The Doctor Quotes in G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra (2009)

The Doctor: Now that we have a moment to ourselves, I've designed something especially for you, James.

Destro: [shocked] No!

[the Doctor injects nanomites into James McCullen's head]

The Doctor: This will only hurt a little. What comes next, more so. Nanomites, perfect little healers.

[James McCullen's head becomes completely silver]

Destro: I've finally taken my place in the long line of McCullens.

The Doctor: James McCullen is no more. Now you are Destro.

Destro: What have you done to me?

The Doctor: The time has come for the cobra to rise up and reveal himself. You will call me Commander.

The Doctor: Are you ready, Mr. Zartan?

Zartan: Oh I'm ready, doctor. This is going to be the achievement of a lifetime.

The Doctor: Yes, as a master of disguise you have no equal, my friend.

Zartan: [confident] 18 months of studying my target, learning mannerisms but the devil is in the details.

Destro: [interrupts] Gentlemen, let's get it going.

Zartan: One more thing, I'll control my own brain thank you very much... Let's do this.

The Doctor: So far we've created 20 Neo-Vipers. Nineteen stand before you.

Destro: Is it working?

The Doctor: We injected 1,000 cc of the nanomite solution into each subject. When they finally stopped screaming, brain scans showed a complete inactivity of the self-preservation region of the cortex.

Destro: English, Doctor?

The Doctor: They feel no fear. Cortical nerve clusters showed complete inactivity. They feel no pain. Concepts of morality are disengaged. They feel no regrets. No remorse.

Destro: Are they completely obedient?

The Doctor: Of course. The real world applications are endless. So, you tell me, is it working?

Destro: Send a team to rendezvous with Storm Shadow and the Baroness.

The Doctor: Consider it done. The Joes will never know what hit them.

The Doctor: Now, if we sold one warhead on the black market, I could continue my research.

Destro: [interrupts] I appreciate your thirst for knowledge, Doctor, but this world is messy enough. No. What it needs is unification, leadership. It has to be taken out of chaos by someone with complete control. Beijing, Moscow, Washington... When these missiles detonate, the world will turn to the most powerful man on the planet. When I'm finished, the money will take care of itself. You'll be able to do all the research you want.

The Doctor: So you are thinking of giving into the whims of them? Nein! Nein!

The Doctor: No Risk, No Reward.

The Doctor: [Hong Kong version of the "No Risk, no reward" line] Man must depend upon himself.

The Doctor: From now on, errors will be treated with zero tolerance. As an example, I point to the sloppy execution of last week's bank robbery, where one unsightly error nearly set off the alarm... You know what I'm referring to don't you... Li Chin?

Li Chin: It wasn't me, Doctor.

The Doctor: Don't worry... I know it was Wang.

The Doctor: The red one or the blue one?

Kit Li: You sick bastard!

The Doctor: C'mon, I know you can solve this problem. Red or blue? You've got about... 30 seconds...

[insanely]

The Doctor: Ha! Ha! Hah!

The Doctor: Yes, I will eventually kill you, but I assure you you'll be in perfect health when you die.

The Doctor: We got nothing for you, got nothing for anyone.

Jack Scholt: You got any hope?

The Doctor: Where there's life, there's hope son. Courage feeds on her. You boys have been in for a beating, there's no doubt about that. No one's been looking after you, no one has even thought about you. Criminal, sending you up this place, no experience, no training, nothing. Now... now you have got to make a stand, can't budge an inch. You have got to die here. All of us. We have to.

Rosy's Father: Doctor, how is she?

The doctor: Exhausted from coughing. Her fever's getting worse. Looks like diphtheria.

[sighs]

The doctor: She's the 18th case this week. And I'm out of antitoxin.

The doctor: Anchorage, stop. Repeat urgent request - more diphtheria antitoxin, stop. Nome in grave danger, stop. Please help, stop.

Wilbur Ashley: I'm just calm now and peaceful like.

The Doctor: Like morphine beginning to take effect.

The Reverend Dr. Roberts: Or the peace of the heart, after prayer.

The Doctor: [applies alcohol to the native's foot] Kind of stings, hey? You can imagine what it does to the lining of your stomach!

[takes another drink]

The Doctor: Do you happen to know, Mr. Langford, if they brought out my medical supplies?

Mr. Langford: I really couldn't say.

The Doctor: Ohh... seems a shame to waste good whiskey on sterilizing.

Mr. Langford: [after the going away party for Wilbur Ashley] Say, do you fellas drink this much every night?

The Doctor: Unfortunately, no.

The Reverend Dr. Roberts: Far too much alcohol is consumed by the men of this coast. Even you, doctor, must admit that.

The Doctor: Well, it's more healthful to be sober, although perhaps not *quite* so pleasant.

The Doctor: My boy, you don't understand. That's what I'm trying to make you fight! It's a quirk that's become an obsession. It's taking away your reason! It's... affecting your mind!

Mr. Langford: Thanks. I like to be told to my face that I'm a driveling idiot.

