Категория: Вопрос

I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where is Gamora?

Yeah, I'll do you one better. Who is Gamora?

I'll do you one better. Why is Gamora?

But if his door was locked from the inside, how did the killer get in?

Good, you're finally asking the right questions.

I'm guessing you're not friends.

You've met him. How many friends do you imagine he has? I'm the closest thing to a friend that Sherlock Holmes is capable of having.

And what's that?

An enemy.

An enemy?

In his mind, certainly. If you were to ask him, he'd probably say an archenemy. He does love to be dramatic.

When I met you for the first time yesterday and asked, 'Afghanistan or Iraq?' you looked surprised.

How did you know?

I didn't know, I saw.

You really believe he was resurrected?

The question is not if, but how. The game's afoot.

Is he real?

I don't know. Ask him.

She's a replicant, isn't she?

I'm impressed. How many questions does it usually take to spot them?

I don't get it, Tyrell.

How many questions?

Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.

It took more than a hundred for Rachael, didn't it?

She doesn't know.

She's beginning to suspect, I think.

Suspect? How can it not know what it is?

May I ask you a personal question?

Sure.

Have you ever retired a human by mistake?

No.

But in your position, that is a risk.

Can I ask you a question hypothetically? It's a bit odd. If this was your last birthday party you're ever gonna have how would you celebrate it?

I'd do whatever I wanted to do. with whoever I wanted to do it.

What... have I got... in my pocket?

That's not fair... That's not fair! It's against the rules! Ask us another one!

No, no. You said, 'ask me a question.' Well, That is my question. 'What Have I Got In My Pocket?'

It must give us three guesses, precious! It must give us three!

Three guesses, very well. Guess away!

Handses!

Wrong. Try again.

I've got fishses bones, goblinses bones, bat's wings, food... Knife! Oh, shut up!

Wrong again. Last guess.

String... or nothing!

Two guesses at once. Wrong both times.

Ooooooohhh...

You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us.

Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful this will need to be handled with tact, and respect, and no small degree of charm, which is why you will leave the talking to me.

There are some things that I must see to.

What things?

Questions. Questions that need answering.

What are you going to do, then?

Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words.

One question about your business, boy, or there's no use going. This girl... how far are you willing to go to save her?

I'd die for her.

Oh good. No worries then.

Has he mentioned me?

Yeah.

What'd he say?

Uh... I said... he asked me what I thought about you.

And what did you say?

I said... uh... Spider-Man, I said uh... The great thing about MJ is... when you look in her eyes and she's looking back in yours... everything... feels... not quite normal. Because you feel stronger and weaker at the same time. You feel excited and at the same time, terrified. The truth is... you don't know what you feel except you know what kind of man you want to be. It's as if you've reached the unreachable and you weren't ready for it.

You said that?

Well, something like that.