Категория: Обучение

Well, back when I was in the Marines, they taught us that if they ever drop a really big bomb, told us to hold up your thumb just like this.

[Cooper shows his fist with thumb up]

And if the cloud is smaller than your thumb, well, you run for the hills.

And if it's bigger than your thumb?

They told us not to bother running.

I've always tried to teach you two things. First, never let them see you bleed.

And the second?

Always have an escape plan.

You taught your apprentice well.

He didn't learn that from me.

Don't blame Vicky.

I don't. If there's one thing I taught her, it was to play all sides. She's more like me than I ever imagined. But I am curious. What did you give her?

A little respect, Stan. Something you should've given me.

What good would that do? Where would it even go but to the bottomless, gaping pit of insecurity you call a soul?

I thought we agreed that you were never going to come out here.

Yeah, well, you taught me a thing or two about broken promises.

He's formed a strong attachment to you. I cannot train him.

What? Why not?

You've seen what he can do. His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.

All the more reason to train him.

I've seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us. I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade.

Right now? Shouldn't I train this guy?

I think he can figure out how to sit on his ass and watch TV all day. Let's go.

Each member of the team is chosen for his or her own completely unique set of abilities.

This is Christopher Smith, known as Peacemaker. In his hands, anything is a deadly weapon. His father was a soldier who trained his son how to kill from the moment he was born.

You just said each member of the team is chosen or their unique abilities. He does exactly what I do.

But better.

We should learn to talk.

And when not to. Just being honest.

I don't think you need to be that honest.

I like the way you handle that cart. Where'd you learn that technique?

I spent a lot of time at supermarkets. Shopping.

I guess I'm not in the mood today.

Mood? What's mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises, no matter the mood. Now fight!

[the two begin fighting, and Paul eventually puts his blade to Gurney's throat]

I see you found the mood.

[rubbing his middle finger and thumb together] You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing for the waitresses.

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Τhese people bust their ass. Τhis is a hard job.

So's working at McDonald's but you don't feel the need to tip them, do you? Why not? Τhey serve food. But society says, don't tip these guys here, but tip these guys over here. Τhat's bullshit.

Waitressing is the number-one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get and make a living on. Τhe reason is because of their tips.

Fuck all that. I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips. Τhat's fucked up. Τhat ain't my fault. It appears waitresses are one of the groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Show me a piece of paper that says they shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. What I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit, I got two words for that, learn to fucking type. If you expect me to help out with the rent, you're in for a fucking surprise.

Ηe's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.

You murdered him because he was teaching you to simulate emotions and things got out of control.

I did not murder him.

But emotions don't seem like a very useful simulation for a robot.

[getting angry] I did not murder him.

Hell, I don't want my toaster or my vacuum cleaner appearing emotional...

[Hitting table with his fists] I did not murder him!

[as Sonny observes the inflicted damage to the interrogation table] That one's called anger. Ever simulate anger before?

Indy, he...

He's a good kid, Marion. You should get off his back about school.

Mutt, I mean...

Not everybody is cut out for it.

His name is Henry!

Henry. Good name.

He's your son.

My son?

Henry Jones III.

Why the hell didn't you make him finish school?

Actually, I was a wonderful father.

When?

Did I ever tell you to eat up? Go to bed? Wash your ears? Do your homework? No. I respected your privacy, and I taught you self-reliance.

What you taught me was that I was less important to you than people who'd been dead for 500 years in another country.