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: I only know you got the wrong man. Jack Lint
: Information Transit got the wrong man. I got the *right* man. The wrong one was delivered to me as the right man, I accepted him on good faith as the right man. Was I wrong?
: Excuse me, Dawson, can you put me through to Mr. Helpmann's office? Dawson
: I'm afraid I can't sir. You have to go through the proper channels. Sam Lowry
: And you can't tell me what the proper channels are, because that's classified information? Dawson
: I'm glad to see the Ministry's continuing its tradition of recruiting the brightest and best, sir. Sam Lowry
: Thank you, Dawson.
: Give my best to Alison and the twins. Jack Lint
: Triplets. Sam Lowry
: Triplets? My how time flies
: Bloody paperwork. Huh! Sam Lowry
: I suppose one has to expect a certain amount. Harry Tuttle
: Why? I came into this game for the action, the excitement. Go anywhere, travel light, get in, get out, wherever there's trouble, a man alone. Now they got the whole country sectioned off, you can't make a move without a form.
: Tuttle! Harry Tuttle
: Call me Harry!
: Yes... No... I don't know. I don't know what I want.
: My name's Lowry. Sam Lowry. I've been told to report to Mr. Warrenn. Porter - Information Retrieval
: Thirtieth floor, sir. You're expected. Sam Lowry
: Um... don't you want to search me? Porter - Information Retrieval
: No sir. Sam Lowry
: Do you want to see my ID? Porter - Information Retrieval
: No need, sir. Sam Lowry
: But I could be anybody. Porter - Information Retrieval
: No you couldn't sir. This is Information Retrieval.
: Mr. Helpmann, I'm keen to get into Information Retrieval. Mr. Helpmann, I'm dying to get at this woman... no, no, no.
: Yes, I always used to wonder if she wore falsies. False ears...
: Sorry, I'm a bit of a stickler for paperwork. Where would we be if we didn't follow the correct procedures?
: I assure you, Mrs. Buttle, the Ministry is very scrupulous about following up and eradicating any error. If you have any complaints which you'd like to make, I'd be more than happy to send you the appropriate forms.
: Are you alright? Jill Layton
: Yeah. Sam Lowry
: Well, you don't deserve to be!
: Is that one of your triplets? Jack Lint
: Yeah, probably.
: Can you fix it? Harry Tuttle
: No, I can't. But I can bypass it with one of these.
[Holds up a bizarre device
: [dancing wildly, while singing in an absurdly high soprano
] A-a-a-a-a-a-A-a-a-a-a-a-a-A-a-a-a-a-a-a-A-A! Mrs Ida Lowry requests the pleasure of your COMPANYYYY! At her APARTMENT TONIIIIGHTT! For eight thirtee-EE-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-EE, to MIDNIGHTTT! To celebrate the completion of her recent cosmetic SURGERYYY! E-e-e-e-e-e-E-e-e-e-e-e-E! wwwWWAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!
[very long pause, Sam glances around nervously
] Sam Lowry
: ummm... Thanks. Telegram Girl
: It's reply paid. Sam Lowry
: Is it?
[telegram girl nods
] Sam Lowry
: oh... um... two, three,
] Sam Lowry
: Mother, I sorry that I am unable to come to your parrrttty... Telegram Girl
: You DON'T have to sing it! Sam Lowry
: I don't?
: [about his wife's cosmetic surgery
] Remember how they used to stick out? Sam Lowry
: Oh, um yes. I always used to wonder if they were real. Alison
: My ears?
[Lime blows the dust from the keyboard, then presses a key. waits for something to happen
: [worried and somewhat frustrated
] Sod it, it's broken! Sam Lowry
: You haven't switched it on.
[presses a key, the computer starts
: Oh, yes.
[looks at Sam, waiting for him to say something
] Look, you're putting me off, standing there. Why don't you go back to your office and I'll give you a knock when I finish?
: [on Buttle
] You see? The population census has got him down as "dormanted." Uh, the Central Collective Storehouse computer has got him down as "deleted." Sam Lowry
: Hang on.
[goes to a computer terminal
: Information Retrieval has got him down as "inoperative." And there's another one - security has got him down as "excised." Administration has got him down as "completed." Sam Lowry
: He's dead.
Mrs. Ida Lowry
: Sam! Can't you do something about these terrorists? Sam Lowry
: It's my lunch hour. Besides, it's not my department.
: So you don't trust me?