AM1.

Seinfeld (Season 3 – The Subway) Be Comfortable
written by Larry Charles

(112)

George: 'Make yourself comfortable'. Make myself comfortable. What does that mean? Does
she want me to take my clothes off? Is she taking her clothes off? What if I take my
clothes off and she still has hers on? Then I really look like an idiot. She could get
offended and leave. So maybe I should leave them on, but what then if she takes hers off?
Then she'll feel humiliated. 'Make yourself comfortable'. I got this unbelievable woman
and this 'comfortable'-thing can ruin me. I got it! I take my shoes off and sit on the bed.
There, that's comfortable. She can't accuse me being uncomfortable. Gotta tell you, I'm
pretty comfortable.

AM2. The Empire Strikes Back
(114)
written by Lawrence Kasdan & Leigh Brackett, story by George Lucas
Yoda: You can’t? So certain are you. Always with you it cannot be done. Hear you nothing that I
say? It's too big? Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm?
Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life
creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we,
not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; between you, me, the tree, the
rock, everywhere. Yes, even between the land and the ship. Try not. Do, or do not. There
is no try. Much to learn, you still have.

AM3. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
written by Steven Kloves, from the novel by J.K. Rowling

(120)

Prof. Snape: There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As
such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is
potion making. However, for those select few who possess the pre-disposition, I can
teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses; I can tell you how to bottle
fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have
come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel comfortable
enough to not pay attention. Mr. Potter, our new celebrity. Which one of you can tell me
the difference between an animagus and a werewolf? No one? How disappointing.

AM4. The Lost Weekend
(122)
written by Charles Brackett & Billy Wilder, from the novel by Charles R. Jackson
Don: It shrinks my liver, doesn't it? It pickles my kidneys, yes. But what does it do to my
mind? It tosses the sandbags overboard so the balloon can soar. Suddenly, I'm above the
ordinary. I'm competent, supremely competent. I'm walking a tightrope over Niagara
Falls. I'm one of the great ones. I'm Michelangelo, molding the beard of Moses. I'm Van
Gogh, painting pure sunlight. I'm Horowitz, playing the Emperor Concerto. I'm John
Barrymore before the movies got him by the throat. I'm Jesse James and his two brothers
- all three of 'em. I'm W. Shakespeare. And out there it's not Third Avenue any longer - it's
the Nile, Nat - the Nile - and down it moves the barge of Cleopatra.

AM5. Field of Dreams
written by Phil Alden Robinson; novel by W.P Kinsella

(129)

"Moonlight" Graham: Well, you know I never got to bat in the major leagues. I'd like to
have my chance just once, to stare down a big league pitcher, to stare him down and just
as he goes into his wind-up, wink, make him think you know something he doesn't. That's
what I wish. A chance to squint at the sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it.
To feel the tingle in your arms as you connect with the ball, to run the bases, stretch a
double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's
my wish, Ray Kinsella, that's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the
moonlight to make this dream come true?

AM6. Blade Runner
(130)
written by Hampton Fancher and David Peoples, from the novel by Philip K. Dick
Batty: Death… Now it's my turn… I'm gonna give you a few seconds before I come. One,
Two… Three, Four…. I'm coming… Four, five. How to stay alive… I can see you! Six!
Seven! Go to Hell or go to Heaven! I've done... questionable things. Nothing the God of
biomechanics wouldn't let you into heaven for. Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it?
That's what it is to be a slave. Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled around their
shoulders... burning with the fires of Orc. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near
the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

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