The Lion King always makes me cry, especially when Simba's father gets trampled.
The win-win situation is the basis for America's entire business world. Instead of wasting our time attempting to defeat each other, let's find a way that will make both of us gain and go home satisfied. In Israel, it doesn't work because the only meaning of victory is seeing your rival's body lying trampled on the floor.
Clark Kent: Civil liberties are being trampled on in your city; good people living in fear.
Bruce Wayne: Don't believe everything you hear, son.
Clark Kent: I've seen it, Mr. Wayne. He thinks he's above the law.
Bruce Wayne: The Daily Planet criticizing those who think they're above the law is a little
hypocritical, wouldn't you say? Considering every time your hero saves a cat out of a tree, you write a puff piece editorial about an alien who, if he wanted to, could burn the whole place down. There wouldn't be a damn thing we can do to stop it.
Clark Kent: Most of the world doesn't share your opinion, Mr. Wayne.
Bruce Wayne: Maybe it's that Gotham
City and me... we just have a bad history with freaks dressed like clowns.
[first lines]
Writer: So, you were raised in a zoo?
Adult Pi Patel: Born and raised. In Pondicherry, in what was the French part of India. My father owned the zoo, and I was delivered on short notice by a herpetologist, who was there to check on the Bengal monitor lizard. Mother and I were both healthy, but the poor lizard escaped and was trampled by
a frightened cassowary. The way of karma, huh? The way of God.
General: [Riding in a truck full of troops on its way to deal with Kong] Listen up. This is New York City, and this is sacred ground. You hear me? It was built for humans, by humans. Not for stinking lice-infested apes. The thought of some mutant gorilla crapping all over the streets of this fair city fills me with disgust. So this is how it's going to be: We find it. We kill it. We cut its ugly
head off and we ram it up...
[the truck is immediately trampled by Kong]
[last lines]
Hiccup: [narrating] This is Berk. A bit trampled and busted and covered in ice, but it's home. It's our home. Those who attacked us are relentless and crazy, but those who stopped them - oh-h-h-h-h, even more so! We may be small in numbers, but we stand for something bigger than anything the world can pin against us. We are the voice of peace, and, bit by bit,
we will change this world. You see, we have something they don't. Oh, sure, they have armies, and they have armadas, but we... we have...
[Toothless roars]
Hiccup: ...OUR DRAGONS!
[Messala is mortally injured after being trampled in the chariot race]
Doctor: We cannot wait, Tribune.
Messala: [softly] He will come.
[he convulses with pain; they hold him down]
Doctor: We cannot wait any longer, Tribune!
Messala: [shouts] He will come! He will come. I have sent for him, and
he will come!
Doctor: If you wish us to keep you alive, we have to go to work *now*, Tribune. Do you understand?
Messala: Cut the legs off me... Not yet. Not till I've seen him. I can't receive him with half a body!
[Drusus and the surgeon share a look; they begin binding Messala in preparation for amputation]
Messala:
[struggling] NO!
[Judah appears in the doorway]
Messala: I told you, Drusus; I told you! There he is.
[Judah approaches and stands over Messala]
Messala: Triumph c... triumph complete, Judah. The race won, the enemy destroyed.
Judah Ben-Hur: I see no enemy.
Messala: What do you think you
see? The smashed body of a wretched animal? There's enough of a man still left here for you to hate. Let me help you.
[he convulses with pain]
Messala: You think they're dead, your mother and sister? Dead, and the race over? It isn't over, Judah. They're not dead.
Judah Ben-Hur: [leaning closer] Where are they?
[pause]
Judah Ben-Hur: Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY?
Messala: [with grim satisfaction] Look... look for them... in the Valley... of the Lepers! If you can recognize them!
[Judah doubles over with grief]
Messala: It goes on. It goes on, Judah. The race... the race... is not... over!
[he dies]
Ed: [after Ludwig has been shot with a cuff link dart, fallen off a building, run over by a bus, flattened by a steam roller, and trampled by a marching band] Oh, Frank! It's horrible. That's so horrible!
Frank: [comforts Ed] I know, Ed.
Ed: My father went the same way.
Tyler: This is one of those things that I'm already regretting.
Aidan Hall: [about Ally] She was here the other day.
Tyler: I don't care. What do you want me to say? 'Hey Dollface, your Dad trampled all over my civil liberites. Want to make out with me?'
Aidan Hall: Well don't call her Dollface... Moron.