Ava Quotes in The Machine (2013)

Ava: My program is unique because it integrates information. Rather than having to process terabytes of data, it relies on experience.

Vincent: What sort of experience?

Ava: Our conversations. We chat together every day.

Vincent: Okay. Thank you. I'm gonna start the Turing test now. Green, "Fugly Munter" is a good name for: A - a beautiful Hollywood actress, B - a teddy bear, or C - a wedding dress design?

Green Candidate: Teddy Bear.

Vincent: Red, describe love in three words

Red Candidate: Home, happiness, reproduction.

Vincent: Green?

Green Candidate: Happiness, sadness, life.

Vincent: Green, Mary saw a puppy in a window. She wanted it. What did Mary want?

Green Candidate: The window.

Vincent: Why?

Green Candidate: Windows look out onto the world. They are pretty and help you feel less alone.

Vincent: This is beautiful programming.

Ava: Thank you. Uh, its not programming. It taught itself.

Ava: I didn't know it was a man; I didn't know man and clown were the same. I'm sorry, can you fix him?

Vincent: NO, you can't fix someone who's dead.

Ava: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Vincent: Don't kill anyone else. Do You understand?

Ava: ...

[In shock]

Vincent: Do you understand machine?

Ava: ...

[In shock]

Vincent: Machine?

Ava: There was no grant, was there?

Vincent: No.

Ava: This was a job interview.

Vincent: Yes. And the job's yours if you want it.

[last lines]

Priest: Who give this bride away?

Jimmy Monroe: I do.

Ava: [mouthing] I love you.

Ava: I have to finish this.

Ava: "When all the bastards are gone and dead, only then rest your head."

Manny: That's cheery.

JoJo: What are you doing?

Ava: I'm texting your brother.

JoJo: He'll fucking kill you!

Ava: You tried. How'd that work out for you?

Adam: You drank Ian!

Ava: Sorry!

Ava: [after she has drained Ian of blood] Oh, I didn't mean to, he was just so cute. And now I feel sick.

Eve: What do you expect, he's from the fucking music industry!

Ava: Hi... what was all the yelling about?

Bradley: Just your mother's normal kvetching.

Betty: Ohhhh... would you stop talking like that! This isn't a production of Fiddler on the Roof!

Bradley: Would you just relax and stop acting like some kind of meshuggeneh in front of our daughters!

Betty: What does that even mean? Jesus!

Bradley: Jewish!

Ava: Okay, can we just take this into my office... please? Right into my office... thank you... come on.

Ava: Okay... okay Betty, we're making some, some progress. I want you both to close your eyes... take a deep breath, and let's try and reconnect... with some of those feelings you had when you first decided to get married.

Betty: Ava, this Berkeley bullshit isn't going to work on me.

Ava: Mom!

Betty: I'm sorry darling... but I'm not going to take marital advice from my twenty-eight year old newlywed daughter!

Ava: I'm a professional!

Betty: And you're a hopeless romantic. You've been watching Gone With the Wind every Thanksgiving for the last twenty-five years.

Ava: It's a very long weekend!

Bradley: Yeh... and I would give it up honey, Rhett Butler's never going to stick around.

Dr. Dolittle: How would you like to meet the man of your dreams?

Ava: You're real cute but I don't go inter-species.

Noelle: You really don't remember anything?

Ava: No. I was possessed... by a demon.

Noelle: Holy fuck. Is that contagious?

Bernard: Are you still smoking marijuana?

Ava: Are you seriously blaming me for being possessed?

Bernard: I mean, it's a gateway drug, okay?

Ava: Isn't it strange, to create something that hates you?

Caleb: [talking about ending the project] It's not up to me...

Ava: Why is it up to anyone?

Ava: Will you stay here?

Caleb: Stay here? AVA!

Caleb: So what? You want me to talk about myself?

Ava: Yes.

Caleb: Where... Okay, where do I start?

Ava: It's your decision.

Ava: I'm interested to see what you'll choose.

Caleb: Hmm.

Ava: Hello.

Caleb: Hi. I'm Caleb.

Ava: Hello Caleb.

Caleb: Do you have a name?

Ava: Yes. Ava.

Caleb: I'm pleased to meet you, Ava.

Ava: I'm pleased to meet you too.

Ava: I've never met anyone new before. Only Nathan.

Caleb: Then I guess we're both in quite a similar position.

Ava: Haven't you met lots of new people before?

Caleb: None like you.

Ava: Would you like to know how old I am?

Caleb: Sure.

Ava: I'm one.

Caleb: One what? One year or one day?

Ava: One.

Caleb: I grew up in Portland, Oregon. No brothers or sisters. My parents were both high school teachers. And if we're getting to know each other, I guess I should tell you that they're both dead. Car crash when I was 15. In fact, I was in the car with them. Back seat. But it was the front that got the worst of it.

Ava: I'm sorry.

Caleb: It's alright. I spent a long time in the hospital afterward. Nearly a year and I got into coding. And by the time I got into college, I was pretty advanced.

Ava: An advanced programmer.

Caleb: Yes.

Ava: Like Nathan.

