Philip Quotes in Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (2011)

Salaman: You're either with us or against us!

Philip: I'm not with you, neither am I against you!

Salaman: [to Jack] Can he do that?

Jack Sparrow: He's religious, I believe it's required.

Syrena: Philip, I can save you. You need only ask.

Philip: I seek but one thing.

Syrena: And what is that?

Philip: Forgiveness. Were it not for me, you would never have been captured.

Syrena: Ask.

Philip: Forgive me.

[they kiss]

Blackbeard: Bring the mermaid!

Philip: You're killing her.

Blackbeard: I'm a bad man.

Philip: I was wrong. Not every soul can be saved.

Blackbeard: Behold, gentlemen! A man formerly of faith.

Angelica: Every soul can be saved.

Blackbeard: Be that true, young cleric?

Philip: Yes. Though you I see as a bit of a long shot.

Philip: This could be our last night on Earth. You don't want to die a virgin, do you?

Philip: [to Young Alexander] A king isn't born, Alexander, he is made. By steel and by suffering. A king must know how to hurt those he loves. It's lonely. Ask anyone. Ask Heracles. Ask any of them. Fate is cruel. No man or woman can be too powerful or too beautiful without disaster befalling. They laugh when you rise too high. And they crush everything you've built with a whim. What glory they give in the end, they take away. They make of us slaves.

Philip: I'm sure you remember Achilles and the tales of Troy.

Young Alexander: He's my favorite.

Philip: Why?

Young Alexander: Because he loved Patroclus, and avenged his death. Because he lived without fear.

Philip: Some say he was a hotheaded fool, who fought only for himself and not for Greece.

Young Alexander: But he was a hero! The greatest at Troy.

Philip: And his fate?

Young Alexander: That he must die young, with great glory.

Philip: Did he have a choice?

Young Alexander: Oh yes. He could've had a long life, but there would be no glory.

Philip: They say already that Philip is a great general, but *Alexander* is simply great. But if you ever insult me again, I'll kill you.

[after a pause, he smiles]

Philip: I've missed you.

Horse Seller: My noble king, it is a high spirited animal. High spirited and worthy of Philip of Macedon, for three and a half talents. I couldn't possibly make a bigger profit of it, but for you...

Philip: Why would I want such a beast? I already have a wife.

Philip: There's only one thing better than winning a battle, son...

[he kisses a beautiful girl]

Philip: ... and that's the taste of a new woman. You'll find it far sweeter than self-pity.

Attalus: [Raising a toast at Philip's wedding party] To Philip and Eurydice! And to their legitimate son! To Philip...

Alexander: [Alexander throws a wine cup at him] And what am I? You son of a dog. Come then.

Philip: [Attalus throws his cup at Alexander and soon a fight breaks out] Quiet. Shut up! Shut up all of you! This is my wedding, not some public brawl! Apologize, by Zeus, before you dishonor me.

Alexander: You defend the man that calls my mother a whore and me a bastard? And I dishonor you?

Philip: Bah! You listen like your mother. Attalus is family now, same as you.

Alexander: Then choose your relatives more carefully. Don't expect me to sit here and watch you shame yourself.

Philip: Shame?

Attalus: You insult me!

Alexander: I insult you? A man not fit to lick the ground my mother walks on? You dog, questioning your queen!

Philip: Shame? I've nothing to be ashamed of, you arrogant brat! I'll marry the girl if I want, and I'll have as many sons as I want, and there's nothing you or your harpy mother can do about it!

Alexander: Why, drunken man, must you think everything I do and say comes from my mother?

Philip: Because I know her heart, by Hera! And I see her in your eyes. You covet this throne too much. Now! We all know that that she-wolf of a mother of yours wants me dead! Well, you can both dream boy.

Philip: Come Philip, 'tis the wine talking. Leave the boy, it can wait till the morning.

Philip: Now! I command you... apologize to your kinsman.

[Alexander stands in silence looking at Attalus]

Philip: Apologize!

Alexander: He's no kinsman to me. Good night old man, and when my mother remarries, I'll invite you to her wedding.

[Walks away]

Philip: You bastard! You'll obey me. Come here.

