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I made him a happy man, I made him feel like a Samaritan. There's no such thing as a lie, there's only the expedient exaggeration. Games? Must we? Not that I mind a slight case of abduction now and then but I have tickets to the theatre this evening. With such expert play-acting, you make this very room a theatre. Have you met our distinguished guest? He's a well-tailored one, isn't he? My secretary is a great admirer of your methods, Mr Kaplan. Elusiveness, however misguided. I know you're a man of many names, but I'm perfectly willing to accept your current choice. So obviously, your friends picked up the wrong package when they bundled me out here in the car. Naturally, I don't expect to get this for nothing. Don't misunderstand me, I don't really expect you to fall in with this suggestion. But the least I can do is afford you the opportunity of surviving the evening. This is not going to lead to a very happy conclusion So you see, there's very little sense in maintaining this fiction, that you're deceiving us any more than we're deceiving you. Nothing. I'll just take a quick ride back to town. But first, a libation. I've had enough stimulation for one day. I always understood you were a pretty shrewd fellow at your job. What possessed you to come blundering in here like this? Could it be an overpowering interest in art? Yes. The art of survival. Well, have you poured any good drunks lately? I didn't realize you were an art collector. I thought you collected corpses. Has anyone ever told you that you overplay your various roles rather severely? -First, you were the outraged Madison Avenue man who claims he's been mistaken for someone else. -Then, you play the fugitive from justice, supposedly trying to clear his name of a crime he knows he didn't commit. -Now you pay the peevish lover, stung by jealousy and betrayal. -It seems you fellows could stand little less training from the FBI and little more from the Actors studio. -Apparently, the only performance that'll satisfy you is when I play dead - you're very next role. You'll be quite convincing, I assure you. -I wonder what subtle form manslaughter is next on the program. -Am I to be dropped into a vat of molten steel and become part of a new skyscraper? -Or are you going to ask this female to kiss me again and poison me to death? We're all in the same alphabet soup. I don't think I pitched it.

Lesson learnt: 1. Never let your life revolve around women Women should never be a goal in your life, only a source of pleasure. 2. Impressions can be changed: Images you have about people will change Nick Callaway's line - you can't repeat the past, to which Gatsby insists he can. 3. Being rich will not change who you are inside Writing brought you solace. It's amazing to Gatsby the things that he could do to make the love of his life happy, collect clippings, saving her letters It was vaguely ludicrous of Daisy to let Gatsby down and having reconciled with her husband Tom again. I didn't like the part where the police pinned everything on Gatsby. Tom and Daisy were careless people and they didn't pay their last respects to Gatsby. I was entirely disappointed by the conclusion of this film his death, and she not turning up to his funeral, being such a pompous know nothing women and almost none of his acquaintance ever showing fup to his funeral though Nick implored everybody.

The second you're about to dismiss something, think about it. The Method Actor's finest performances in the film are the scene which he interrogates the 18-year-old boy in his school. Al Pacino seems to be very active even when he was in his 60's, the wooden log chase with Robbin Williams and the face to face interaction with him both on the Ferry where Robin takes a Wild card and also the one in the interrogation room. The direction of Christopher Nolan was the best, although I read he rewrote the entire script. The location that they chose for every scene, was beautiful and outstanding It's all about small stuff. You know, small lies, small mistakes. People give themselves away same in misdemeanors as they do in murder cases. It's just human nature. The second you're about to dismiss something, think about it. Look at it again. Under pressure, you don't always see the wood for the trees. A good cop can't sleep because a piece of the puzzle's missing and a bad cop can't sleep because his conscience won't let him. You don't get to pick when you tell the truth. The truth is beyond that. So the end justifies the means. I guess it's about what you thought was right at the time. Then, what you're willing to live with.

Absolute cleanliness, that's what I demand from the people around me. Sorry. I suppose that was obvious. But you know how mothers are. Anxious to become mothers-in-law, I should think. And by some extraordinary coincidence, he's waiting in your office to see me. I'm shattered. My world is toppling. What is the point of being a general when corporals prefer to be corporals? Oh, no, don't thank me, wait until I've thanked you. We're building a new world order, and women should not be exempt from playing their part. It's always disagreeable when the cat gets back to find the mice have been playing. We could, of course, distract the cat by suggesting that he take a few days off to play a little too. Making up one's mind is one thing, speaking it is another. Patience is one of the few virtues that I possess. I hope you're nor allergic to dust. Old crimes, colonel. They generate a good deal of dust. Unsolved crimes. The dust has settled. We can always unsettle it. One of them is a murderer. Only one. But murder is the occupation of generals. Then let's say what is admirable on the large scale is monstrous on the small. Since we must give medals to mass murderers, let us try to give justice to the small entrepreneur. Nicely put. Does the general drink? Like a sponge, only he never shows it. That's why I think it best for everybody if I appear neutral and bide my time. Don't force me to break my neck by jumping the fence, when I can stay usefully alive by sitting on it. Tell me, corporal, are the sights of Paris confined to those which stimulate the intellect and stomach? Then we must be thorough. All we need is two ballet girls to complete the decor. Sex and great cuisine do not mix. Either one or the other. Today it is the other. If the plot succeeds, I should be able to confess that I've always preferred Burgundy to Rhine wine. When things were going well, the generals enjoyed the war quite as much as Hitler. Now that we're losing, they want to save their own skins. You've been a satisfactory orderly and companion. Pay the bill and leave an adequate tip. I seem to spend more time waiting for baggage than traveling.

In ancient times, the land lay covered in forests, where, from ages long past, dwelt the spirits of the gods. Back then, man and beast lived in harmony, but as time went by, most of the great forests were destroyed. Those that remained were guarded by gigantic beasts who owed their allegiance to the Great Forest Spirit, for those were the days of the gods and demons. He had some kind of poison inside him, driving him mad, a poisonous hatred that consumed his heart and flesh and turned him into a demon monster. It's your fate to go there and see what you can see with eyes unclouded by hate. Nago. The gigantic boar god. He used to rule this whole forest. WE couldn't even get near the mountains with him around. See the iron in the sand under this town had all been dugout. Then we tried to get at the iron under the mountain, but Nago wasn't gonna stand for that. The problem was before we could dig for the iron, we had to clear away the forest, and that's what made the boar angry. To see with eyes unclouded by hate. First, you steal the boar's forest from him and then transform him into a demon. Now you're making deadlier weapons! How much hatred and pain do you think we need? Help me kill the Forest Spirit, Ashitaka. Kill the very heart of the forest? Without that ancient god the animals here would be nothing but dumb beasts once more. When the forest has been cleared and the wolves wiped out, this desolated place will be the richest land in the world, and Princess Mononoke will become human. Princess of the spirits of ghouls, beasts, and ancient gods. The wolf stole her soul and now she lives to kill me. The legends say the blood of the Great Forest's spirit can heal anything. Perhaps it could cure my poor lepers. Might even be able to lift your curse, Ashitaka. The legends tell us that when day becomes night, the forest spirit turns into the Nightwalker, and at sunrise, it changes back.