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Robert Langdon: The Illuminati did not become violent until the 17th Century. Their name means 'The Enlightened Ones'. They were physicists, mathematicians, astronomers. In the 1500's they started meeting in secret, because they were concerned about the church's inaccurate teachings. They were dedicated to scientific truth. And the Vatican didn't like that. So the church began to, how did you say it? Oh, hunt them down and kill them.

Richter: You said they'd be killed publicly.

Robert Langdon: Yes, revenge. For La Purga.

Richter: La Purga?

Robert Langdon: Oh geez, you guys don't even read your own history do you? 1668, the church kidnapped four Illuminati scientists and branded each one of them on the chest with the symbol of the cross. To 'purge' them of their sins and they executed them, threw their bodies in the street as a warning to others to stop questioning church ruling on scientific matters. They radicalized them. The Purga created a darker, more violent Illuminati, one bent on... on retribution.

Robert Langdon: I need access to the Vatican Archives.

Richter: Access to the Archives is only by written decree by the Holy Father.

Robert Langdon: Fellas, you called me.

Jim Lovell: Houston, we have a problem.

Marilyn Lovell: Naturally, it's 13. Why 13?

Jim Lovell: It comes after 12, hon.

Fred Haise: It hurts when I urinate.

Jim Lovell: Well, you're not getting enough water.

Fred Haise: No, I'm drinkin' my rations, same as you... I think old Swigert gave me the clap. Been pissin' in my relief tube.

Jim Lovell: Well, that'd be a hot one at the debriefing for the flight surgeons... Another first for America's spacemen.

Billy: Here, take this. [Hands Josh a handful of money.]

Josh: Billy, where did you get this?

Billy: From my dad's top drawer.

Josh: You stole money from your father?

Billy: It's his emergency money.

Josh: Jesus, Billy.

Billy: Well what do you call this?

Forrest Gump: Momma always said, life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.

Mrs Blue: Are you crazy? Or just plain stupid?

Forrest Gump: Stupid is as stupid does, ma'm.

Mrs Blue: I guessed.

Forrest Gump: I may not be a smart man, but I know what love is.

Lt. Dan: Gump, Have you found Jesus?

Forrest Gump: I didn't know I was suppose to be looking for him, sir.

Drill Sergeant: Why did you put that gun together so fast, Private?

Forrest Gump: Because you told me to, Drill Sergeant!

Private Caparzo: Captain, the decent thing to do would be take her over to the next town.

Captain John Miller: We're not here to do the decent thing, we're here to follow f*cking orders!

Cpt. Miller: I'll see you on the beach!

Private Reiben: I got a bad feeling about this one.

Captain Miller: When was the last time you felt good about anything?

Captain Miller: He better be worth it. He better go home and cure a disease, or invent a longer-lasting light bulb.

Captain Miller: It's like finding a needle in a stack of needles.

Woody: You are a TOY!

Buzz: You are a sad, strange little man. You have my pity.

Buzz: I've set my laser from stun to kill.

Woody: Oh, great. If anyone attacks we can blink em' to death.

Woody: Wait a minute, I just lit a rocket... Rockets explode!

Woody: What chance does a toy like me have against a Buzz Lightyear action figure?

Woody: Hey, Buzz! You're flying!

Buzz: This isn't flying, this is falling with style!

Woody: I have no choice, Buzz. This is my only chance.

Buzz Lightyear: To do what? Watch kids from behind glass and never be loved again? Some life.

Woody: You're right, Prospector. I can't stop Andy from growing up... but I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Soldier: Let's face it. When the trash bags come out, we army guys are the first to go.

Buzz Lightyear: Trash bags?

Woody: Who said anything about trash bags?

Sergeant: It has been an honor serving with you. Good luck, folks.

Soldier: You're gonna need it!

Woody: You'll be okay in the attic?

Jessie: Of course I will... Besides, I know about Buzz's Spanish Mode.

Buzz Lightyear: My what?