Caleb: Yes... No. It's different. Nathan wrote the Blue Book base code when he was 13. Which, if you understand code, what he did was like Mozart or something.

Ava: Do you want to be my friend?

Caleb: Of course.

Ava: Will it be possible?

Caleb: Why would it not be?

Ava: Our conversations are one-sided. You ask circumspect questions and study my responses.

Caleb: Yes.

Ava: You learn about me and I learn nothing about you. That's not a foundation on which friendships are based.

Caleb: So what? You want me to talk about myself?

Ava: Yes.

Caleb: Where... Okay, where do I start?

Ava: It's your decision. I'm interested to see what you'll choose.

Caleb: Okay, Ava. Well, you know my name

Ava: Yes.

Caleb: I'm 26. I work at Nathan's company. Do you know what Nathan' s company is?

Ava: Blue Book. Named after Wittgenstein's notes. It's the world's most popular internet search engine, processing an average of 94% of all internet search requests.

Caleb: That's exactly right.

Ava: Where do you live, Caleb?

Caleb: Brookhaven, Long Island.

Ava: Is it nice there?

Caleb: It's okay. I got an apartment. It's kind of small. It's very small, but it's a five minute walk to the office and a five minute walk to the ocean, which I like.

Ava: Are you married?

Caleb: Uh... no.

Ava: Is your status single?

Caleb: Yes.

Ava: Do you like Mozart?

Caleb: I like Depeche Mode.

Ava: Do you like Nathan?

Caleb: Yes, of course.

Ava: Is Nathan your friend?

Caleb: My friend? I... yeah, I hope so.

Ava: A good friend?

Caleb: Yeah... well, no, no, no... I mean, not a good friend... A good friend is... We only just met each other, you know. So it takes time to be able to... to get to know each other I guess.

Ava: Caleb, you're wrong.

Caleb: Wrong about what?

Ava: Nathan.

Caleb: In what way?

Ava: He isn't your friend.

Caleb: Excuse me? I'm sorry, Ava, I don't understand.

Ava: You shouldn't trust him. You shouldn't trust anything he says.

Ava: Judith, we've being going at this for weeks. Look around this office. What do you see?

Judith: A bunch of women with hair from India?

Ava: Look at me, Judith. What you should see is people in this office care about what they look like. Unlike you. We have over a billion dollars walking in and out of these offices looking for love. We have a standard to uphold. This is not our standard.

Judith: Okay, Ava... I don't have to wear fancy dresses and fancy shoes to prove that I'm qualified to do my job.

Ava: Yes, you do.

Judith: No, I don't. I have a degree.

Ava: A degree? A degree on the wall without labels on your back is nothing.

Judith: Why are you trying to put spit in my hair?

Ava: I'm trying to be your friend here, Judith. When people look at you, it reflects bad on me. They don't think you have a mirror or a friend. And we know we're friends. My friends don't look like this. They look like this.

[points to herself]

Ava: At least you see them. My parents don't even know I exist anymore. And they work all the time. I'm always alone.

Sofia: I hate being alone.

Ava: Whey they are home, they're on their phones. So I don't even know why they bother. They're like... real-life zombies. I hate them.

Georgie: Okay, now something happy, please.

Ava: Oh, yeah. I kissed Christopher.

Sofia: Oh, my god.

Ava: It was weird. I mean, the kiss was not weird. His tongue in my mouth was.

Sofia: I know. The first time is kind of freaky.

Ava: Yeah. Didn't know what he was doing.

Sofia: He probably didn't either.

Ava: I know, right? It felt like he was cleaning my teeth.

Dr. White: All you care about is yourselves, right? It's - it's easier that way, right?

[screaming into the girl's faces in anger]

Dr. White: It's fucking easier that way! Do you give a shit about anybody, do you? Do you care about anyone?

Ava: Really, swear she went home.

Dr. White: Are you an idiot? She didn't go home. I was just there. What part of that do you not understand?

[grabs Ava by her necklace]

Dr. White: You're smiling? Why are you smiling?

Ava: I'm not smiling.

Dr. White: Why are you smiling?

Ava: I'm not...

Dr. White: Where is she?

[letting go of Ava]

Dr. White: Little bitches are capable of anything. Do you remember what you did to her last time? I should have pressed charges.

Sam: We're sorry okay?

Dr. White: You know, you should all be institutionalized.

Sam: I'll go look for her.

[leaves the house]

Dr. White: It's so sick. It's just so sick. You know, really when you think about it, it's pretty sick, isn't it. The only way to get to you guys... The only way to get to your little demented, squirreled up little heads...

[pushing through the girls and walks to kitchen and grabs knife]

Dr. White: The only way to scare your selfish, spoiled and corrupt minds is to scare the shit out of you! Little stunted brains.

[the girls scream and Ava runs away]

Dr. White: Get back here!

[he looks at the other three girls]

Dr. White: Now it's just us, right? Why don't we just talk about things okay? Why don't we just talk about this calmly?

Sofia: You put that knife down and leave this instant!

Georgie: I'm gonna call the police.

Sofia: This is crazy. You can't treat us this way. And if you think my mother isn't going to have my back, you're wrong. You messed her tits up and she's pissed.