Super (I) (2010)
Jacques: What are you gonna do? you gonna execute me for my sins? Don't think you're better than me, you fucking psycho. You fucking almost killed people for butting into line.
Frank D'Arbo: [Interrupts] You don't butt in line! You don't sell drugs! You don't molest little children! You don't profit on the misery of others! The rules were set a long time ago. They don't change.
Jacques: You really think that killing me, stabbing me to death is gonna change the world?
Frank D'Arbo: I can't know that for sure... unless I try.
Frank D'Arbo: You don't butt in line! You don't sell drugs! You don't molest little children! You don't profit off the misery of others! The rules were set a long time ago! They don't change!
Libby: You tell everyone you know! That anytime some stupid fucking bastard wants to commit some gay ass crime that Crimson Bolt and Boltie are gonna be there to crush their little fucking evil heads in!
Frank D'Arbo: Maybe you need to be bored sometimes.
Libby: You don't see them bored in comic books.
Frank D'Arbo: That's what happens in between the panels.
Libby: Wow, in between the panels! Is that where we are right now?
Libby: We could do anything here.
Frank D'Arbo: I kind of think happiness is over-rated. People spend their whole lives chasing it, like it's the most important thing in the world. Happy people are kind of arrogant.
Jacques: You really think that killing me... stabbing me to death is going to change the world?
Frank D'Arbo: I can't know that for sure, unless I try.
Libby: Batman had Robin. The original Human Torch had Toro. The Flash had Kid Flash. I could be your kid sidekick!
Frank D'Arbo: [Praying] God, please guide me. Tell me what to do. I hate you god!... I'm sorry I said that. It just seems so unfair god. Other people have goodness, they have good things, they have love and tenderness, people who care about their lives. Not humiliated at every turn. Other people have things god, even the starving children in Africa, even their parents love them. Why was I so unlucky, to have my soul born into this disgusting me? This ugly face, this hair, this hair that doesn't comb, and this dumb idiotic personality?
Frank D'Arbo: Other people stare at me god, I can tell. They are amazed at how something so stupid and idiotic can even exist! Why am I that? Please. God. I just want this one thing, I'll ask for one thing, I'll never ask for anything ever again. Please. Let Sarah be my Sarah again.
Frank D'Arbo: [Last lines] So maybe you think something's wrong with me. Maybe you thought I was gonna learn what Jacques said was true. That I was deluded. That I was as evil as the rest of them. But maybe you're the one that needs to learn something. I know how it looks. But sometimes how it looks, and how it is, are two different things. The truth was in my heart. I followed it. And I saved Sarah. She stayed with me a couple months. They were not bad times. Though they were most likely out of Sarah's sense of obligation. But one morning, she moved on. I thought it was me at the time, that I was the chosen one. But it was Sarah, all along. And that's why I needed to save her. She needed to finish school, to study anthropology, because Sarah knows something about people. She needed to go back to her meetings, where she had insights that struck others uniquely. And sometimes she needed to have nightmares of those ugly times at Jacques' ranch. Because a kind man, a man who was good and didn't know it, needed to learn how to comfort someone. And maybe, most of all Sarah needed to have Patrick, and Trevor, and Laura, and Joy. Four children who probably wouldn't be at all if Libby and I hadn't gone to Jacques' ranch that night. Maybe, if all of us are lucky, they're the ones who are gonna change the world. And me? Well I got that rabbit after all. That, and something much more.
Jacques: Alright, pal. Haven't I been nice to you? I mean I've been nice, right? I complimented your cooking. You don't know who I am, so I'm gonna give you one last warning. Out of the fucking kindness of my fucking heart don't
Jacques: fucking touch my car again.
Frank D'Arbo: [Into tape recorder] Crimson Bolt's journal, night two. There was no crime last night. I did however see a few suspicious characters, who might have been planning something for toni...
Frank D'Arbo: Hold on!
[Runs around corner and out of sight. Returns a few moments later]
Frank D'Arbo: [Into tape recorder] It was just a box, the wind was pushing it down the street.
Frank D'Arbo: I've had two perfect moments in my life. The first is when I married Sarah. The other, I was downtown.
[purse snatcher runs past]
Frank D'Arbo: He went in there, officer.
Frank D'Arbo: Two perfect moments, which offset a life of pain.
[getting spanked as a child]
Sarah Helgeland: What are those?
Frank D'Arbo: I'll wake up and see these first thing every morning. My perfect moments. They can inform my day. Set me in the right direction.
Sarah Helgeland: The hands are a little big, don't you think sweetheart?
Frank D'Arbo: [shouting] How am I supposed to tell crime to shut up if I have to shut up?
Frank D'Arbo: Hello, I'm a college student and I'm doing a report on where to buy drugs. The streets where, uh, all the drug dealers are.
Libby: Frank, what! I didn't know I wasn't supposed to kill him. I mean, I'm just learning, you have to teach me these things.
Libby: Actually, the guy's kinda got a point. I mean, I wonder all the time why no-one's never just stood up and become a real superhero.
Hamilton: You got to forget about that bitch. She's a fucking whore. She sucked more dick than my brother Victor and you saw that faggot come in here once with a cum worm on his beard. He didn't even know it was there. How you don't know someone jizzed in your face?
The Holy Avenger: All it takes to become a superhero is the choice to fight evil.
Libby: I'm Libby, by the way. And don't go making some joke about "Libby's on the label", 'cuz it just pisses me off. What's your name.
Frank D'Arbo: Frank.
Libby: [childishly forced laugh] Oh, I hope you'll be *frank* with me. I hope you'll continue to be frank in all of our future discussions.
Frank D'Arbo: [as The Crimson Bolt] Don't Molest Children!
Frank Sr.: Would God have pictures of Heather Locklear in HIS closet, Frank?