is a man seemingly without a conscience for whom the ends always justify the means, and it is he who suggests that their target should not be an enemy of the country, but rather the country itself. Three targets are chosen to maximize the effect of the attack: a school, a tube station, and a water treatment plant. Several hundred die within the first few weeks.
Fueled by the media, fear and panic spread quickly, fracturing and dividing the country until at last the true goal comes into view. Before the Saint Mary's crisis, no one would have predicted the results of the election that year, no one. And then not long after the election, lo and behold, a miracle! Some believed it was the work of God Himself, but it was a pharmaceutical company controlled by certain party members that made them all obscenely rich. A year later, several extremists are tried, found guilty and executed while a memorial is built to canonize their victims. But the end result, the true genius of the plan, was the fear. Fear became the ultimate tool of this government, and through it our politician was ultimately appointed to the newly created position of High Chancellor.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Finch: Can you prove any of this?
V: Why do you think I'm still alive?


Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
Eddie Valiant: We're supposed to be hiding. What's wrong with you?
Roger Rabbit: What's wrong with you? You're the only person in this theatre that isn't laughing. Is there nothing that can permeate your impervious puss? Hey Eddie! (Roger opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue to make a funny face, but Valiant doesn't react) Boy, nothing. What could have possibly happened to you to turn you into such a vsourpuss?
Valiant: You wanna know? I'll tell ya. A Toon killed my brother.
Roger: A Toon? No...
Valiant: That's right. A Toon. We were investigatin' a robbery of the First National Bank of Toontown. Back in those days me and Teddy liked workin' Toontown. Thought it was a lotta laughs. Anyway, this guy got away with a zillion samoullians. The trail led to a little dive down on Yockster Street. We went in, only he got the drop on us - literally. Dropped a piano on us from fifteen stories. Broke my arm. Teddy never made it. I never did find out who that guy was. All I remember was him standin' over me laughin', with those burnin' red eyes and that high squeaky voice. He disappeared into Toontown after that.
Roger: (sobbing and upset) Now I know why you hate me. If a Toon killed my brother, I'd hate me too.
Valiant: Come on, don't cry, I don't hate ya.
Roger: Yes you do.
Valiant: No I don't.
Roger: You do hate me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have yanked my ears all those times.
Valiant: Well, I'm sorry I yanked your ears.
Roger: (brightening up) All the times you yanked my ears?
Valiant: All the times I yanked your ears.
Roger (extending his hand): Apology accepted. Put'er there, pal. I feel better...


You're A Good Man Charlie Brown
Charlie Brown: I think lunchtime is about the worst time of day for me. Always having to sit here alone. Of course, sometimes, mornings aren't so pleasant either. Waking up and wondering if anyone would really miss me if I never got out of bed. Then there's the night, too. Lying there and thinking about all the stupid things I've done during the day. And all those hours in between when I do all those stupid things. Well, lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me. Well, I guess I'd better see what I've got. Peanut butter. Some psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter sandwiches are lonely...I guess they're right. And when you're really lonely, the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. There's that cute little red-headed girl eating her lunch over there. I wonder what she would do if I went over and asked her if I could sit and have lunch with her?...She'd probably laugh right in my face...it's hard on a face when it gets laughed in. There's an empty place next to her on the bench. There's no reason why I couldn't just go over and sit there. I could do that right now. All I have to do is stand up...I'm standing up!...I'm sitting down. I'm a coward. I'm so much of a coward, she wouldn't even think of looking at me. She hardly ever does look at me. In fact, I can't remember her ever looking at me. Why shouldn't she look at me? Is there any reason in the world why she shouldn't look at me? Is she so great, and I'm so small, that she can't spare one little moment?...SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!! SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!! (he puts his lunchbag over his head.) ...Lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me. If that little red-headed girl is looking at me with this stupid bag over my head she must think I'm the biggest fool alive. But, if she isn't looking at me, then maybe I could take it off quickly and she'd never notice it. On the other hand...I can't tell if she's looking, until I take it off! Then again, if I never take it off I'll never have to know if she was looking or not. On the other hand...it's very hard to breathe in here. (he removes his sack) Whew! She's not looking at me! I wonder why she never looks at me? Oh well, another lunch hour over with...only 2,863 to go.

Snoopy: (on top of doghouse, speaking over music) Here's the World One I flying ace high over France in his Sopwith Camel, searching for the infamous Red Baron! I must bring him down! Suddenly, anti-aircraft fire, 'archie' we used to called it, begins to burst beneath my plane. The Red Baron has spotted me. Nyahh, Nyahh, Nyahh! You can't hit me! (aside) Actually, tough flying aces never say 'Nyahh, Nyahh, Nyahh'. I just, ah...Drat this fog! It's bad enough having to fight the Red Baron without having to fly in weather like this! All right, Red Baron! Where are you? You can't hide forever! Ah, the sun has broken through...I can see the woods of Montsec below...and what's that? It's a Fokker triplane! Ha! I've got you this time, Red Baron (SFX: machine gun fire) Aaugh! He's diving down out of the sun! He's tricked me again! I've got to run! Come on Sopwith Camel, let's go! Go, Camel, go! I can't shake him! He's riddling my plane with bullets! (SFX: machine gun fire) Curse you, Red Baron! Curse you and your kind! Curse the evil that causes all this unhappiness! (SFX: plane engine sputtering towards silence) Here's the World War I flying ace back at the aerodrome in France, he is exhausted and yet he does not sleep, for one thought continues to burn in his mind...Someday, someday I'll get you, Red Baron!

