100 Best Kenneth Branagh Quotes

Bouc: He accuses everyone of murder.
Hercule: It is a problem, I admit.

Hercule: If there was a murder; then, there was a murderer. The murderer is with us - on the train - now.

Hercule: [observing a couple] Ah, love. It is not safe.

Hercule: I have the advantage. I can only see the world as it should be so the imperfections stand out.

Niels: Is it big enough?
J. Robert Oppenheimer: To end the war?
Niels: To end all war.

Hercule: I'm sorry to wake you, Madama Contessa.
Countess: I'm always awake at night. In the day I sleep. Some fear darkness; but, I cannot stand the light.

Tulio: Miguel wake up. We found it!
Miguel: We did? Where?
Tulio: Here.
Miguel: What, behind the rock?
Tulio: Nope, here.
Miguel: But, but... *give* me that!
[snatches the map from Tulio's hands]
Miguel: I... this... can't be...
Tulio: Apparently, "El Dorado" is native for... GREAT... BIG... ROCK!
[echo: Rock... rock... rock...]
Tulio: But I'll tell you what: I'm feeling generous today, so *you* can have *my* share!
Miguel: You don't think that... that Cortes could've gotten here before us and... and...
Tulio: And what? Taken all the *really* big rocks? The SCOUNDREL!
Miguel: Tulio! We... we've got to think about this, I... I mean we come all this way and...
Tulio: Get... on... the horse!
[Miguel sighs and makes a pitiful face]
Tulio: No, no, no, not with the face. Stop.

Miguel: Pff! What makes you think we need your help?
Chel: [imitating Miguel] Kkh Kkh! Are you serious?
[Altivo the horse starts laughing]

[after using a spell to mend Harry's broken arm, Lockhart inadvertently removes all the bones in it]
Gilderoy: Ah... yes, well, that can sometimes happen. Um, but, uh, the point is, uh, you can no longer feel any pain. And, very clearly, the bones are not broken.
Hagrid: Broken? There's no bones left!
Gilderoy: Much more flexible, though.

Viktor: Regret. It piles up around us like books we never read.

Niels: We have to make the politicians understand this isn't a new weapon. It's a new world. I'll be out there doing what I can but you, you are an American Prometheus. The man who gave them the power to destroy themselves. And they'll respect that. And your works really begins soon.

Niels: The power you are about to reveal will forever outlive the Nazis, and the world is not prepared.
J. Robert Oppenheimer: You can't lift the stone without being ready for the snake that's revealed.
Niels: We have to make the politicians understand, this isn't a new weapon, it is a new world.

Miguel: You don't think... Cortes could have got here before us and...
Tulio: And what? Taken all the *really* big rocks? The scoundrel!

Niels: [From Trailer] You are the man who gave them the power to destroy themselves. And the world is not prepared.

Miss: To a man with a hammer, every problem is a nail. You live crime. You see evil every day.
Hercule: Not so. I see enough crime to know that the criminal act is the anomaly. I believe it takes a fracture of the soul to murder another human being.

Miguel: Tulio, you worry too much.
Tulio: No, I worry exactly the right amount. You can never worry too much!

Hercule: Ah, Mrs Hubbard, I'm sorry to have kept you. You have a head full of steam and a mouth full of words.
Caroline: You're goddamn right, I do.

Hercule: [thinking as he walks through the train towards the bar car] My Dear Colonel Armstrong, finally, I can answer your letter, at least with the thoughts in my head and the feeling in my heart that somewhere you can hear me. I have now discovered the truth of the case and it is profoundly disturbing. I have seen the fracture of the human soul. So many broken lives, so much pain and anger giving way to the poison of deep grief, until one crime became many. I have always wanted to believe that man is rational and civilized. My very existence depends upon this hope, upon order and method and the little grey cells... but now perhaps I am asked... to listen instead... to my heart.
[pauses]
Hercule: [addressing the passengers in the bar car] Ladies and gentlemen, I have understood in this case that the scales of justice... cannot always be evenly weighed. And I must learn for once, to live with the imbalance. There are no killers here, only people who deserve a chance to heal. The police have accepted my first solution to the crime: the lone assassin who made his escape. I will leave the train here to conclude formalities. You are all free to go. May you find your peace with this... May we all.
[exits train]

Chel: Oh, then I suppose you'll be wanting these back?
[produces dice in her hand]
Tulio: [pats pockets, shocked] Hey... how'd you get those?
Miguel: [raising eyebrows] WHERE was she KEEPING them?