[Alexander looks at Philip and continues to walk away, Philip grabs his sword and prepares to attack Alexander, but falls to the ground in a drunken stupor]

Alexander: This is the man who's going to take you from Greece to Persia? He can't even make it from one couch to the next.

Philip: Get out of my palace! You're exiled, you bastard! Banished from the land, you're not welcome here! You're no son of mine!

Attalus: To Philip and Eurydice and to their legitimate sons! To Philip...

[Alexander throws a wine cup at him]

Hephaistion: Alexander, don't...

Alexander: And what am I? You son of a dog. Come then.

[Attalus throws his cup at Alexander and soon a fight breaks out]

Philip: Shut up! Shut up all of you! This is my wedding, not some public brawl!

[Looks at Alexander]

Philip: Apologize by Zeus, before you dishonor me.

Alexander: You defend the man that called my mother a whore and me a bastard? And I dishonor you?

Philip: Ah!You listen more like your mother. Attalus is my family now, the same as you.

Alexander: Then choose your relatives more carefully. Don't expect me to sit here and watch you shame yourself.

Philip: Shame?

Attalus: You insult me!

Alexander: I insult you? Am I not fit to lick the ground my mother walks on?

Philip: Shame?

Alexander: You dog, questioning your Queen.

Philip: Shame? I have nothing to be ashamed of you arrogant brat. I'll marry the girl if I want, and I'll have as many sons as I want, and there's nothing that you or your harpy mother can do about it!

Alexander: Why, drunken man, must you think everything I do and say comes from my mother?

Philip: Because I know her heart, by Hera. And I see her in your eyes. You covet this throne too much. Now we all know that she-wolf for a mother of yours wants me dead. Well, you can both dream boy.

[Grabs his genitalia in a mocking way]

Parmenion: Come Philip, it is the wine talking. Leave the boy, it can wait till the morning.

Philip: Now! I command you, apologize to your kinsman.

[Alexander stands in silence looking at Attalus]

Philip: Apologize.

Alexander: His no kinsman to me. Good night old man, and when my mother remarries, I'll invite you to her wedding.

[Walks away]

Philip: You bastard! You'll obey me. Come here.

[Alexander looks at Philip and continues to walk away, Philip grabs his sword and prepares to attack Alexander, but falls to the ground]

Alexander: [Alexander sees Philip fall] And this is the man who's going to take you from Greece to Persia? He can't even make it from one couch to the next.

Philip: Get out of my palace. Your exiled you bastard. Vanished from the land.You're not welcomed here. You're no son of mine

Philip: Shut your foul mouth, you ten-titted bitch from Hades!

Philip: It's never easy to escape our mothers, Alexander. All your life beware of women. They're far more dangerous than men.

Philip: Let these Greeks see for themselves the way I can walk through my people. Then let them call me tyrant. Bring the main guard in after my entry only.

Philip: There's no glory without suffering and this she will not allow. She makes you weak. The gods have never made it easy for man.Look, Herakles.Even after he accomplished his 12 labors he was punished with madness, slaughtered his three children. Poor Herakles. Great Herakles. All greatness comes from loss. Even you, the gods will one day judge harshly.

Philip: Truth is in our hearts, and none will tell you this but your father. Men hate the gods. The only reason we worship any of them is because we fear worse.

Alexander: What's worse?

Philip: The Titans. If they were ever to be set free it would be a darkness such as we have never seen before.

Alexander: Could they ever come back? Can Zeus imprison the Titans forever under Mount Olympus?

Philip: It's said that when Zeus burned them to dust with his lightning bolt they took the Titans' ashes and, in a cold revenge mixed it with those of mortal men.

Alexander: Why?

Philip: Who knows these things? One day, things will change.Men will change. But first, the gods must change. But all this you'll forget, Alexander. That's why we call them myths. We can't bear to remember them.

Alexander: I'll remember. And one day, I'll be on walls like these.

Philip: You got red on you.

[Shaun tries to get out of Philip's Jaguar]

Shaun: Philip, have you still got the child-locks on?

Philip: Safety first, Shaun.

[Ed is driving Philip's Jaguar very fast, dodging other cars as he tries to escape the zombies]

Philip: [pompously] You *do* realise this is a 20 mph zone?

Ed: [grinning] Oh yeah!