Schroeder: I'm sorry to have to say it to your face, Lucy, but it's true. You're a very crabby person. I know your crabbiness has probably become so natural to you now that you're not even aware when you're being crabby, but it's true just the same. You're a very crabby person and you're crabby to just about everyone you meet. Now I hope you don't mind my saying this, Lucy, and I hope you're take it in the spirit that it's meant. I think we should be very open to any opportunity to learn more about ourselves. I think Socrates was very right when he said that one of the first rules for anyone in life is 'Know Thyself'. Well, I guess I've said about enough. I hope I haven't offended you or anything. (awkward exit)



---FEMALE MONOLOGUES---

101 Dalmatians
Cruella De Vil: You beasts! But I'm not beaten yet. You've won the battle, but I'm about to win the wardrobe. My spotty puppy coat is in plain sight and leaving tracks. In a moment I'll have what I came for, while all of you will end up as sausage meat, alone on some sad, plastic plate. Dead and medium red. No friends, no family, no pulse. Just slapped between two buns, smothered in onions, with fries on the side. Cruella De Vil has the last laugh!


The Dark Knight
Rachel: Dear Bruce ... I need to be honest and clear. I'm going to marry Harvey Dent. I love him, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. When I told you that if Gotham no longer needed Batman we could be together, I meant it. But now I'm sure that the day won't come when you no longer need Batman. I hope it does. And, if it does, then I will be there, but as your friend. I'm sorry to let you down. If you lose your faith in me, please, keep your faith in people. Love now, and always, Rachel.


Finding Nemo
Dory: No. No, you can't. ...STOP! Please don't go away. Please? No one's ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave...if you leave... I just, I remember things better with you! I do, look! P. Sherman, forty-two...forty-two... I remember it, I do. It's there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And...and I look at you, and I...and I'm home! Please...I don't want that to go away. I don't want to forget.


It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!
Sally Brown: I was robbed! I spent the whole night waiting for the Great Pumpkin when I could have been out for tricks or treats! Halloween is over and I missed it! You blockhead! You kept me up all night waiting for the Great Pumpkin and all that came was a beagle! I didn't get a chance to go out for tricks or treats! And it was all your fault! I'll sue! What a fool I was. And could have had candy apples and gum! And cookies and money and all sorts of things! But no, I had to listen to you! You blockhead. What a fool I was. Trick or treats come only once a year. And I miss it by sitting in a pumpkin patch with a blockhead. You owe me restitution!


Justice League
Terry McGinnis (Will Friedle): And yet my dad wound up getting murdered, anyway. Don't you get it? No matter what you did or didn't do, I was gonna end up being Bruce's carbon copy. It was fate.
Amanda Waller (CCH Pounder): You know, the Lord's been a great comfort to me all these years. Try not to look so surprised. Yeah, I've got a lot to answer for when I meet him, but I'd like to believe that for all the harm I've caused, I've also done some good. Maybe the angels need a sharp sword too. Like the Good Book says, He moves in mysterious ways. His plan is a mystery, but here's what isn't. He gave us free will. We choose our own fate, for good or ill. I've known Bruce Wayne for over fifty years, and I've been keeping an eye on you your whole life. You're not Bruce's clone, you're his son. There are similarities, mind you, but more than a few differences too. You don't quite have his magnificent brain, for instance; you do have his heart though, and for all that fierce exterior I've never met anyone who cared as deeply about his fellow man as Bruce Wayne, except maybe you. You want to have a little better life than the old man's, take care of the people who love you. Or don't. It's your choice.


Sleeping Beauty
Maleficent (Eleanor Audley): Oh come now, prince Phillip. Why so melancholy? A wondrous future lies before you. You, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true. Behold, King Stefan's castle, and in yonder topmost tower, dreaming of her true love, the princess Aurora. But see the gracious whim of fate. Why, 'tis the self same peasant maid, who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red, red rose. In ageless sleep she finds repose. The years roll by, but a hundred years to a steadfast heart are 'bout a day. And now, the gates of the dungeon part, and the prince is free to go his way. Off he rides on his noble steed... a valiant figure, straight and tall, to wake his love with love's first kiss, and prove that true love conquers all. (evil laugh) Come, my pet. Let us leave our noble prince with these happy thoughts. A most gratifying day.