Miguel: I am Miguel.
Tulio: And I am Tulio.
[They dismount, Miguel's foot gets tangled in the reins]
Miguel: And they call us Miguel and Tulio!

Chel: Hello...
Tulio: Get back mortal!
Miguel: Beware the wrath of the Gods! Be Gone! Kkh kkh!
Tulio: Back mortal, before we strike you with a lightning bolt!
Chel: [calmly] Save it for the High Priest, honey, you're gonna need it.

Bouc: This is my dear old friend, the esteemed Poirot, who I knew before the esteem. Hercule Poirot, this is...
Hercule: A prostitute.
Bouc: She is.
Prostitute: I am!

Bouc: You have to find who did this. Please, I implore you, on behalf of the Orient Express. When the police arrive, you present them with a case closed. You are the only one who can save me.
Hercule: Your faith touches me, mon cher. But, I must have this rest.
Bouc: Well, think of it as a little beachside puzzle. That's nothing to your mind! You, you look up the antecedents of the passengers, you establish their bona fides and then you do what you do.

Hercule: Sir, I need you pass key immediately. We need to find a uniform and a red kimono!

British: How did you know it was him, sir? From just a tiny crack on the wall?
Hercule: I have the advantage. I can only see the world as it should be. And when it is not the imperfection stands out like the nose in the middle of a face. It... it makes most of life unbearable, but it is useful in the detection of crime.
British: But it's as though you see into their hearts and divine their true natures.
Hercule: And whatever people say, there is right, there is wrong. There is nothing in between.

Chel: Go ahead, I'll cover for you.
Miguel: Oh, good! Thanks.
[Tries to step outside without Tulio noticing]
Miguel: So, what happened to Altivo?
Chel: I don't know.
[Miguel takes off. Tulio walks past Chel singing]
Tulio: ...Hey. What happened to Miguel?
Chel: I don't know.
Tulio: Oh my God! He's gone! Miguel's gone, he's loose! What am I gonna do!
[throws himself on the couch]
Tulio: Ah, oh-ho no, no!
[sobs]

Viktor: Trust. Truth. I think it's like most opinions - best unexpressed.

Tulio: Miguel and Tulio!
Miguel: Tulio and Miguel!
[Together]
Miguel: Mighty and powerful Gods!
Chel: Hello.
[both squeal]

Miss: [recognizes Poirot on a boat] I know your mustache... from the papers. You're the detective, Hercules Poirot?
Hercule: *Hercule* Poirot. I do not slay the lions.

Commander: Cut her loose and push her off! We can't let her sink at the mole! Push that bloody boat off!

Hercule: I prefer to understand why a clue is left, rather than what the object is.

Miguel: We'll follow that trail!
Tulio: What trail?
Miguel: [chopping at vines with sword] The trail that we blaze!
[the vines fall down revealing a solid wall of rock; long pause]
Miguel: [pointing] THAT trail that we blaze...

Miguel: Look! El Dorado! The city of gold! This could be our destiny! Our fate!
Tulio: Miguel, if I believed in fate, I wouldn't be playing with loaded dice.

Commander: Well, I'd rather face waves than dive-bombers.

Viktor: You Americans like to think of yourselves as direct, but I wonder if perhaps you are just rude.
Jack: You Russians think of yourselves as poets but perhaps you're just touchy.

Hercule: [angrily to MacQueen] You tried to burn Ratchett's accounts! But, they are still legible in places the math does not tally! Because you have been stealing from him! It is full of - deh - deh - deh...
[to Bouc]
Hercule: [impatiently] What is den English? Deh English word - deh - deh - deh chocolata?
Bouc: The fudge?
Hercule: [furiously to MacQueen] THE FUDGE! IT IS FULL OF THE FUDGE!

Hercule: Have you ever been to America?
Edward: Once. Years ago, briefly.
Hercule: For what purpose?
Edward: To confirm a suspicion.
Hercule: Which was?
Edward: That I wouldn't like it.

Miguel: [trying to make up an excuse why the ship needs to be redone] I have BEEN around boats, believe me! And that, uhm, the... pointy, tall... uhm... the long up and down thingy...
Chief: The mast?

Commander: Seeing home doesn't help us get there, Captain.

Viktor: The attack is coming, Jack. You can't stop it.

Tulio: What is the object of this game *pray tell*?
Chel: You gotta knock the ball through the hoop.
Miguel: What hoop?
Chel: *That* hoop.

Bouc: You know, with your books and your capers, you are missing out on romance.
Hercule: Romance never goes unpunished.

