Æon Flux (1991– )
Trevor Goodchild: The dream to awaken our world...
Æon Flux: You're out of control.
Trevor Goodchild: I take control! Whose side are you on?
Æon Flux: I take no side...
Trevor Goodchild: You're skating the edge.
Æon Flux: I am the edge!
Trevor Goodchild: What you *truly* want, only I can give.
Æon Flux: You can't give it, can't even buy it, and you just don't *get* it.
Trevor: That's the funny thing about memories, we are only what we remember of ourselves.
Trevor Goodchild: That which does not kill us, makes us stranger.
Trevor Goodchild: [opening lines of original 'first' episode, "The Demiurge"] Light, in the absence of eyes, illuminates nothing. Visible forms are not inherent in the world, but are granted by the act of seeing. Though the world and events do exist independent of mind, they obtain of no meaning in themselves: none that the mind is not guilty of imposing on them. I bid my people follow, and like all good equations, they follow; for full endowment of purpose, they do submit - in turn, they resign me to a role inhuman, impossible, and unaccountable. But I can no longer stand the sleepless nights... I think I am learning to love the Demiurge.
Trevor Goodchild: *You*! You drove it out! - All right, you got it, you got what you wanted. So you answer to no-one...
[Aeon points her gun at him]
Trevor Goodchild: Are you out of your mind?
Æon Flux: The only reason I don't shoot you has nothing to do with duty or principle. It's simply a matter of knowing who I am.
Trevor Goodchild: Is *that* why you won't look at It
Trevor Goodchild: , why you can't barely gaze? Because you've done terrible things. And then there are the transgressions you never even knew you'd committed. Those are the worst, because those you can never forget. All you can do is suspect...
Æon Flux: I'm not in the habit of arguing about the color of red herrings!
Trevor Goodchild: Don't be selfish, Aeon. Think about *me* for a change.
Trevor Goodchild: We are not what we remember of ourselves. We can undo only what others have already forgotten. Learn from your mistakes, so that one day you can repeat them precisely.
Trevor Goodchild: The unobserved state is a fog of probabilities, a window of and for error. The watcher observes, the fog collapses, an event resolves. A theory becomes a fact... What is the truth? Tell me, if you know. And I will not believe you. Things are never what they seem. Clean gloves hide dirty hands - and mine are dirtier than most... Without truth, there can be no justice. Justice will be done!
Trevor: Ask yourself, can you give yourself your own evil and your own good?
Æon Flux: Don't make the mistake of fencing with me, I know who I am and what I am still capable of.
Breen Citizen: You're not a Breen.
Aeon: You do not exist.
Aeon: Blink once, you're dead. Blink twice, you're buried. Understand? Now unpack yourself.
Interviewer: Many people hate you and would like to see you dead. How does that make you feel?
Trevor Goodchild: [chuckles] Those people should get to know me a little better. Then they'd know I don't indulge in feelings.
Trevor Goodchild: [on Bambara] This is what happens when a good deal of intelligence is invested in ignorance, when the need for illusion is deep.
Bambara: Piss off, ponce!
Trevor Goodchild: Now key her up and throw away the lock.
Trevor Goodchild: Smells trigger memories, Emon. I can smell Aeon now - leather... hazelnuts... gunpowder... sex.
Æon Flux: Fine to play with my feelings, but you are involving innocent people, Trevor! What are you doing to that poor girl!
Trevor: One wish, and it's yours.
Trevor: Just no heads on plates. I'm going to get a drink, would you like one?
Cybil: No, no thank you.
Trevor: Right, that would have been it you know.
Æon Flux: What are you doing here?
Scafandra: He stole a sample of me. I can't let him make a copy of me.
Æon Flux: It's OK, I've taken care of it. The last thing I want is another one of you.
Hostess Judy: Inks! Minks! The old witch winks, that fat beings to fry! No body home but Jumping Joan, father, mother and I! Sticks! Stocks! Stone Dead! Blind men can't see! Every knave will have a slave, you or I must be he!
Æon Flux: Do you have the Bliss pellets?
Rordy: Only if your idea of bliss is to forget everything about yourself: your favorite color! your lover!
