Top 30 Quotes From David Oyelowo

Steven: You used an untested drug on your father. I could end your career with one phone call.
Will: Let me save you the trouble. I quit.

Grand: You may have transmitted your warning, Agent, but - in doing so you've given me the last piece of the puzzle. Now this is the trajectory of General Dodonna's fleet, and this is the trajectory of *your* Fulcrum transmission. Taken seperately, they mean nothing. But together...
Agent: Nothing. There's no planet there. The rebels are smarter than you give them credit for.
Grand: A pity you do not study art, Agent Kallus. There is *much* it can show you, if you know where to look. Such as a system which does not appear on Imperial charts, but is represented in the art of the ancient people of this sector. I believe they call this *Atollon*, now the home of your rebel base.
[speaks into comlink]
Grand: Admiral Konstantine, deploy the fleet to these coordinates. We... will join you, shortly.

Steven: [to Will] I swear, you know everything about the human brain except the way it works.

Governor: You disgust me, traitor.
Kallus: The day I betrayed your Empire, Governor, was the day I finally stopped betraying myself.
Governor: You've given up years of service, a promising career, prestige, for what? To join a band of failures who don't stand a chance.

[Kallus is helping Kanan and Ezra escape]
Agent: Now, I just have to make this look convincing.
Ezra: Ok.
[Ezra uses the Force to push Kallus into a console]
Kanan: Ezra!
Ezra: What? That is convincing.
Kanan: Yeah, but I was going to do it.
Ezra: Well, if he's one of us now, you'll get your chance.

Minister: Agent Kallus, I've exhausted every resource to find information about the rebels, but there is nothing to be found! What more does Governor Tarkin expect?
Agent: He *expects* Lothal to be punished, Minister Tua. His own Star Destroyer was demolished by these rebels. He takes that somewhat... personally.
Minister: Now, I've doubled patrols, set up checkpoints, established curfews, I honestly don't know what else to do.
Darth: Perhaps *that* is the problem. You lack imagination, Minister, when it comes to producing results.
Minister: Lord Vader, with all due respect, you and Governor Tarkin are asking for miracles. If the rebels have left Lothal...
Darth: If the rebels have left, then we must draw them back. And if they are here, we must draw them out. We will squeeze Lothal until someone reveals the whereabouts of these traitors.
Minister: I'm sorry, my Lord, I'm merely a public official. I have no experience in such brutal tactics.
Darth: You can explain that to Governor Tarkin when you visit him.
[Turns around to leave the room]
Minister: Visit... him?
Darth: He expects you tomorrow, to account for your failure.
Minister: But I... I'm needed here! I couldn't possibly get away!
Agent: [Following Darth Vader to the door] Not to worry, Minister. Lord Vader and I will manage in your absence.
[Closes the door]

Agent: Your friend Zeb trusted me on the ice moon, I saved Sabine Wren at the Fighter Academy, and now I'm trying to save *you*! But you have to trust me.

Agent: Attention, Rebels. As much as I might like to watch you consumed by the maelstrom before you, I will offer you a chance to surrender, an opportunity for survival.

Zeb: I see you modified it for close-quarters fighting. Impressive. But *you* shouldn't have it. It's not a trophy! Now hold still.
Zeb: I didn't take it as a trophy. The Lasat Guardsman I faced, he... fought well, died with honor. He gave me the rifle before...
Zeb: The Boosahn Keeraw.
Agent: The what?
Zeb: The Boosahn Keeraw. The Lasat warrior way. When one is defeated by a superior foe, he gifts his weapon.

Leo: It's horseshit!
Mervyn: That's not true! Not... all of it is.

Darth: There is a refugee camp. The rebels have provided them aid in the past.
Agent: Yes, Tarkintown they call it. You suspect the rebels are hiding there?
Darth: No. I want you to burn it.

Zeb: Well you can't judge all Lasats as the same.
Agent: Does that sentiment apply to Imperials?
Zeb: All the Imperials I know.

Anna: This is one probably you're gonna regret.
Lawrence: Excuse me?
Anna: My husband's an honorable man. We are not who you think we are.
Lawrence: I think I knew your father.
Anna: Good for you.
Anna: My husband is not my father. Not even close. So if I were you, I would start treating us with a little more respect or I guarantee he will make it his mission in life to ruin you.
[Lawrence turns his head and grins sarcastically]
Anna: This was very disrespectful.

Robert: Mr. Jacobs, please! I am begging you, don't do this!
Steven: It would cost a small fortune to run lab test on all those chimps that would tell me what I already know! That they are contaminated!
Robert: Please, Mr. Jacobs! Lives are at stake! These are animals with personalities, with attachments!
Steven: Attachments?
Robert: Yes.
Steven: I run a business, not a petting zoo. Find the most cost-effective way to put those apes down!

Agent: On Lasan, it... it wasn't supposed to be a massacre. But I realized the Empire wanted to make an example. I know before, I took credit for it.
Zeb: What happened on Lasan-it's over for me. Moved on. By the way, it's Zeb. My name, it's Zeb.
Agent: Short for Garazeb. I know.

Agent: Tell Garazeb Orellios, we're even.

