Alia Atreides: Mother, what's happening?
Jessica: Your brother attacks the great houses. The holy war begins!
Stilgar: 38 million decaliters. None of us, even dying of thirst, would drink this water. This is sacred.
Jessica: So many souls.
Paul Atreides: Look how your Bene Gesserit propaganda has taken root. Some of them already think I'm their messiah. Others... false prophet. I must sway the non-believers. If we get enough of them to support us, we can halt spice production. It's the only way I can get to the Emperor.
Jessica: Your father didn't believe in revenge.
Paul Atreides: Yeah well, I do.
Jessica: You chose the wrong side.
Reverend Mother Mohiam: You of all people should know, there are no sides, Reverend Mother.
Miranda North: I know what I feel is not rational, not scientific. I feel hate. I feel pure fucking hate for that thing.
August Walker: Hope is not a strategy.
Ilsa Faust: Oh you're new.
Benji Dunn: How close were we?
Ethan Hunt: The usual.
Ilsa Faust: Usual?!
Ethan Hunt: Please, don't make me laugh.
Ilsa Faust: What the hell is he doing?
Benji Dunn: I find it best not to look.
Mae: Maybe memory fades for a reason. If we just dwelled on the bad things in the past, we'd never get over them. And if we just dwelled on the good, we might never match it again.
Mae: Don't say always. Always makes promises it can't keep.
Mae: Men are strange, aren't they? They don't see what's right in front of them.
