César : César a parlé, j’irai je verrai je vaincrai Le script : Oh elle est bien cette phrase on va la graver. César : Et ensuite je rentrerai je vous raconterai et je mangerai un morceau. La mère de César : Hmm celle là peut être pas !
You’re too late. The rebellion isn’t here any more. It’s flown away. There’s a whole galaxy out there, waiting to disgust you.
Rachel Hunter : J’ai l’impression que l’homme dans c’pickup me suit. La caissière : Vous l’ connaissez ? Rachel Hunter : Non enfin on s’est un peu disputé à un carrefour, j’l’ai klaxonné et maintenant on dirait… La caissière : C’est un enragé d’la route. Rachel Hunter : Ouais on peut dire ça. La caissière : Vous voulez qu’j’appelle les flics ? Un client : Non, ça va prendre la journée et ça va l’énerver encore plus.
- Il était en train de se foutre de moi devant toute classe, fallait que je réagisse - Il fait deux fois taille. - Mais tout le monde fait deux fois ma taille, j’ai même vu des bébés plus grands que moi.
- Dae, petit cachotier ! Comment t’as convaincu Yuri de te payer ce costard ? - Qu’est ce qu’il te dit que je l’ai pas acheté ? - Parce qu’il coûte 5000 dollars ! - [Dae recrache l’eau qu’il boit].
- Je sais que tu veux jouer les héros en laissant la touriste dormir ici ce soir, mais on est pas une auberge ! - Pourtant, y’a que des gens sympas dans les auberges. - Je suis sympa ! Avec mes amis…
- Sérieux, t’es partout où je vais ! T’es comme ma propre Sasaeng. - C’est quoi une Sasaeng ? - Tu es… ma grande fan obsessionnelle.
My name is Maarva Carrassi Andor. I’m honored to stand before you. I’m honored to be a Daughter of Ferrix, and honored to be worthy of the stone. Strange, I… feel as if I can see it. I was six, I think, first time I touched a funerary stone. Heard our music, felt our history, holding my sisters hand as we walked all the way from Fountain Square. Where you stand now, I’ve been more times than I can remember. I always wanted to be lifted. I was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time, the dead lifted me… with their truth. And now I’m dead, and I yearn to lift you. Not because I want to shine or even be remembered. It’s because I want you to go on. I want Ferric to continue. In my waning hours, that’s what comforts me most. But I fear for you. We’ve been sleeping. We’ve had each other, and Ferrix, our work, our days. We had each other and they left us alone. We kept the trade lane open, and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engine churning, and the moment they pulled away, we forgot them. Because we had each other. We had Ferrix. But we were sleeping. I’ve been sleeping. And I’ve been turning away from the truth I wanted not to face. There is a wound that won’t heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it’s here. It’s here and it’s not visiting anymore. It wants to stay. The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we sleep. It’s easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it’s true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it’s too late. But I’ll tell you this… If I could do it again, I’d wake up early and be fighting those bastards… from the start! Fight the Empire!