Neville Quotes in The Omega Man (1971)

[the last man on earth, talking to a bust of Caesar positioned in front of a chessboard]

Neville: Hi. Another day, another dollar.

[later]

Neville: For you, I think it's your move.

[makes drink]

Neville: Join me? Hmm? Miserable schmuck!

[to his own image on the video screen]

Neville: Isn't he? Isn't he a sullen b...

[stops when he hears the "Family" calling him from outside]

Neville: [to the "Family"] SHUT UP! Why the hell can't you leave me alone?

[later, to the bust of Caesar]

Neville: What day is it, anyway? Monday? Huh? The hell it is. It's Sunday. Sunday I always dress for dinner.

Matthias: Definition of a scientist - a man who understands nothing until there was nothing left to understand.

Neville: So, there is a little light in the forest after all.

[after the family has taken Neville into the "little room" for questioning]

Neville: Tell me something, would you? Are you fellas really with the Internal Revenue Service?

Neville: [Neville hallucinates about a dozen payphones ringing simultaneously around him] THERE IS NO PHONE RINGING, DAMMIT!

[the bells stop; he gets a grip on himself]

Neville: There is no phone.

[after Neville tosses her a submachine gun]

Lisa: What's this for?

Neville: Comfort.

Neville: And Speedy Bob Neville - his great legs churning goes speeding across the finish line with a three minute and fifty second mile. Go ahead, let's see some son-of-a-bitch beat that.

Matthias: You are discarded. You are the refuse of the past.

Neville: You are full of crap!

[going mad]

Neville: Is this how it starts? A trip to the laughing academy? No, you silly bastard, it starts with you asking yourself silly questions. OK, let's get cleaned up and get a drink before the bars close.

Black Power Lisa: All right you son-of-a-bitch, you just hold tight. Up against the wall, you mother!

Neville: My name's Robert.

Black Power Lisa: Your name's mud.

Lisa: Don't screw up. I know how to roll, but it's hard on the elbows. And if you just have to play James Bond, I'll bust your ass.

Neville: Yes, ma'am.

Neville: You don't beat the game, you try to make the game beat you.

Neville: In a few minutes you and all your friends will die in the storm, unless...

Nick 'Jester' Chase: Unless what?

Neville: Unless you teach me.

Nick 'Jester' Chase: Teach you what?

Neville: About love and hate... about human pain.

Nick 'Jester' Chase: What are you doing?

Neville: You're a smart boy, why don't you figure it out? No?

Neville: The Jester's finally stumped, I never thought I'd see the day.

Neville: Oh my god! I've killed Harry Potter!

Harry: You're sure about this, Neville?

Neville: Absolutely.

Harry: For an hour?

Neville: Most likely.

Harry: "Most likely?"

Neville: Well, there's some debate among herbologists about its effectiveness in fresh water as opposed to salt water...

Harry: You're telling me this *now*?

Professor Moody: Let's have another curse. C'mon, c'mon.

[Neville's hand slowly goes up, and Moody calls on him]

Professor Moody: Longbottom, isn't it? Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology.

Neville: Th-there's um... the Cruciatus Curse.

Professor Moody: Correct! Correct! Particularly nasty.

[he leads Neville up to his desk and puts the spider down in front of him]

Professor Moody: The torture curse. CRUCIO!

[the spider begins to squeak and writhe in pain. Neville flinches, almost unable to watch as the spider continues to curl itself up in agony]

Hermione: Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? STOP IT!

[Moody lifts the curse, and again palms the spider. Neville is left standing at the desk, looking shell-shocked]

Neville: Amazing! Amazing!

Harry: Neville, you're doing it again.

Neville: What's wrong, Harry? You seem a little tense!

Harry: [through teeth] Do I?

Neville: You know, if you're interested in plants, you should use Goshawk's Guide To Herbology. There's someone in Tibet who's growing gravity resistant trees...

Harry: Neville, no offense, but I really don't care about plants. Now, if there's a Tibetan turnip that will help me breathe underwater for an hour, great. But otherwise...

Neville: I don't know about turnips, but you could always use gillyweed.

Neville: I've killed Harry Potter!

Dorcas: What would you buy if you were bored?

Neville: Uh... a jar of calf's foot jelly.