Child: What the flame does not consume, consumes the flame.
Breen Citizen: Cold meat, mutton pies. Tell me when your mother dies, I'll be there to bury her.
Trevor: But now that I have you in my custody, I may do with you what I please.
Aeon: I thought you already had.
Trevor: I have, I had, I will, I did - don't I? Isn't that right, hostess Judy?
Bambara: You're nothing but a dirty carbuncle, festering in the corner!... No need to get uptight people, I was merely making an observation.
Bambara: You made me cut off my left arm and give it to a little boy! She tried to kill me!... Piss off!
Trevor: Oh, the flesh will be tearing at the opera house tonight.
Trevor's Twin Girls: Nothing like a little judicious levity, I always say.
Trevor: The will to evil is like an iron in a forge, there is only one way to shape it right - with a conscience which is the fire!
[after giving his arm to the little boy]
I'll never forget you,
[Trevor has Aeon pinned to the ground]
Trevor Goodchild: You shot Rubio, and not me. Now, why is that?
Æon Flux: Trevor, don't trouble me with your thin smile.
[she flips them so that she is on top]
Trevor Goodchild: Stop! There's a pain... in my back!
Æon Flux: Can you describe it, in words?
Trevor Goodchild: What?
Æon Flux: I want you to tell me about the pain.
Trevor Goodchild: Sharp... stabbing... piercing...
Æon Flux: You're telling me nothing.
Trevor Goodchild: It feels... ugh!... .like a nail, twisting into my spine.
Æon Flux: Yes. But there is no nail.
Trevor Goodchild: No.
Æon Flux: So there is no pain.
Celia: Please, tell me what you know!
Æon Flux: We won. We must have been right.
Celia: You *know* something! Tell me what you know.
Æon Flux: What I know? He said the light was beautiful. Yes, it was. No use, see, because the truth isn't even pretty. What else?... oh, right. Love isn't the answer, it's the problem.
Trevor Goodchild: A dream can seem to last for hours, and yet I awaken to find I have been sleeping only for a few minutes. The Habitat was my dream, and soon it will be gone. Bargeld could save it, but he is dying. I could save Aeon, but she will not come. Who will save me?
[Trevor is waiting for Aeon as the building they're in literally melts around them]
Trevor Goodchild: If she isn't here by now... They say cats always land on their feet, but at this point there's really no floor.
Trevor Goodchild: When will you give up, Aeon?
[he hands her a gun]
Trevor Goodchild: Here. Go ahead. Kill me, if that's what you want. You can't do it.
Æon Flux: You think you know what I'm doing so obviously you don't. What I have in mind for you is much worse.
Æon Flux: [to Trevor] The only reason I don't shoot you isn't because of any duty or principle, it's simply a matter of knowing who I am.
Gildemere: I'm staggered by the complexity of these documents, sir. I've spent many hours trying to crack the code.
Clavius: ...What didn't you understand?
Gildemere: I think I have a handle on some of it. For example, the Mile-High Jellyfish, that's the upper house of Parliament. Am I right?
Gildemere: And the Flying Saucer Men, that's the Ministry of Justice?
Clavius: No, the flying saucer men are the flying saucer men! NARZAC. Area 66. The Global Empire!... What level ARE you?
[Gildemere is speechless]
Clavius: We're men of peace, so we'll attack. Deploy the orbital jellyfish... next, the expulsion of all foreign particles...
[sits down to computer console]
Gildemere: You're mad... You're insane!
[Clavius punches him]
Clavius: Shut up, Mother!
Trevor Goodchild: It's my fault. They came here to see me.
Æon Flux: Your ego is staggering. What's this got to do with you?
Trevor Goodchild: These creatures have died from exposure to Aldus-B. Somehow, it shot from the satellite to their planet.
Æon Flux: Nice going, Trevor. Making friends all over the universe.
Bambara: Hi, my name is Bambara. I'm a 36-year-old Virgo and a former killer, whose hobbies include: performing recreational autopsies, defecating, and drinking rum. I've recently been given a conscience, and would very much like to help you.
Trevor Goodchild: Sybil, I already know about Aeon's C-Section.