Grandfather Quotes in Mortal Kombat (1995)

Grandfather: Spare him, my lord Rayden. American life has enfeebled his mind. Too much television.

Liu Kang: [At Grandfather] I had enough of this. I'm going to find my brother's killer at the tournament, with or without your consent.

Grandfather: [At Lord Rayden] He isn't ready my lord, and we lost so much time.

Lord Rayden: I know, but there's no one else.

Grandfather: [in a wheelchair] Don't touch; this is Corinthian leather.

Toymaker: Thank you for freeing me, Valentin, but it's too late. Nothing can stop me now... not even you.

Grandfather: That's true. Only you can do that. You double-crossed us. The agency, your fellow agents and me. Your mistake cost me my legs! Well a mistake like that could only someone further into the dark, and it has. Look at you now.

Toymaker: But I gave you back your legs when you were in the game - *I* did that for *you*!

Grandfather: Let me tell you all of the things I've missed in my life because of the accident you caused: I can't walk on the beach with my wife. I missed my daughter's birth... and wedding. Shall I continue? Now... let me tell you all the GOOD things that came of it. Humility. Spirituality. Understanding. You've been living in fear of me all these years, but I've only been searching for you so I could tell you... that I forgive you.

Toymaker: I've only dreamed I would hear you say something like that...

Grandfather: it's not about whether your winning or losing...

Toymaker: it's how you play... the game

Grandfather: At this age I don't have a requirement of which is lie and which is truth, what I require is memories that I have many because of your presence.

Grandfather: If you win comeback, If you lose make sure that I do not get to know that you have lost.

Grandfather: Everything you loved is gone! Everything you knew has been taken from you?

Kubo: No! It's in my memories! The most powerful kind of magic there is! It makes us stronger than you'll ever be. These are the memories of those we have loved and lost. And if we hold their stories deep in our hearts, then you will never take them away from us. And that really is the least of it...

Littlefoot: A tree star.

Littlefoot's mother: It is very special. It will help you grow strong. Wherever you're going, there are so many of these leaves.

[Littlefoot plays with the tree star]

Littlefoot's mother: Come on.

Grandfather: Ha, ha ha.

Littlefoot's mother: The Great Valley is filled with green food like this. More than you can ever eat, and more fresh cool water than you can ever drink. It is a wonderful beautiful place where we can live happily with many more of our own kind.

Littlefoot: Gee. When will we get there?

Littlefoot's mother: The bright circle must pass over us many times, and we must follow it each day to where it touches the ground.

Ossie: What's his name?

Grandfather: Um, he's called Tír na nÓg.

Ossie: What does it mean?

Grandfather: It's the land of eternal youth.

Ossie: But why's he called that?

Grandfather: He's from Tir na nÓg, the land under the sea.

Grandfather: Oh, me and my stupid stories.

Grandfather: [about the horse] He's from Tír na nÓg, a land over the sea.

[to the people gathered around the fire]

Grandfather: Now then, Oisin was the most handsome traveller that ever lived and the princess told him that he was too handsome to ever grow old. She took him away over the sea to the Land of Eternal Youth. And there they stayed for a thousand years. But Oisin was a traveller. He missed his caravan. He missed all his old pals. The princess told him if he ever went back he would die, because he was a thousand years old. But the princess couldn't bear to see Oisin sad, so she gave him her great white horse and told him he must never get off its back. When Oisin returned to his caravan, the people swarmed around him, rejoicing at the legendary hero's return. But by God! A terrible thing happened. The saddle broke and Oisin fell down on the ground in front of their eyes. Here is what they saw: they saw the most handsome man on Earth get older and older, and greyer and greyer, and his hair grew down to his waist and his fingernails grew three inches long, and his bones began to crumble and snap! And then Oisin disintegrated before their eyes and turned into dust. A little heap of ashes on the ground was all that was left of him.

Ossie: What did the princess look like?

Grandfather: Close your eyes. Now do you see a beautiful woman?