[Philip is crouched beside the car, after being bitten by a zombie]

Philip: You're not driving that car.

[after Philip has been bitten]

Philip: You didn't call the doctor, did you?

Barbara: Well, I thought we ought to be on the safe side.

Philip: I'm quite all right, Barbara, I ran it under a cold tap.

Barbara: I really think...

Philip: We had our jabs when we went to the Isle of Wight.

Barbara: But Philip...

Philip: It's a lot of overblown nonsense, a lot of drug nuts running wild.

Philip: [to Shaun as he's holding his neck after being bitten] You are not driving that car...

Shaun: PHILIP! Give me the car keys...

Philip: You are the most irresponsible person I have ever met.

Gardner: Well, somebody had to be.

Philip: Where's your car?

Gardner: You're drinkin' it!

Philip: Texas is really ugly, you know. I mean, what could anyone possibly like about this state?

Dorman: I like the way it's shaped.

Ida: I really don't understand why anybody will work for you. When... when you're so awful and stupid and not nice.

Philip: I pay him good money.

Philip: What are you trained as?

Ida: Trained as? I'm not a dog.

Ida: I have a letter from the hospital. I don't know what it says, I'm afraid to open it alone. This probably sounds silly. I can do it if you do it with me.

Philip: [motions to the envelope in her hands] Shall I open this?

Ida: Would you?

[Last lines]

Philip: Would you mind if I kissed you first?

Philip: No. No, no, it looks real nice. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. Sorry. I'm just not really good at compliments.

Ida: You should practise doing it more often.

Ida: If I were you, I would get that credit card back before it's too late. You just bought me a very expensive dress.

Philip: Oh. Have I? Good god.

Philip: That was a great left hook your son's got. Boosh!

Ida: He can't hit his father.

Philip: Yeah well, he had it coming. Deserved it!

Philip: Do you really think I'm that angry?

Ida: Yeah. How did you meet your wife?

[on the phone]

Philip: Just remember that in every pothole there is hope. Well, you see, pothole is spelled P-O-T-H-O-L-E. So if you take the P, and add it to the H, the O, and the E, and rearrange the letters... or contrariwise, you remove the O, T, and the L, you get "hope". So, just remember, in every pothole there is hope!

Catherine O'Shaughnessy: I'm not like you, Philip. I'm not one of those people that's only good on the phone. In person you just blame everybody. You made a mistake at the office, you gave out the address! Did I blame you? No! I blamed the Santa Anas! I don't even know what the Santa Anas are!

Philip: They're the dry winds that blow in from the...

Catherine O'Shaughnessy: Oh, shut up!

[Philip gives Mrs. Munchnik her Christmas gift]

Mrs. Munchnik: A fruitcake?

Philip: Yes.

Mrs. Munchnik: Remarkably like the one I gave you last year.

Susan: My psychiatrist thinks we should break up.

Philip: What? I didn't know you were going to a psychiatrist.

Susan: Well I'm not actually going to one. I've been dating one for four months.

Philip: This is so sudden!

Susan: I didn't want to tell you this over the phone, I really wanted to fax you. But you don't even *have* a fax!

[hangs up]

[talking to caller on a suicide hotline]

Philip: May I put you on hold while I run to my desk? Uh... you're not calling from a bridge or holding a weapon, are you?

Hotline Caller: No.

Philip: Good.

Gracie Barzini: [grabs Felix's gun] Now, we have to empty it.

[She starts firing gun randomly around the walls and door]

Philip: [Struggles to grab the gun] Gracie, for God's sake!

Gracie Barzini: I AM EMPTYING IT! I AM SICK OF HIM! I AM PROTECTING US FROM HIM!

Philip: Our intellectual incompatibility is off the charts.

Howard Foxhugh: Philip, are you a millionaire?

Philip: Umm... No?

Howard Foxhugh: Then shut up and keep writing

Philip: Hey. Sorry about your birthday thing the other night. Here.

Doug: What does it mean that every person I know got me wine for my birthday?

Philip: You're an alcoholic?

Doug: I'm not an alcoholic.

Philip: Do you drink at home alone?

Doug: Yeah, sometimes.

Philip: Classic signs of an alcoholic.

