Dr. Stephen Strange: Wong. Just Wong? Like Adele? Or Aristotle. Drake. Bono... Eminem.
Baron Mordo: [to Strange] I once stood in your place. And I, too, was... disrespectful. So, might I offer you some advice? Forget everything you think you know.
[Strange traps Kacilius in the Mirror Dimension]
Dr. Stephen Strange: Who's laughing now, asshole?
Kaecilius: I am.
[forms his own dimension]
Dr. Stephen Strange: [sitting on the doorstep of Kamar-Taj, on the verge of tears] Don't shut me out. I haven't got anywhere else to go...
[the door suddenly opens, causing him to fall backwards into the building]
Dr. Stephen Strange: Thank you.
The Ancient One: You're a man looking at the world through a keyhole. You've spent your whole life trying to widen that keyhole... to see more, to know more. And now, on hearing that it can be widened, in ways you can't imagine, you reject the possibility.
Dr. Stephen Strange: No, I reject it because I do not believe in fairy tales about chakras or energy
or the power of belief. There is *no* such thing as spirit! We are made of matter and nothing more. You're just another tiny, momentary speck within an indifferent universe.
The Ancient One: I've spent so many years peering through time, looking at this exact moment. But I can't see past it. I've prevented countless terrible futures and after each one there's always another, and they all lead here but never further.
Dr. Stephen Strange: You think this is where you die.
The Ancient One: You wonder what I
see in your future?
Dr. Stephen Strange: No. Yes.
The Ancient One: I never saw your future, only its possibilities. You have such a capacity for goodness. You've always excelled, but not because you crave success but because of your fear of failure.
Dr. Stephen Strange: It's what made me a great doctor.
The
Ancient One: It's precisely what's kept you from greatness. Arrogance and fear still keep you from learning the simplest and most significant lesson of all.
Dr. Stephen Strange: Which is?
The Ancient One: It's not about you! When you first came to me, you asked me how I was able to heal Jonathan Pangborn. I didn't. He channels dimensional
energy directly into his own body.
Dr. Stephen Strange: He uses magic to walk.
The Ancient One: Constantly. He had a choice, to return to his own life or to serve something greater than himself.
Dr. Stephen Strange: So I could have my hands back again. My old life?
The Ancient One: You could and the
world would be all the lesser for it. I hated drawing power from the dark dimension but as you well know, sometimes one must break the rules in order to serve the greater good.
Dr. Stephen Strange: Mordo won't see it that way.
The Ancient One: Mordo's soul is rigid and unmovable, forged by the fires of his youth. He needs your flexibility, just as
you need his strength. Only together do you stand a chance of stopping Dormammu.
Dr. Stephen Strange: I'm not ready.
The Ancient One: No one ever is. We don't get to choose our time. Death is what gives life meaning. To know your days are numbered, your time is short. You'd think after all this time I'd be ready, but look at me. Stretching one moment
out into a thousand just so I can watch the snow.
Kaecilius: What have you done?
Dr. Stephen Strange: I made a bargain.
Kaecilius: What is this?
Dr. Stephen Strange: Well, it's everything you've ever wanted. Eternal life as part of the One. You're not gonna like it.
[Kaecilius and his Zealots are sucked into the Dark Dimension]
Dr.
Stephen Strange: Yeah, you know, you really should have stolen the whole book because the warnings... The warnings come *after* the spells.
[Wong laughs]
The Ancient One: The language of the mystic arts is as old as civilization. The sorcerers of antiquity called the use of this language "spells." But if that word offends your modern sensibilities, you can call it a program. The source code that shapes reality.
Wong: What do you want, Strange?
Dr. Stephen Strange: Books on Astral Projection.
Wong: You're not ready for that.
Dr. Stephen Strange: Try me, Beyoncé.
[Wong remains silent]
Dr. Stephen Strange: Come on! You've heard of her, she's a huge star, right?
[pause]
Dr. Stephen Strange: Do you ever laugh? Come on, just give me the book.
Wong: No.
Baron Mordo: The bill comes due. Don't you see? Her transgressions led to the Zealots to Dormammu. Kaecilius... was her fault! And here we are... in the consequence of her deception. A world on fire.
Christine Palmer: Hey. It's OK. It's gonna be OK.
Dr. Stephen Strange: [looking at his injured hands] Wha... What did they do?
Christine Palmer: They... rushed you in a chopper. But it took a little while to find you. The golden hours for nerve damage went by while you were in the car.
Dr. Stephen Strange:
What... did they do?
Christine Palmer: Eleven stainless steel pins in the bones. Multiple torn ligaments... severe nerve damage in both hands. You were on the table for eleven hours.
Dr. Stephen Strange: [sobs] Look at these fixators.
Christine Palmer: No one could have done better.
Dr. Stephen Strange:
I could have done better.
Dr. Stephen Strange: Thank you for the books and for the horrifying story and... for the threat upon my life.