Ossie: Yea.

Grandfather: Well, that's her. That's the beautiful princess.

Grandfather: [lifting Ossie down from the horse's back] Come on. Time for bed.

Ossie: I don't want to get old.

Grandfather: Ah, you won't get old Ossie. Not yet.

Grandfather: Heidi, you have not yet decide that you are going.

Heidi: I'm packing, Grandfather.

Grandfather: Oh yes, yes. But you must decide here

[points to heart]

Grandfather: 'I am going'.

Grandfather: The mountain is inside you. It will always be there, but so will its harship.

Heidi: I've never felt it.

Peter: I'll contact the school. I'm certain I can get through from my post.

Grandfather: Then say I am coming. I'll bring Heidi back myself.

Peter: Grandfather, no. The country is at war, it's too dangerous.

Grandfather: All the more reason to go.

Peter: The Italian army has taken over the railroad. You would have to travel by foot.

Grandfather: Heidi cannot make the journey alone.

Peter: First, let me contact the school. I'm sure they've made arrangements for their children to travel safely home. And if not, I will go and get her.

Grandfather: I have old man's imagination. It runs away with me.

Grandfather: What touches the heart is never forgotten.

Grandfather: [voice over] Malilshah and his importance soon faded away as his fragile empire broke apart.

Kamran: What happened to Hassan?

Grandfather: He became known as the old man of the mountains. He rode from the shadows along with his silent killers, who were known as Hashish. That's where the term assassin came from.

[Last lines]

Grandfather: Remember, it wasn't Omar's poetry that made him important, it was the poetry of his life.

[at start of film, Mr. Peltzer is willing to pay $200 for Mogwai]

Grandfather: I'm sorry. Mogwai not for sale.

Randall Peltzer: Why not? You said everything in your grandfather's store was for sale.

Grandfather: With Mogwai, comes much responsibility. I cannot sell him at any price.

[at end of film after tons of mayhem errupted and is being shown on the news]

Grandfather: I warned you. With mogwai comes much responsibility. But you didn't listen.

[gestures at television]

Grandfather: And you see what happens.

Randall Peltzer: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it...

Grandfather: You do with mogwai what your society... has done with all of nature's gifts. You do not understand.

[entire Peltzer family is speechless with guilt]

Grandfather: You are not ready.

Grandfather: He has something he wants to say to you.

Billy Peltzer: You mean you can understand what he says when he speaks?

Grandfather: To understand, one has only to listen.

Grandfather: [leaving with Gizmo, to Billy] Perhaps some day, you will be ready. Until then, Mogwai waits.

Grandmother: [before Jake and Kristy's wedding] He's too young and he's too immature. She's a golddigger.

Grandfather: There's little or no gold to be dug. He's plenty old and people don't mature anymore. They stay jackasses all their lives.

Jonathan: I'm a vegetarian.

Alex: You're a what?

Jonathan: I don't eat meat.

Alex: How can you not eat meat?

Jonathan: I just don't.

Alex: [to Grandfather, in Russian] He says he does not eat meat.

Grandfather: [to Alex, in Russian] What?

Alex: No meat?

Jonathan: No meat.

Alex: Steak?

Jonathan: No...

Alex: Chickens!

Jonathan: No...

Alex: And what about the sausage?

Jonathan: No, no sausage, no meat!

Alex: [to Grandfather, in Russian] He says he does not eat any meat.

Grandfather: [to Alex, in Russian] Not even sausage?

Alex: [to Grandfather, in Russian] I know!

Grandfather: [to Alex, in Russian] What is wrong with him?

Alex: What is wrong with you?

Jonathan: Nothing, I just don't eat meat!

Jonathan: I'm distressed by dogs.

Alex: [in Russian to Grandfather] He is afraid of dogs.

Grandfather: [in Russian to Alex] Bullshit. No one is afraid of dogs.

[after an old man gives them directions, Jonathan hands him a pack of cigarettes]

Alex: What are you doing?