[Bolton and Winnant are having a heated discussion about the evacuation]
Captain: They need to send more ships. Every hour, the enemy pushes closer.
Commander: They've activated the small vessels pool.
Captain: Small vessels?
Commander: It's a list of civilian boats for requisition.
Captain: Civilian? We need destroyers!
Commander: Small boats can load from the beach.
Captain: Not in these conditions!
Commander: Well, I'd rather fight waves than dive-bombers.
Captain: [Beat] No, you're right. They won't get up in this. The Royal Engineers are building piers from lorries. At least that should help us when the tide comes back.
Commander: Well, we'll know in six hour's time.
Captain: I thought the tides were every three?
Commander: Then it's good that you're Army and I'm Navy, isn't it?

Hercule: The crime is murder. The murderer is one of you. I have investigated many crimes, but this has altered the shape of my soul. I am detective Hercule Poirot, and I will deliver your killer.

Caroline: [Hubbard gasps as Poirot almost runs into her as he boards train] Oh!
Hercule: Apologies, madame, I meant no disrespect.
Caroline: [says flirtatiously] Well, you could try to mean a little.
[chuckles]

[Tulio, Miguel and Altivo have finally, after much effort, all gotten into the rowboat and avoided getting run over by any of the ships]
Tulio: Did any of the supplies make it?
Miguel: Um, well, yes and no.
[Tulio: Altivo is eating the few supplies that did make it]
Tulio: Oh, great!
Miguel: Hey, Tulio, look on the positive side: at least things can't get...
[a thunder clap. It starts pouring rain]
Tulio: Excuse me, were you about to say "worse"?
Miguel: No.
Tulio: No? You're sure?
Miguel: Definitely not, I'm going to revise that whole thing.
Tulio: Yeah. We are at least in a rowboat.
Miguel: We are in a rowboat.
[the boat drifts away to reveal the sharks following it]

Miguel: Tulio! Tulio, we've done it!
Tulio: Is that the map?
Miguel: It's all right here!
Tulio: You *still* have the *map*?
Miguel: The whistling rock! The stream!
Tulio: You kept the map but you couldn't manage to grab a little more FOOD?
Miguel: Even those mountains! You said it yourself, it could be possible, and it is! It really *is* the map to El Dorado!
[pause]
Tulio: You drank sea water, didn't you?

Cortes: My crew was chosen as carefully as the Disciples of Christ, and I will not tolerate stowaways. You will be flogged. And when we put in to Cuba to resupply, *God willing*, you will be flogged some more. And then enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of your miserable lives. To the brig!
Miguel: All right! Cuba.

Gilderoy: [whilst flying out of the Chamber of Secrets with Fawkes, Harry, Ron, and Ginny] AMAZING! This is just like magic!

Tulio: What's happening here?
Miguel: We're both in barrels. That's the extent of my knowledge.

Hercule: There was right. There was wrong. Now there is you. I cannot judge this. You must decide.

Hercule: The killer is mocking me. Good. His first mistake.

Hercule: [Delivering the results of his investigation of Salome Otterbourne] She drinks to excess twice a week or more, she smokes cigarettes of various compositions, and I believe that at least 2 of her marriages were not, I think, strictly legally ended. But she is a magnificent personality.

Gilderoy: [they find the Basilisk skin] What's this?
Gilderoy: It looks like a... snake.
Harry: It's a snake *skin*.
Ron: Bloody hell. Whatever shed this must be 60 feet long, or *more*.
Ron: [Lockhart passes out]
[to Harry, sarcastically]
Ron: Heart of a lion, this one.
Gilderoy: [to Harry and Ron after grabbing Ron's wand] The adventure ends here, boys. But don't fret. The world will know our story. How I was too late to save the girl. How you two tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body.
[points wand to Harry]
Gilderoy: So... you first, Mr. Potter. Say goodbye to your memories. Obliviate!
[he gets pulled backwards and thrown hit into a rock wall knocking him out which causes loose rocks to fall and block the path between Ron and Harry]
Ron: Harry!
Harry: Ron! Are you okay?
Ron: I'm fine.
Gilderoy: Hello. Who are you?
Ron: Um... Ron Weasley.
Gilderoy: Really! And, uh, wh-who am I?
Ron: [to Harry] Lockhart's memory charm backfired! He hasn't got a clue who he is!
Gilderoy: [he picks up a rock] It's an odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here?
Ron: No.
Gilderoy: Really?
[Ron knocks Lockhart unconscious with the rock]
Ron: [to Harry who's on the other side of the rockslide] What do I do now?
Harry: You wait here and try and shift some of this rock so we can get back through. I'll go on and find Ginny.
Ron: Okay.

