Limitless (I) (2011)
Eddie Morra: Well, in order for a career to evolve, I'm gonna have to move on.
Carl Van Loon: That you would even think that would only show me how unprepared you are to be on your own. I mean, you do know you're a freak? Your deductive powers are a gift from God or chance or a straight shot of sperm or whatever or whoever wrote your life-script. A gift, not earned. You do not know what I know because you have not earned those powers. You're careless with those powers, you flaunt them, and you throw them around like a brat with his trust-fund. You haven't had to climb up all the greasy little rungs. You haven't been bored blind at the fundraisers. You haven't done the time and that first marriage to the girl with the right father. You think you can leap over all in a single bound. You haven't had to bribe or charm or threat your way to a seat at that table. You don't know how to assess your competition because you haven't competed. Don't make me your competition
Eddie Morra: For a guy with a four digit IQ, I must have missed something. And I hadn't missed much. I'd come this close to having an impact on the world. And now the only thing I'd have an impact on was the sidewalk.
Eddie Morra: [to Carl Van Loon] No scenario? I see every scenario, I see fifty scenarios. That's what it does, Carl - it puts me fifty moves ahead of you.
Eddie Morra: I don't have delusions of grandeur, I have an actual recipe for grandeur.
Eddie Morra: What was this drug? I couldn't stay messy on it, I hadn't had a cigarette in six hours, hadn't eaten, so... abstemious and tidy? What was this? A drug for people who wanted to be more anal retentive?
Carl Van Loon: Have you been talking to anyone?
Eddie Morra: No, I haven't been talking to anybody, Carl. I'm not stupid.
Carl Van Loon: I know you're not stupid, Eddie, but don't make the classic smart person's mistake thinking no one's smarter than you.
Eddie Morra: You see that guy? That was me not so long ago. What kind o' guy without a drug or alcohol problem looks this way? Only a writer.
Lindy: Since when do you speak Italian?
Eddie Morra: Oh.
Eddie Morra: Self-improvement month.
Carl Van Loon: You don't really live here, do you?
Eddie Morra: Well ah... the Spartans weren't really big on amenities.
Carl Van Loon: Yeah, and they eventually got their asses kicked.
Eddie Morra: Obviously I miscalculated a few things.
Gennady: [banging door] Eddie! I know you're in there.
Eddie Morra: [a chainsaw revs up] Why is it that the moment your life exceeds your wildest dreams, the knife appears at your back?
Female Computer Voice: The access code you have entered is invalid. The access code you have entered is invalid.
Eddie Morra: Well, I'll tell you one thing... I will never let them touch me.
Eddie Morra: [parting ways with Carl] You know, you should really be glad about this, 'cause - you know, me working for you? - you'd end up as my bitch.
[Eddie is distracted by a broadcast news report]
Carl Van Loon: You're not one of those kind of guys, are you Eddie? We lose you if there's a screen in the room?
Eddie Morra: I wasn't high, I wasn't wired. Just clear. I knew what I needed to do and how to do it.
Eddie Morra: What?
Lindy: I know how it's going. I'm your... I was your girlfriend.
Eddie Morra: That word doesn't even begin to describe what you are to me.
Lindy: Partner? Squeeze?
Eddie Morra: Paramour. Inamorata.
Lindy: Cleaning lady. Bank.
[pays for meal]
Eddie Morra: A tablet a day and I was limitless.
Eddie Morra: Hotel rooms were no longer an option. What I needed was a bunker.
Eddie Morra: And what if I don't like your idea?
Carl Van Loon: And then we'll say, "Godspeed," and your candle will have shed a brief but lovely light.
[Gennady slugs Eddie Morra in his apartment hallway when an NZT pill falls from Eddie's hand]
Gennady: What is it?
Eddie Morra: [panicking] No, it's just aspirin.
[desperately tries to get it]
Gennady: [picks it up and examines it] Don't look like no aspirin I ever see.
[takes pill out of little bag and holds it up to light]
Gennady: It's something good, eh?
[pops pill in mouth, swallows and slaps his neck]
Gennady: [cut to bank where Eddie withdraws money. He exits the bank and gives Gennady the money]
Gennady: [glowing] I feel good, man. What's in this stuff?
Eddie Morra: Well, it's just, uh, vi-vitamins and aspirin.
Gennady: [knowing Eddie's lying] You so full of shit, Eddie baby.