Doug: Oh, but wait, I live alone, so of course I drink alone.

Philip: First step is the hardest.

Doug: Apparently the only steps I need are the ones leadin' right to the local liquor store.

Philip: Them's the spirits!

Lee: You were always so sweet to me, at Daddy's legendary Sunday lunches.

Philip: I can still see you sitting on Olivia DeHavilland's lap.

Philip: The last of Sheila should be an A. Hit and run doesn't begin with an A, does it, Tom?

Philip: Darling, I must hang up now. One of my cast is peeing on my leg. Something Garbo never did, even in her moodiest. Bye now.

Philip: Nothing makes any - sense. Something Clinton said, keeps rattling around in the back of my head, if I could remember it.

Philip: Well, I think I'll turn in. I'm almost dead on my feet. So much to do tomorrow and still a few pages to type tonight.

Philip: In these perilous times, one can't be too careful.

Scorpio: [Dictating a letter] I ain't gonna stand for no rotten deal...

Philip: Oh, please, please. Not rotten, sir. Eh, something more, eh, more conservative.

Scorpio: Well? Stinkin'! Say stinkin'. Stinkin' deal. You know, I don't want to be talkin' like no sissy, Philip. Your's truely, Me!

Philip: Whatever it cost my cousin in pain and suffering before he died I will return with full measure upon the woman that caused it.

[Last lines]

Philip: Rachel, my torment.

[First lines]

Philip: [voice over] Did she? Didn't she? Who was to blame?

Philip: The only women allowed in the house were the dogs.

[first lines]

[Ruth is lying in bed as Philip comes into her room, sits on her bed and reaches inside a sock]

Philip: [as Ruth excitedly tries to feel the contents of the sock] Careful!

[Philip takes out a bun covered with white icing and gives it to Ruth]

Ruth: [excitedly taking the bun] Philip!

[Ruth starts eating the bun]

Ruth: [happily] What else did you have for supper?

Philip: I'm afraid we had meatballs, but they weren't very nice so you didn't miss much.

Philip: [looking at the cameras in a shop window] That one there on the left.

Ruth: What would we use it for?

Philip: To take bird pictures with it of course!

Ruth: [excited] You mean like the pheasants hatching out?

Philip: [downcast] No. They'd be hatched out within a few days. It'll take *ages* to buy a camera.

Ruth: Well how much have we got now?

Philip: I don't know. Just over a pound I think.

Ruth: [encouraging] Oh Philip! It won't take long to save! I'm *sure* it won't!

Terry: [climbing a tree with Ruth and Philip] Can you see 'em?

[Ruth notices a bird's nest]

Ruth: [excited] Yes!

Philip: [excited] Gosh look at that!

Ruth: How does it not fall off?

Philip: I don't know. Wood pigeon's nests are always like that.

Terry: [climbing higher up] I've got a better place to watch the eggs from!

Philip: It'll never hold you!

Ruth: Terry be careful!

[Terry edges along a thin branch whilst holding onto an even thinner one]

Terry: [swinging out] Wahoo!

[Ruth screams and Terry laughs as he steadies himself on another thin branch]

Ruth: Terry don't do that!

[Terry laughs and edges along another thin branch, which snaps]

Ruth: [screams] TERRY!

[Terry falls out of the tree and lands on the grass]

Philip: [quickly climbs down and runs over to Terry] Ruth, I'm not quite sure but I think he's alive.

Philip: [as he, Ruth and Terry are running down a hill in the woods] What's your name?

Terry: Terry.

Ruth: Where do you live?

Terry: At the cottage in the euro, down Tanglewoods way.

Philip: Have you got any brothers and sisters?

Terry: No, it's only me and my Mum.

Ruth: Where's your father?

Terry: Ain't got none.

Ruth: What are you collecting flowers for?

Terry: Mum sells them in the town. She's a flower seller.

[Terry points to a nest]

Terry: There you are. There's one of your pheasant's nests.

Mary: What is it Philip that you don't ever like to meet anyone?

Philip: Well, a chap my age has the right to a few peculiarities.

Philip: You want to know everything? Well, believe me you don't. This was an enforcement killing. I mean they were making a statement.

Betty: What statement?

Philip: Are you the girl with the, uh, C scale out of tune?