Commander: The enemy tanks have stopped.
Captain: Why? Why waste precious tanks when they can pick us off from the air like fish in a barrel?

Tulio: Any last words?
Miguel: I will cut you to ribbons!
Tulio: Fool! Such mediocrity! Let your *sword* do the talking!
Miguel: I will, it will be loquacious to a fault!

Miguel: [quietly, obviously hurting, to himself] Forget Miguel? Well... forget Tulio.

Hercule: [from the trailer] The murderer is here... and will stay here.

Edward: You are a strange, peculiar man.
Hercule: I am of an age where I know what I like and what I do not like. What I like, I enjoy enormously. What I dislike, I cannot abide. For instance, the temporary pleasantries before what is determined to be a business discussion.
Edward: You're fun.

Hercule: Bring forth the accused. The Rabbi. The Priest. And the Imam. It is like the - eh - the old joke. Yes? The Rabbi, the Priest, and the Imam. Ma, non. Forgive me, I am Belgian.

Hercule: I see evil on this train.

Hercule: Flirtation, however delightful, will have no effect.

Hercule: You tell your lies... and you think no one will know. But there are two people who will know. Yes, two people. Your God... and Hercule Poirot... It is time to solve this case.

Caroline: I woke up in the dark and I knew there was a man in my room.
Hercule: You are certain it was a man?
Caroline: I know what it feels like to have a man in my bedroom.

Hercule: You were fond of him?
Hector: I was fond of his money.

Hercule: I am tired. I have earned myself a little holiday. I want to look at paintings and have too much time on my hands.

Viktor: Partnerships are delicate, Mr. Ryan. Sometimes they end violently.

[after an avalanche derails the train]
Hercule: [crawls out of his compartment] Did we die?

Tulio: Look, change of plans. We have to grab what we can and go.
Miguel: What? Why?
Tulio: Because the High Priest is NUTS!

Miguel: You fight like my sister!
Tulio: I've fought your sister. That's a compliment.

Rear: Publicly, Churchill's told them Bras dessous. Arm in arm, leaving together.
Commander: And privately?
Rear: We need our army back.

Commander: The tide's turning now.
Captain: How can you tell?
Commander: The bodies are coming back.

Captain: [Bolton is looking through his binoculars, seeing the civilian ships arrive] What do you see?
Commander: [smiling] Home.

Bouc: And yet, the best things on the train are not food. You know there's something about a tangle of strangers pressed together for days on end with nothing in common but the need to go from one place to another, then never to see each other again. Boredom plus anonymity plus a... constant gentle rocking.
Hercule: With your hobbies you will never amount to anything.
Bouc: God, I hope so. Hmm.

Tulio: The little voice, remember? Just imagine for a moment that you have one. Now, what would it be saying about Chel?
Miguel: Um...
[purrs]

Commander: You can practically see it from here.
Captain: What?
Commander: Home.

Tulio: [sighs] Well, it was nice working with you, partner.
Miguel: Tulio, I just want you to know... I'm sorry about that girl in Barcelona.

Hercule: You know, there is something about a tangle of strangers pressed together for days with nothing in common but the need to go from one place to another and never see each other again.

Hercule: [Addressing MacQueen] The train is full. I think that we are, how do you say... 'bunkies.'
[Long pause. MacQueen says nothing]
Hercule: I am equally disappointed in you. This is nice!

Tzekel: I know what you are, and I know what you are not. And you are *not* Gods!
Tulio: You're not a God? You lied to me? How dare you!
Miguel: [to Tzekel-Kan] Hey, it was *his* stupid plan!
Tulio: *My* plan was that we should *lie low*! But *your* plan was to run off! And be all, "Oh, look at me, look at me, I'm a God!"
Miguel: That's not true!
Tulio: No? Who are you kidding? You're buying your own con!
Miguel: At least I'm not *dating* mine!
Tulio: I...! Oo, low blow. Listen, mister high-and-mighty, we'd both be sailing out of here with a mountain of gold if you had *just listened* to me!
Miguel: Well, now you have all the precious gold *and* Chel! So what do you need *me* for?
[pushes Tulio]
Tulio: [pushing back] Well, maybe I *don't* need you anymore!
Miguel: Fine! So why don't you just *go* back to Spain, and I'll stay here, and we'll *both* get what *we* want!
Tulio: That's fine with me, pal!
Miguel: *Fine* with me too!
Tulio: Fine!
Tulio,1004: All RIGHT!
[they both punch Tzekel-kan]

Tulio: Wait a minute, new plan: we find the city of gold, we *take* the gold, and THEN we row back to Spain!
Miguel: And buy Spain!