Jonathan: For helping us.

Alex: What?

Jonathan: Well, I read in my guidebook that you can't find Marlboro cigarettes here so you should take them everywhere as tips.

Grandfather: [In Ukrainian]

[to the man]

Grandfather: He doesn't eat meat.

[in Russian]

Lista: May I ask you a question?

Grandfather: Yes, of course.

Lista: Is the war over?

Grandfather: [in Ukrainian]

[to Alex and Jonathan]

Grandfather: Perhaps you would like me to stop the car and you two can fuck yourselves to Lutsk!

[in Russian, referring to Jonathan's trip to Lutsk]

Alexander Perchov, Father: Papa, I need you to drive them.

Grandfather: Go to hell! I'm not driving anyone.

Alexander Perchov, Father: Papa, they are paying $1,200 American.

Grandfather: I don't care. I'm retired. No more dead Jews.

Grandfather: [in Ukrainian]

[to Jonathan]

Grandfather: Get in the car. The bitch and the Jew will share the backseat.

Grandfather: Would you look at him? Sittin' there with his hooter scrapin' away at that book!

Ringo: Well, what's the matter with that?

Grandfather: Have you no natural resources of your own? Have they even robbed you of that?

Ringo: You can learn from books!

Grandfather: You can, can you? Pahh! Sheeps' heads! You could learn more by gettin' out there and living!

Ringo: Out where?

Grandfather: Any old where! But not our little Richard. Oh, no. When you're not thumpin' them pagan skins you're tormenting your eyes with that rubbish.

Ringo: Books are good.

Grandfather: *Parading's* better.

Ringo: Parading?

Grandfather: [nods eagerly] Parading the streets! Trailing your coat! Bowling along! LIVING!

Ringo: Well, I am living.

Grandfather: You? Living? When was the last time you gave a girl a pink-edged daisy? When did you last embarrass a sheila with your cool, appraising stare?

Ringo: You're a bit old for that sort of chat, aren't you?

Grandfather: Well at least I've got a backlog of memories! All you've got is - THAT BOOK!

Ringo: I don't snore.

George: You do, repeatedly.

Ringo: Do I snore, John?

John: Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son.

Ringo: That's just your opinion. Do I snore, Paul?

Paul: With a trombone hooter like yours, it would be unnatural if you didn't.

Grandfather: Now, Paulie... don't mock the afflicted.

Paul: Ah, come off it, it's only a joke!

Grandfather: Aye, it may be a joke to you, but it's his nose. He can't help having a hideous great hooter! And his poor little head, trembling under the weight of it!

Grandfather: Hullo.

John: He can talk then, can he?

Paul: 'Course he can talk. He's a human being, isn't he?

Ringo: Well if he's your grandfather, who knows! Ha ha ha!

Norm: Now you've got about an hour, but don't leave the theater. Where are you going, John?

John: [with a dancing girl] She's gonna show me her stamp collection.

Paul: [also with a girl] So's mine.

Norm: John, I'm talking to you! This final run-through is important, understand? IMPORTANT!

[John snorts like a pig, then leaves]

Grandfather: I want a cup of tea!

Norm: Uh, Shake?

Shake: [reaching for a guitar] Um... I've got to adjust the decibels on the imbalance, Norm.

Norm: Clever. George?

[George puts his fingers in his ears]

Norm: Ringo, look after him, will you?

Ringo: Ah, Norm!

Norm: Do I have to raise my voice?

Ringo: All right. Come on, Granddad.

[mumbling]

Ringo: I'm a drummer, not a wet nurse, you know?

Grandfather: It's your nose, you know. Fans are funny that way, they take a dislike to things. They'll pick on a nose.

Ringo: Aw, you pick on your own.

Grandfather: It's my considered opinion that you're a bunch of sissies.

John: You're just jealous.

Norm: Leave him alone, Lennon... or I'll tell them all the truth about you.

John: You wouldn't.

Norm: Oh, I would, though.