[while being lectured by the landlord's wife]
Eddie Morra: [thinking] I suddenly had extra reason to get away from her. I had thoughtlessly ingested a substance.
Eddie Morra: [over the phone] Okay, I need you to go into the bag and take one of the pills.
Eddie Morra: Because you'll know what to do. You'll take it and then you'll know.
Lindy: [Panicked] He's got a knife. Eddie, I can't THINK my way out of a knife.
Eddie Morra: So, uh, wha-what's it called?
Vernon: Doesn't have a street name yet, but the boys in the kitchen are calling it NZT-48.
Eddie Morra: The boys in the kitchen? I don't... That doesn't sound very FDA-approved, Vern.
Eddie Morra: [voiceover] Okay, so what do we have here? Some unknown, untested, possibly dangerous drug scammed out of some unidentified lab somewhere, given to me by a highly unreliable guy I hadn't seen in years.
Vernon: Uh, so, you want some more?
Eddie Morra: Yes, definitely.
Eddie Morra: [at a party] ... Well, sure, y-you get a short-term spike, but wouldn't that rapid expansion devalue the stock completely in two years?
Kevin Doyle: No, 'cause there are safeguards!
Eddie Morra: Against aggressive overexpansion? There aren't because there are no safeguards in human nature. We're wired to overreach. Look at history, all the countries that have ever ruled the world: Portugal, with this big, massive navy - all they've got now are salt cod and cheap condoms.
Eddie Morra: And Brits? Now they're just sitting in their dank little island, fussing over their suits. No one's stopping and thinking, 'Hey, we're doing pretty well. We got France, we got Poland, we got a big Swiss bank account... You know what? Let's not invade Russia in the winter. Let's go home, let's pop a beer, and let's live off the interest.'
Carl Van Loon: So, Eddie Morra - and you do know you're a freak? What's your secret?
Eddie Morra: Medication.
Eddie Morra: In the end, how much worse could it get?
Gennady: Back in the old times, I... I might peel your skin back, fillet you. "Fillet." It's a nice word.
Eddie Morra: [to Lindy after ordering in Chinese] What?
Eddie Morra: Just finish your story.
Melissa: Well, I didn't take any more and I didn't die, but after awhile I realized that I couldn't concentrate on anything for longer than ten minutes. I, uh... I missed deadlines, got lazy, slow, so slow... That was two years ago, and I haven't been the same since.
Eddie Morra: I was sick.
Carl Van Loon: You don't get sick. You're playing at this level, you get hit by a car, you don't even die.
Eddie Morra: Information from the odd museum show, a half-read article, some PBS documentary - it was all bubbling up in my frontal lobes, mixing itself together into a sparkling cocktail of useful information. She didn't have a chance.
Vernon: So, Eddie, you are interested after all.
Eddie Morra: That stuff's amazing.
Vernon: Works better if you're already smart.
Vernon: And you know how they say that we can only access 20% of our brain?
[Vernon points out the NZT pill on the table]
Vernon: Well, what this does... it lets you access all of it
[Vernon extracts a pill from his coat pocket]
Eddie Morra: You're still dealing.
Vernon: Brother, I am light years from that now. I've been doing, uh, some consulting for a pharmaceutical company.
Eddie Morra: What, like some offshore lab making fake Viagra? Come on, Vern.
Vernon: No. This is an exclusive product that's coming on stream next year. They've had clinical trials and it's FDA approved.
Kevin Doyle: [to Eddie about meeting Van Loon] Now be warned. He's mercurial - one minute your best friend, the next you're a leper.
Eddie Morra: What's wrong?
Eddie Morra: You don't like me and I don't blame you. You see a self-defeating, energy-sucking piece of shit who's sponging off your husband. You're wishing I'd blow my brains out, but my existence shouldn't make you this upset. What is it?
Eddie Morra: [voiceover] He knew he had me.
Eddie Morra: [aloud] Sure.
Eddie Morra: [voiceover] From now on, I'd happily be his errand boy, wash his windows, scrub his toilet - anything I could do to get my hands on that little clear pill that would bring back... Enhanced Eddie.
Eddie Morra: [to Carl Van Loon] I see every everything, Carl. I'm fifty moves ahead of you and everybody else. What makes you think I don't have a guy with a bead on you right now? How do you know you're gonna be alive this time next year?