Snoopy! The Musical
Sally: A 'C'? A 'C'? I got a 'C' on my coathanger sculpture? How could anyone get a 'C' in coathanger sculpture? May I ask a question? Was I judged on the piece of sculpture itself? If so, is it not true that time alone can judge a work of art? Or was I judged on my talent? If so, is it fair that I be judged on a part of my life over which I have no control? If I was judged on my effort, then I was judged unfairly, for I tried as hard as I could! Was I judged on what I had learned about this project? If so, then were not you, my teacher, also being judged on your ability to transmit your knowledge to me? Are you willing to share my 'C'? Perhaps I was being judged on the quality of coathanger itself out of which my creation was made...now is this not also unfair? Am I to be judged by the quality of coathangers that are used by the drycleaning establishment that returns our garments? Is that not the responsibility of my parents? Should they not share my 'C'? (SFX: the teachers voice is heard offstage [brief unintelligible squawk voice mixed with electronic static)) Thank you, Miss Othmar. (to audience) The squeaky wheel gets the grease! (exits)


Spider-Man II
Aunt May: He knows a hero when he sees one. Too few characters out there, flying around like that, saving old girls like me. And Lord knows, kids like Henry need a hero. Courageous, self-sacrificing people. Setting examples for all of us. Everybody loves a hero. People line up for them, cheer them, scream their names. And years later, they'll tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who taught them how to hold on a second longer. I believe there's a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams.


Superman
Lois: Can you read my mind? Do you know what it is you do to me. I don't know who you are. Just a friend from another star. Here I am like a kid out of school. Holding hands with a god. I'm a fool. Will you look at me, quivering, like a little girl, shivering. You can see right through me. Can you read my mind? Can you picture the things I am thinking of. Wondering why you are. All the wonderful things you are? You can fly. You belong to the sky. You and I can belong to each other. If you need a friend, I'm the one to fly to. If you need to be loved, here I am. Read my mind.


Tarzan
Jane: Oh , oh my goodness... Daddy I was walking! With little baby, little baby monkey, and I drew a picture. Suddenly monkey starts crying. But I turned around and there's a whole fleet of them. There's an army of monkeys a huge tree full of them, Screaming at me: ooh ooh eee eee, ahh ahh Terrified, I was, terrified. Suddenly I was swinging in the vines up in the air. Swinging, flying, I was in the air. And I'm all surrounded... And Daddy they took my boot! And I was saved, I was saved by a flying wildman in a loincloth!


V for Vendetta
Evey: "Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, / The Gunpowder Treason and Plot... / I know of no reason / Why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot..." But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in his 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.

Valerie: I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don't think I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write and, God, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain. I passed my Eleven Plus and went to girls' grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists, they were beautiful. I thought we would love each other for ever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn't.
In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch we are free.
I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, The Salt Flats. It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life. But America's war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London. After that, there were no roses anymore, not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change; how unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening, while things like "Norsefire" and the "Articles of Allegiance" became powerful. I remember how "different" became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologised to no-one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch but one. An inch - it is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie.

Delia Surridge: May 23rd: My first batch of subjects arrived today and I have to admit that I'm very excited. This could be the dawn of a new age. Nuclear power is meaningless in a world where a virus can kill an entire population and leave its wealth intact.
May 27th: Commander Prothero toured the lab with a priest, Father Lilliman, who I was told is here to monitor for Rules and Rights violations. It made me nervous, but afterwards the Commander assured me there wouldn't be a problem.
June 2nd: I keep wondering, if these people knew how they might be helping their country, if they would act any differently. They're so weak and pathetic. They never look you in the eye. I find myself hating them.
August the 18th: Of the original four dozen, over 75 percent are now deceased. No controllable pattern has yet emerged.
September the 18th: There is one case that continues to give me hope. He exhibits none of the immune system pathologies that the other subjects developed. I've discovered several cellular anomalies in his blood that I've been unable to categorise. The mutations seem to have triggered the abnormal development of basic kinesthesia and reflexes. The subject said he could no longer remember who he was or where he was from. Whoever he was, he is now the key to our dream and the hope that all of this will not have been in vain.
November the 5th: It started last night, around midnight. The first explosions tore open the entire medical section. All my work, gone. I was trying to understand how it could've happened when I saw him, the man from room five. He looked at me, not with eyes, there were no eyes, but I know he was looking at me because I felt it. Oh, God, what have I done?


X-Men: The Last Stand
Ororo Munroe/Storm: We live in an age of darkness. A world full of fear, hate and intolerance. But in every age, there are those who fight against it. Charles Xavier was born into a world divided. A world he tried to heal. A mission he never saw accomplished. It seems it's the destiny of great men to see their goals unfulfilled. Charles was more than a leader, more than a teacher. He was a friend. When we were afraid, he gave us strength. When we were alone, he gave us a family. He may be gone, but his teachings live on through us. His students. Wherever we may go, we must carry on his vision. And that is a vision of a world united.