Jack the Ripper Quotes in Shanghai Knights (2003)

Jack the Ripper: Nice night for a walk.

[Attack Chon Lin with a sword, she throws him off the bridge]

Chon Lin: Fucking loser!

Jack the Ripper: We don't belong here? On the contrary, Herbert. I belong here completely and utterly. I'm home.

Jack the Ripper: Ninety years ago I was a freak. Today I'm an amateur.

Jack the Ripper: It's catching isn't it, violence.

Jack the Ripper: My mother was rather an atrocious woman in her way, but her many failings did not include raising mentally deficient sons.

[H.G. Wells tracks down Jack the Ripper in the future]

Jack the Ripper: You are, quite literally, the last person on Earth that I expected to see.

[John demonstrates to H.G. that 1979 isn't a social utopia]

Jack the Ripper: The future isn't what you thought. It's what I am!

Jack the Ripper: And at dinner last... century, I thought you'd lost your wits.

Jack the Ripper: Why have you called me here, Netley.

Netley, the Coachman: It's just... you say only three more have to be killed. I don't know if I can do it anymore. It's in all the papers. I'm just a simple chap, sir. I'm not a great man like you. I just don't know where I am anymore.

Jack the Ripper: There, there Netley. I shall tell you where we are. We're in the darkest region of the human brain, a radiant abyss where men go to find themselves.

Netley, the Coachman: I don't understand, sir.

Jack the Ripper: Hell, Netley. We are in hell.

Polly Nichols: [in Jack the Ripper's carriage] That was the thing that was in my dream. What's it called again?

Jack the Ripper: Cleopatra's Needle.

Polly Nichols: Cleopatra, she was a beauty.

Jack the Ripper: They were carved 1450 years before the son of God was born. Six men died bringing it here.

[kills Polly]

Liz Stride: [approaching his carriage carefully] 'ello, sir.

Jack the Ripper: Is anything wrong?

Liz Stride: No sir. For a second, I thought you were someone else.

Jack the Ripper: Oh.

[offers her absinthe spiked with laudanum]

Jack the Ripper: Thirsty?

Liz Stride: [takes it and drinks] Always parched, sir.