Категория: Милосердие

The women are either humoring you, or they're scared of you, but none of them like you.

You know, if you were a little nicer, maybe you'd find a man, instead of out here playing Captain Lesbo.

Be careful. Guys from the suburbs have no pity.

That's it, exactly. That's what I want. No pity.

I showed you mercy! And I won't show it to you again.

Everything they've left us is in shambles. We've been set up to fail.

That carryall was just old. The desert isn't kind to equipment.

You know what will happen, if I don't get spice production back on track.

I'm not here to take your part. Arrakis has seen men like you come and go. Take good care of your family. The desert's not kind to humans either.

I get it. You're in a rough spot, okay? I've been there myself. And you want to know who helped me out of it?

Was it Natasha?

It was you. You helped me.

So, why don't you ask the Asgardians down there how much my help is worth? The ones that are left, anyway.

I think we could bring them back.

Stop. Stop, okay? I know you think I'm down here wallowing in my own self-pity, waiting to be rescued and, and saved, but I'm fine, okay. We're fine, aren't we?

Oh, we're good here, mate.

So, whatever it is that you're offering, we're not into it. Don't care. Couldn't care less. Goodbye.

We need you, pal.

[pause, as Thor finishes his beer]

There's beer on the ship.

What kind?

You know, there's no room for love or mercy in the Hunter's Code.

Wait! Help me! He's trapped! You can't leave him like this! Please!

You killed innocent people. You ask the sea for mercy.

Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't do that again.

Just let me go!

Listen, and understand! That Terminator is out there! It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop... ever, until you are dead!

Spare his life and I'll give you the stone.

Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution.

Genocide.

At random. Dispassionate, fair to rich and poor alike. They called me a mad man. And what I predicted came to pass.

Congratulations, you're a prophet.

I'm a survivor.

Who wants to murder trillions!

With all the six stones, I could simply snap my fingers, and they would all cease to exist. I call that... mercy.

And then what?

I finally rest, and watch the sunrise on an grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest wills.

I think you'll find our will equal to yours.

Our?

All my life I dreamed of a day, a moment, when you got what you deserved. And I was always so disappointed. But now, you kill and torture and you call it mercy. The universe has judged you. You asked it for a prize and it told you no. You failed. And do you wanna know why? Because you love nothing. No one.

He will give us nothing.

Such a pity. Still, you tried.

I do not understand. Why would he risk war?

It is fruitless to reason with them. They understand only one thing. We attack at dawn. Are you with us?

I have never used a sword in my life.

And I hope you never have to. But if you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.

Show them no mercy... for you shall receive none!

It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.

Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.