[first lines]
Robert: [administering chimp intelligence test] Okay, okay. Here you go. And let's go again.
[gives Bright Eyes treat and clocks timer]
Will: Which one's this? Number nine?
Robert: Yeah, this is number nine. Bright Eyes, we call her. Are you watching this? This is unbelievable.
[Bright Eyes does the tower fast]
Robert: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Bright: [grabs treat and eats it]
Will: How many moves was that?
Robert: 20.
[Will looks at them and starts to head out]
Robert: Yeah, a perfect score is 15. Doc, what are you giving her?
Will: [heads out] Hey, give that video!
[runs out the hallway and opens the door to Steven Jacobs' office]
Will: Chimp number nine, just one dose.
Steven: [looks at Will and holds a phone down] Aren't I seeing you later?
Will: [puts file on desk] We're good to go.
Steven: I'm going to call you back. Yeah, all right. Thanks. Bye.
Will: The 112. It works.
[walks to a large screen]
Steven: On just the one primate.
Will: One is all we need. Full cognitive recorvery. We're ready.
Steven: Look are you sure you're not rushing this?
Will: I've been working on this for five and a half years. The data is clear. We're ready, Steven. All I need is your approval for human trials.
Steven: For this, you're going to need the board's approval. There's alot of money riding on this, Will. You only get one shot.
Will: One shot is all I need.
Steven: [sighing] All right. But I'll need to see all the research.
Will: [bangs on the desk] You got it.
Steven: And, Will...
Will: Yeah?
Steven: Keep your personal emotions out of it. These people invest in results, not dreams.
Will: Okay.
[leaves office]

Rex: *If* it's a fight you want, I hope you brought a better class of soldier than those... stormtroopers.
Agent: They serve the Empire well, and I have *a great many of them*.
Rex: You're gonna need all of 'em.

Agent: So, maybe you won't die today. But the Empire *will* win. Everyday we recruit more informers, everyday we persuade Rebel sympathizers to reconsider their allegiances.
Zeb: And, everyday, more beings get fed up with the Empire and join us.

Ezra: Look! I'm not happy about it either. For all I know, you're playing a long game to set us up!
Agent: I could say the same to *you*. I suppose, for now, we'll just have to trust each other.

Linda: Mr. Jacobs, it's Linda from Will's team. Something horrible has happened. Franklin is dead - from a viral infection.
Steven: What the hell are you talking about?
Linda: He was exposed to the 113. It does something to people that it doesn't do to apes.

Corporal: Now that white people have accustomed themselves to seeing negro men with guns fighting on their behalf, and even getting the same pay, in a few years perhaps they can abide the idea of negro lieutenants and captains. In fifty years, maybe a negro colonel. In a hundred years, the vote.
Abraham: What will you do after the war, Corporal Clark?
Corporal: Work sir. Perhaps you'll hire me.
Abraham: Perhaps I will.
Corporal: But you should know, sir, that I get sick at the smell of bootblack, and I cannot cut hair.
Abraham: [grins] I've yet to find a man could make a difference with mine.
Private: You got springy hair for a white man.
Abraham: I do. My last barber hanged himself. And the one before that. Left me his scissors in his will.

Agent: I can do more good, here.

Zeb: I'll take my chances with the cold, and whatever we're sharing this hole with. I know what happens to Lasat in an Imperial prison!
Agent: You don't know much. Cooperate, and you'll get a trial.
Zeb: *Right*.

Koba: [Writing on computer board] Jacobs
Steven: [Jacobs laughs] Ha ha ha!

Grand: You have the heart of a Rebel.
Agent: I'll take that as a *compliment*.

[last lines]
Agent: We are getting reports of unrest all over Lothal. There are whispers from Mustafar. Some people see the Empire as weak, vulnerable.
Grand: Not to worry, Agent Kallus. The Emperor has sent an alternative solution.
[Darth Vader appears]

Hera: You're in command of the Ghost now. Take care of her. I will want her back.
[she leaves]
Agent: To think all the times I chased this ship, all the trouble it gave me. And now, I'm in command of it.
Rex: You? Oh, no, no, no. She was talking to me.
Agent: Why would she give the ship to you? I've commanded Star Destroyers.
Rex: Well, I'd say you'd answered your own question, then.

Admiral: I'm certain Governor Pryce is overestimating how organized the Resistance is. While it's true there are pockets of rebellion, there has never been any evidence of a larger scale, galaxy-wide operation.
Grand: And I would like to keep it that way, Admiral Konstantine.
Grand: Grand Admiral Thrawn
Admiral: *Grand* Admiral?
Grand: The Emperor recently promoted me after my victory at Batonn.
Agent: Civilian causalities outnumbered the insurgents at the time.
Governor: Acceptable margins, Agent Kallus, for there are no longer any rebels in that sector.
Grand: Well, Thrawn. What do you think of Governor Pryce's theory about the rebels in the Lothal sector.
Grand: [pulls up Hondo's arrest file] This is a pirate our rebels rescued from Naraka prison; Hondo Ohnaka. Within the last hour the Phoenix Squadron destroyed Mining Guild ships using the Sereeda hyperspace waypoint. Taken separately, they may seem unrelated. But Ohnaka's cellmate was a laborer at our starfighter reclamation plant in the Yarma system. One jump-point away from the Sereeda attack.
Governor: Grand Admiral Thrawn believes the rebels intend to raid the plant, and steal fighters for their fleet.
Grand: Every ship they add to their arsenal increases a threat to our own armada and the Emperor's plans.
Grand: I trust you have a solution?
Grand: I will start my operations here, and pull the rebels apart piece by piece. They'll be the architects of their own destruction.

Cooper: You're ruling my son out for college now? The kid's fifteen.
Principal: Tom's score simply isn't high enough.
Cooper: What's your waistline? 32? With, what, a 33 inseam?
Principal: I'm not sure I see what you're getting at.
Cooper: You're telling me it takes two numbers to measure your own ass but only one to measure my son's future?