Mr. Langford: [Witzel has just sentenced a native man to one year in prison for stealing a rifle] You mean they're going to imprison him a whole year, for practically nothing?

The Reverend Dr. Roberts: The Resident has the power of life or death.

Mr. Langford: But... but, just for taking a rifle?

The Doctor: Yes, but didn't you understand? He shot it off... and, at Witzel!

The Doctor: I've been with you for nearly three years. I think I'm just beginning to know you.

Mr. Harry Witzel: We're getting quite sentimental, aren't we?

The Doctor: No, we're getting quite human.

The Doctor: Another touch of fever?

Mr. Harry Witzel: With the white man, it's always fever. With the natives, its always belly sickness.

The Doctor: I've told you, Witzel, a few months in a temperate climate...

Mr. Harry Witzel: Oh, drop that bedside manner. You aren't talking to Ashley, you're talking to me.

The Doctor: Well, at least I'm glad he's going home.

Mr. Harry Witzel: Yeah, of course, you're glad. It doesn't mean a blasted thing to you that I've got to break in a new jellyfish that they're sending out from the home office. And I know just the type he'll be. Come out here with a whole supply of stiff linen collars and ask me a million asinine questions an hour. "I say, how's the hunting?" "Are the natives friendly?" Then he'll get homesick and go back home and write a book about when you're driving in your motor do you ever stop to ponder where we get the rubber for your tires. I can't stomach any more of them.

The Doctor: If were a younger man, Witzel, I would resent your innuendos.

Mr. Harry Witzel: You wouldn't resent anything with a drink hanging on the end of it.

Skipper of the Congo Queen: Who do you think we see last trip back in Sierra Leone?

Ted - First Mate of the Congo Queen: You know, that short, little Cleopatra.

Wilbur Ashley: Tondelayo.

The Doctor: Tondelayo.

Mr. Harry Witzel: Tondelayo.

Mr. Langford: Well, ha-ha-ha, who is this Tondelayo?

Ted - First Mate of the Congo Queen: Oh, quite an eyeful if you should ask me.

Skipper of the Congo Queen: Up to her tricks again at the convent. You should see the traders, what got religion just to get around there to take a squint at that half-bred.

The Reverend Dr. Roberts: Its the hardest fight we have. As soon as we teach a few women to cook and sew and speak a few dozen words of our language, some white tries to turn her into his own advantage.

Skipper of the Congo Queen: Why shouldn't he?

The Reverend Dr. Roberts: Because the end is always in the beginning. Its always the whites that become the more degraded.

The Doctor: Is it true what Witzel said, about Tondelayo being back?

Mr. Langford: How should I know.

The Doctor: Of course, you do know just who and what she is?

Mr. Langford: Yes, yes, yes.

The Doctor: She knows how to purr her way into your mind and scratch her way out. Always taking and never giving.

Mr. Langford: She's the nearest thing to a civilized woman I've seen in five impossible months.

The Doctor: Oh, please. Listen, my boy, go home. I'm begging you as I would my own son, if I had one. Go home.

Mr. Langford: And hear Witzel say I told you, you'd quit.

The Doctor: There goes the obsession again. Witzel! Witzel! Witzel!

The doctor: How come I've never seen you people before?

Okwe: Because we are the people you do not see. We are the ones who drive your cabs. We clean your rooms. And suck your cocks.

The Doctor: I understand, all right. The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace. Suicide? No, too vulgar. But you can refuse to move, refuse to talk, so that you don't have to lie. You can shut yourself in. Then you needn't play any parts or make wrong gestures. Or so you thought. But reality is diabolical. Your hiding place isn't watertight. Life trickles in from the outside, and you're forced to react. No one asks if it is true or false, if you're genuine or just a sham. Such things matter only in the theatre, and hardly there either. I understand why you don't speak, why you don't move, why you've created a part for yourself out of apathy. I understand. I admire. You should go on with this part until it is played out, until it loses interest for you. Then you can leave it, just as you've left your other parts one by one.

The Doctor: My God, why don't you just die?

Conchita: I don't care how low he is doctor, that was no place to stick your thermometer.

The Doctor: Well obviously he doesn't have a proper tongue - or an armpit, come to that...

The Doctor: My lord, when I heard of Ralph Gower's discovery, I was reminded of this old volume. Mock, sir, if you will. These sages had access to much wisdom.

The Judge: Doctor, witchcraft is dead and discredited. Are you bent on reviving forgotten horrors?

The Doctor: How do we know, sir, what is dead? You come from the city. You cannot know the ways of the country. See... this picture. Did Ralph not describe such a countenance?

The Judge: Perhaps some such thing.

The Doctor: A fiend has been seen hereabouts, hobbling on one leg.

The Doctor: You're going to *Ireland* to dry out?

The Doctor: Oh, look! A female of the species!

[the film's only line of dialogue]

The Doctor: [whispering] Bon... jour...

The Man: [whispering] Bon... jour...