Neville: Mate, Beijing called. We've got the television rights to their public executions.

Rod McCain: Worldwide?

Neville: Five guys a week, guaranteed.

Rod McCain: Beauty.

Rod McCain: [Discussing the fact that the animals can't be shot] We'll get a tame vet to say they've caught some disgusting disease!

Neville: Pity this isn't Texas

Rod McCain: Why's that?

Neville: We could charge people to do it for us!

Neville: [talking to Anna about Bob Marley] He had this idea. It was kind of a virologist idea. He believed that you could cure racism and hate... literally cure it, by injecting music and love into people's lives. When he was scheduled to perform at a peace rally, a gunman came to his house and shot him down. Two days later he walked out on that stage and sang. When they asked him why - He said, "The people, who were trying to make this world worse... are not taking a day off. How can I? Light up the darkness."

Neville: I like Shrek.

Neville: My name is Robert Neville. I am a survivor living in New York City. I am broadcasting on all AM frequencies. I will be at the South Street Seaport everyday at mid-day, when the sun is highest in the sky. If you are out there... if anyone is out there... I can provide food, I can provide shelter, I can provide security. If there's anybody out there... anybody... please. You are not alone.

[from trailer]

Neville: God didn't do this. We did!

Neville: [to a pretty mannequin in the video store] I... I promised a friend I would say hello to you today.

[begins to cry]

Neville: Please say hello to me.

[sobs]

Neville: Please say hello to me.

Anna: The world is quieter now. We just have to listen. If we listen, we can hear God's plan.

Neville: God's plan.

Anna: Yeah.

Neville: All right, let me tell you about your "God's plan". Seven billion people on Earth when the infection hit. KV had a ninety-percent kill rate, that's five point four billion people dead. Crashed and bled out. Dead. Less than one-percent immunity. That left twelve million healthy people, like you, me, and Ethan. The other five hundred and eighty-eight million turned into your dark seekers, and then they got hungry and they killed and fed on everybody. Everybody! Every *single* person that you or I has ever known is dead! Dead! There is no god!

Neville: What the hell are you doing out here, Fred? Fred, if you're real, you better tell me right now!

Neville: This is Ground Zero. This is my site. I can fix. I can fix this.

[speaking of the mannequin at the DVD store]

Neville: What should I say? You wanna see some infected rats?

[pauses]

Neville: I'll say hello tommorrow.

Neville: Nothin' happened the way it was supposed to happen.

[while the Dark Seekers try to break through a plexiglass door in Neville's laboratory]

Neville: [screaming] I can help. I can save you. I can save everybody.

Neville: Day one thousand and one. We came in close contact with a hive today. Blood tests confirm that I remain immune to both the airborne and contact strains. Canines remain immune to airborne strain only. The vaccine trials continue. I'm still unable to transfer my immunity to infected hosts. The Krippen Virus is... elegant.

[mind wanders]

Neville: Just fishin' in the dark, son.

[after a long pause, going back to his train of thought]

Neville: Behavioral note - an infected male exposed himself to sunlight today. Now it's possible decreased brain function or growing scarcity of food is causing them to... ignore their basic survival instincts. Social de-evolution appears complete. Typical human behavior is now entirely absent.

Neville: [after his outburst scares Anna and Ethan] It's just... I was saving that bacon!

Neville: [to mannequin in video store] Morning, Hank. I'm halfway through the "G's".

Neville: [to Sam] You can't go running into the dark.

Neville: [to Sam] Just how you like it... disgusting!

Neville: Eat your vegetables. Don't just push 'em around, eat 'em. I ain't playin'!

[from trailer]

Neville: I'm not gonna let this happen.

Neville: Come on, Sam. We gotta go.

Neville: I'm listening.

Neville: What did you say to her?

John Truscott: Oh I told Tipong that if you hit her again she should wait till you're asleep and then cut off your testicles with a kitchen knife.

Neville: Welcome back to hell.

[Shakes John's hand]

Reporter: What is your greatest influence?

Neville: Abraham Zapruder.

Reporter: Who?

Neville: Honest Abe never lies.

Reporter: How do you spell that?

Neville: J-F-K.

Neville: Like I always say, I don't know what I like until I see it. And then I *know* I don't like.