They Live (1988)
Nada: I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass... and I'm all out of bubblegum.
[Dollar Note with subliminal message]: THIS IS YOUR GOD
Frank: I've walked a white line my entire life, I'm not about to screw that up.
Nada: White line's in the middle of the road, that's the worst place to drive.
Nada: You know, you look like your head fell in the cheese dip back in 1957.
Bearded Man: They are dismantling the sleeping middle class. More and more people are becoming poor. We are their cattle. We are being bred for slavery.
Frank: [10:05] I have a wife and kids in Detroit. I haven't seen them in 6 months. Steel mills were laying people off left and right. They finally went under. We gave the steel companies a break when they needed it. Know what they gave themselves? Raises. The Golden Rule: He who has the gold, makes the rules. They close one more factory we should take a sledgehammer to one of their fancy fuckin foreign cars.
Nada: You know. You ought to have a little more patience with life.
Frank: Yeah, well I'm all out!
Frank: The whole deal is like some kind of crazy game. They put you at the starting line. And the name of the game is make it through life. Only, everyone's out for themselves and looking to do you in at the same time. OK, man here we are. You do what you can, but remember, I'm going to do my best to blow your ass away. So how are you going to make it?
Nada: I deliver a hard day's work for my money I just want the chance. It'll come. I believe in America. I follow the rules. Everybody's got their own hard times these days.
Nada: I'm giving you a choice: either put on these glasses or start eatin' that trash can.
Frank: Not this year!
Frank: What do these things want?
Gilbert: They're free-enterprisers. The earth is just another developing planet. Their third world.
Frank: Listen, man, I don't like anyone following me if I don't know why they are.
Nada: Well, I don't join up with anyone, unless I know where they're going.
[Nada and Frank are fighting, and Nada, trying to get up, tries to grab Frank's testicles]
Frank: You dirty motherfucker!
Drifter: What's wrong with having it good for a change? Now they're gonna let us have it good if we just help 'em. They're gonna leave us alone, let us make some money. You can have a little taste of that good life too. Now, I know you want it. Hell, everybody does.
Frank: You'd do it to your own kind.
Drifter: What's the threat? We all sell out every day, might as well be on the winning team.
Television Host: The feeling is definitely there. It's a new morning in America... fresh, vital. The old cynicism is gone. We have faith in our leaders. We're optimistic as to what becomes of it all. It really boils down to our ability to accept. We don't need pessimism. There are no limits.
Nada: A long time ago things were different man. My old daddy took me down to the river, kicked my ass, told me about the power and the glory. I was saved. He changed when I was little. Turned mean and started tearin' at me. So I ran away when I was thirteen. He tried to cut me once. Big old razor blade. Held it up against my throat. I said "Daddy please"... Just kept moving' back and forth... like he was sawin' down a little tree...
Frank: Maybe they're always been with us... those things out there. Maybe they love it... seeing us hate each other, watching us kill each other off, feeding on our own cold fuckin' hearts...
Nada: I got news for 'hem... There's gonna be hell to pay. 'Cause I ain't daddy's little boy no more.
Street Preacher: Outside the limit of our sight, feeding off us, perched on top of us, from birth to death, are our owners! Our owners! They have us. They control us! They are our masters! Wake up! They're all about you! All around you!
Frank: The steel mills were laying people off left and right. They finally went under. We gave the steel companies a break when they needed it. You know what they gave themselves? Raises.
Nada: Brother, life's a bitch... and she's back in heat.
Nada: Wooo. It's like a drug. Wearing these glasses gets you high, but you come down hard.
Frank: We can't be the only ones who can see, we've got to find the people who made these.
Nada: Yeah, if any of them are still alive.
Rich Lady: [into her wristwatch] I've got one that can see!
Nada: [seeing politician on TV for the first time] Ha, figures it'd be something like this.
Nada: [to Frank] You ain't the first son of a bitch to wake up out of their dream.
Bearded Man: The poor and the underclass are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent. They have created a repressive society and we are their unwitting accomplices.
Frank: So how you gonna make it?
Nada: I deliver a hard day's work for my money. I just want the chance. It'll come. I believe in America. I follow the rules. Everybody's got their own hard times these days.
Nada: And who are you, little fella? Come to show 'em where I am, huh? Not nice!
Street Preacher: This world may have blinded me, but the Lord has let me see.
Gilbert: The world needs a wake up call, gentlemen. We're gonna phone it in.
Nada: Now look, uh, things turned out a little sour for me today.
Holly: You're not the only one.
Nada: Yeah, well, I'm sorry. But I needed you to get away.
Holly: No, you have two guns. You're not sorry. You're in charge.
Written on wall: They live. We sleep.
Female Interviewer: Last place of employment?
Nada: Denver, Colorado. I worked there for ten years and things just seemed to dry up. They lost fourteen banks in one week. So, well...
Female Interviewer: There's nothing available for you right now.
Bearded Man: We could be pets, we could be food, but all we really are is livestock.
Nada: Don't wear them glasses too long. Starts to feel like a knife turnin' in your skull.
Frank: [picks up Nada] Man, I told you, I don't want to be in-VOLVED!
[punches Nada back to the ground]
Holly: You're fighting the forces of evil that none of us can see without sunglasses.
Nada: Take a look.
Holly: If you want me to look through your sunglasses, I'll look through your sunglasses. If I don't see what you see, I'm going to see it anyway.
Writing on Money: This is your God.