Ringo: It's the Circle Club.

Paul: [reads aloud the invite] "The management of the Circle Club takes pleasure in requesting the company of Mr. Richard Starkey - that's you - to their gaming rooms. Chemin de Fer, Baccarat, and Champagne buffet".

Ringo: They want me.

John: It's gotten around you're a big spender.

Norm: [snatches the card from Paul] Well, you're not going.

Ringo: Aww!

Grandfather: [snatches the card from Norm] Quite right. Invites to gambling dens full of easy money and fast women. Chicken sandwiches and carts full of caviar. Disgusting!

Ringo: That's mine!

Paul: Yeah, where's the old mixer?

Grandfather: Here, Paulie.

Paul: I've got a few words to say to you, two-faced John McCartney.

John: Oh, leave him alone. He's back, isn't he? He can't help being old.

Paul: What's being old got to do with it? He's a trouble-maker and a mixer, that's good enough for me!

John: You should have gone west to America. You would have been a senior citizen of Boston. But you took a wrong turn, and what happened? You're a lonely old man from Liverpool.

Grandfather: But I'm clean.

John: Are you?

[playing baccarat]

Grandfather: My turn? Er... bingo!

Croupier: Pas "bingo," monsieur. "Banco."

Grandfather: Ah, I'll take the little darlin's anyway.

Casino Manager: Before you go, gentlemen, there's a little matter of the bill.

Norm: I'll take care of that.

[Norm take a look at the bill]

Norm: [shocked] Hundred eighty pounds?

Casino Manager: I beg your pardon. Guineas.

Casino Croupier: Your winnings, my Lord. One hundred and ninety pounds.

[Grandfather is excited, but the manager immediately takes the money from him as payment for the bill]

Grandfather: Where are me change?

Casino Manager: Cloakroom charge.

Ringo: Oh, well. Easy come, easy go.

[Grandfather and Norm angrly look at Ringo]

Ringo: Well?

Grandfather: [looking at Margaret Nolan's bosom] I bet you're a great swimmer.

John: And we're looking after him, are we?

Grandfather: I'll look after myself.

Paul: Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

John: He's got you worried, then?

Paul: Him? He's a villain, a real mixer. And he costs you a fortune in Breach of Promise cases.

Grandfather: Look, I thought I was supposed to be getting a change of scenery. But so far, I've been in a train and a room, and a car and a room, and a room and a room. Well, maybe that's all right for a bunch of powdered gee-gahs like yourselves, but I'm feeling decidedly strait-jacketed.

Lead makeup woman: What a clean old man!

Grandfather: Ah, don't press your luck.

Grandfather: Well, you got me here so do your worst, but by God, I'll take one of you with me! I know your game. Get me into that tiled room and then out come the rubber hoses!

Police Inspector: Oh, there's a fire, is there?

Grandfather: You ugly, great brute. You have sadism stamped all over your bloated British kisser!

Police Inspector: Eh?

Grandfather: I'll go on hunger strike! I know your caper. The kidney punch and the rabbit clout. The third degree and the size twelve boot ankle tap.

Police Inspector: What's he on about?

Grandfather: I'm a soldier for the Republic! You'll need the mahogany truncheons on this boyo.

[Grandfather and Ringo are held in a police station]

Grandfather: Have they roughed you up yet?

Ringo: What?

Grandfather: Oh, they're a desperate crew of drippings, and they've fists like mature hams for pounding poor defenseless lads like you. One of us has got to escape. I'll get the boys. Hold on, son, I'll be back here.

Ringo: For me?

Grandfather: And if they get you on the floor, watch out for your brisket.

Ringo: They seem all right to me.

Grandfather: Ah, sure, that's what they want you to think. All coppers are villains.

Police Inspector: Would you two like a cup of tea?

Grandfather: See, *sly* villains.

Ringo: Funny, really, 'cause I'd never thought of it, but being middle-aged and old takes up most of your time, doesn't it?