[after the attack on Mrs. Norris]
Professor: If I might, Headmaster. Perhaps Potter and his friends were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, the circumstances are suspicious. I, for one, don't recall seeing Potter at dinner.
Gilderoy: I'm afraid that's my doing, Severus. You see, Harry was helping me answer my fan mail.

[Tulio is banging his head against the wall in the brig]
Miguel: So how's the, uh... how's the escape plan coming?
[Tulio stops banging his head]
Tulio: Wait! I'm getting something!
[pauses, then goes back to banging his head on the wall]

Gilderoy: Let's have a volunteer pair. Potter, Weasley, how about you?
Professor: Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox.

Viktor: [In Russian] It was always for Russia.
The: So is this.
[He shoots Viktor]

[Tzekel-Kan is about to perform a human sacrifice]
Tulio: [in an undertone to Miguel] I don't like this.
Miguel: Tulio, we've got to do something!
[Tzekel-Kan raises his axe]
Tulio: Stop! This is not a proper tribute!
[Miguel catches the intended victim and drags him away from the cliff edge]
Tzekel: [confused] You do not want the tribute?
Miguel: No no, we want tribute, it's just that, um... Tulio, tell him.
Tulio: The stars are not in position for this tribute!
Miguel: Like he said! Stars!... Can't do it... Not today.

Miguel: Oh, come on!
Tulio: I'm not coming on!

Hercule: [having just stepped in animal droppings with one of his shoes] It is not the, uh... it is the imbalance of the...
[steps with his other shoe in the droppings]

Hercule: The romance of the desert has the power to seduce. I ask you: have you ever loved so much, been so possessed by jealousy, that you might kill?

Niels: The important thing isn't can you read music, it's can you hear it. Can you hear the music, Robert?
J. Robert Oppenheimer: Yes, I can.

[Miguel and Tulio are stranded in the boat, together with Altivo]
Miguel: Tulio, did you ever imagine it would end like this?
Tulio: The horse is a surprise...
Miguel: Any... regrets?
Tulio: You mean besides dying? Yeah. I never... had enough... gold.
Miguel: My regret, besides dying is... our greatest adventure is over before it began, and no one will even remember us.
Tulio: Well, if it's any consolation, Miguel, you... made my life... an adventure.
Miguel: And if it's any consolation, Tulio, you made my life... rich.

Tuilo: All right. Here's the plan. In the dead of night, you and I grab some provisions, hijack one of those... one of those longboats... and then, we... row back to Spain like there's no mañana!
Miguel: [pauses] Back to Spain, yeah?
Tuilo: Yeah.
Miguel: [uncertainly] In... a rowboat.
Tuilo: Yeah!
Miguel: [sarcastically] Great. Sensational. That's your plan, is it?
Tuilo: That's... pretty much it, yeah.
Miguel: [delighted] Well, I like it! So, how do we get on deck?
Tuilo: [pauses, deep breath] In the dead of night, you and I grab some provisions, hijack one of those... longboats...

[after seeing a skeleton on the beach]
Tulio: All in favor of getting back in the boat, say aye.
Miguel: Aye!

Hercule: I have my Dickens!
Bouc: Damn your Dickens!

Hercule: Whatever people say, there is right. There is wrong. There is nothing in-between.

Captain: [sighs, boards the evacuation ship] Churchill got his 30,000.
Commander: And then some. Almost 300,000...
[closes the barrier in front of him to the ship]
Commander: ... so far.
Captain: [looks up at Bolton] So far?
Commander: I'm staying. For the French.

Hercule: My name is Hercule Poirot and I am probably the greatest detective in the world.

Hercule: We seek the truth from within, not without.

Hercule: How many great stories are tragedies?

Miguel: Altivo! Hey, Altivo! You want the nice apple? Come and get it! But, you have to do a trick for me first! All you have to do, is find a pry bar. It's a long piece of metal with a hooky thing at the end.
Tulio: Miguel, you're talking to a horse!
Miguel: Yes, that's it Altivo. Find the pry bar!
Tulio: Yes, "find the pry bar". He doesn't understand "pry bar"! He's a dumb horse, there's no way he could understand...
[Altivo drops keys into the brig]
Tulio: Well... it's *not* a pry bar.