Grandfather: You're only right.

Grandfather: Hey, Paulie, they're trying to fob you off with this musical charlatan. But I gave him the test.

T.V. Director: I'm quite happy to be replaced.

Grandfather: He's a typical buck-passer.

[first lines]

Narrator: For some odd reason, lost in the mists of time, there's an extraordinary shortage of last names in Wales. Almost everyone seems to be a Williams, a Jones, or an Evans. To avoid widespread confusion, Welsh people often add an occupation to a name. For example, there was Williams the Petroleum, and Williams the Death. There was Jones the Bottle, and Jones the Prize Cabbage... which described his hobby and his personality. Evans the Bacon, and Evans the End of the World. But one man's name was a puzzle, and it wasn't until I was 10 years old that I asked my grandfather about the man with the longest and most enigmatic name of all.

Grandfather: [to the narrator at age 10] The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill but Came Down a Mountain? Now there's a long name for you. And a long story. You are not going to fidget, are you? For this is a story... an epic story. Yes, epic.

Grandfather: [narrating] The truth is that, while we Welsh like to believe that it was the mountains that beat the successive invaders, it was really the weather that comes with mountains. It was the rain that defeated every invader. Yes, simple rain.

Grandfather: All this fuss over what? Is it a hill, is it a mountain? Perhaps it wouldn't matter anywhere else, but this is Wales. The Egyptians built pyramids, the Greeks built temples, but we did none of that, because we had mountains. Yes, the Welsh were created by mountains: where the mountain starts, there starts Wales. If this isn't a mountain - well, if this isn't a mountain, then Anson might just as well redraw the border and put us all in England, God forbid.

[last lines]

Grandfather: And so it was that Betty and Anson stayed the night on Ffynnon Gawr. Now you know what the Welsh say about people who stay on mountain peaks at night, don't you? They become poets, madmen, very very wise, or...

[band playing, procession, cheering]

Grandfather: And when they descended, it was to announce that Ffynnon Gawr was indeed a mountain, of one thousand and two feet, and that they were engaged to be married. Yes, it was an odd courtship, but one befitting a man who went up a hill but came down a mountain.

[cheering]

Narrator: And should you think this is just a shaggy dog story told by a senile man to his impressionable grandson, I'd ask you to come to South Wales, to the village where I was born, and as you drive north from Cardiff, look for the first big hill. Not just a hill, but a mountain, and the children of the people who built it. However, just before this film was made, the mountain was remeasured and found to be nine hundred and ninety-seven feet, thus the mound had settled back into a hill.

Rev. Robert Jones: [from the grave monument] A hill?

[sighs]

[first lines]

Grandfather: [whispering to boy aiming rifle] I am a stone. I do not move. Very slowly, I put snow in my mouth. Then he won't see my breath. I take my time. I let him come closer. I have only one bullet. I aim at his eye. Very gently, my finger presses on the trigger. I do not tremble. I have no fear. I'm a big boy now. Ready Vassili? Now, Vassili, fire!

Emilie: And you've never done a brave thing in your life?

Grandfather: Maybe there are different ways to be brave. Did you know the French have the best carrier pigeons? And this could be the difference in the war - our messages getting through.

Emilie: I don't want to hear about the birds.

Grandfather: They are released at the front and told to go home - this is all they know. But to get there they must fly over war. Can you imagine such a thing? Here you are flying over so much pain and terror - and you know you can never look down. You have to look forward or you'll never get home. I ask you - what could be braver than that?

[first lines]

Grandfather: I never dreamed that the life of my grandsons, which began with such love and comfort, would turn to see so much violence and bloodshed. This is their story as it was told to me.

Grandfather's Friend: What I mean to say is, suppose the kid did nothing wrong. What would you do? What then?

Grandfather: I'd find an excuse and give him a beating every other week. So he wouldn't forget.

[from trailer]

Grandfather: Como se alguém pudesse perdoar alguém...

Grandfather: Go Sleep Bob