The Devil's Advocate (1997 film)
- Directed by Taylor Hackford. Written by Jonathan Lemkin and Tony Gilroy, based on a novel by Andrew Neiderman.
- A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body.
- Eddie Barzoon! Eddie Barzoon! Ha! I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God's creature, right? God's special creature. I've warned him, Kevin. I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game. Like a wind-up toy. Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner. Eddie Barzoon... take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium. These people, it's no mystery where they come from.
You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire. You build egos the size of cathedrals. Fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse. Grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god. Where can you go from there? As we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even bees' honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity... and it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare; it's buy futures, sell futures... when there is no future. We got a runaway train, boy. We got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them is getting ready to fistfuck God's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean, as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to tote up their fucking billable hours. And then it hits home. You got to pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now. Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot and you're screaming for someone to help. But guess what — there's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're God's special little creature. Maybe it's true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.
- Free will, it is a bitch.
- Don't get too cocky, my boy. No matter how good you are, don't ever let them see you coming. That's the gaffe, my friend. You gotta keep yourself small. Innocuous. Be the little guy. You know, the nerd... the leper... shit-kickin' serf. Look at me. Underestimated from day one. You'd never think I was a master of the universe, now would ya?
- Kevin Lomax: Are we negotiating?
- John Milton: Always.
- Kevin Lomax: What about love?
- John Milton: Overrated. Biochemically, no different than eating large quantities of chocolate.
- Alice Lomax: Let me tell you about New York.
- Kevin Lomax: Let me guess.
- Alice Lomax: "Fallen, fallen, is Babylon the great. It has become a dwelling place of demons." Revelation 18. Wouldn't hurt you to look it over.
- Kevin Lomax: Couldn't forget it if I tried.
- Alice Lomax: Oh, really? And what happened to Babylon?
- John Milton: It's your wife, man. She's sick, she needs you; she's got to come first. Ah, wait a minute, wait a minute. You mean the possibility of leaving this case has never even entered you mind?
- Kevin Lomax: You know what scares me? I quit the case, she gets better...and I hate her for it. I don't want to resent her, John, I've got a winner here. I've got to nail this fucker down, do it fast, and put it behind me. Just get it done. Then—then—put all my energy into her.
- John Milton: [impressed] I stand corrected.
- John Milton: You were right about one thing. I have been watching. Couldn't help myself. Watching, waiting, holding my breath. But I'm no puppeteer, Kevin. I don't make things happen. Doesn't work like that.
- Kevin Lomax: What did you do to Mary Anne?
- John Milton: Free will, it's like butterfly wings– one touch and it never gets off the ground. I only set the stage; you pull your own strings.
- Kevin Lomax: What did you do to Mary Anne? [produces and aims pistol at Milton]
- John Milton: A gun? In here?
- Kevin Lomax: Goddamn it, what did you do to my wife!
- John Milton: Well, on a scale of one to 10—10 being the most depraved act of sexual theatre known to man, 1 being your average Friday night run-through at the Lomaxes' household—I'd say, not to be immodest, Mary Ann and I got it on at about...SEVEN.
- Kevin Lomax: FUCK YOU! [empties clip at Milton, all torso strikes]
- John Milton: Whoa! Got me! Damn! Yeah! Come on! Step on up, son! Come on, that's good! Yeah, you got to hold on to that anger, you got to hold on to that fury. That's the last thing to go, that's the final hiding place, it's the final fig leaf.
- Kevin Lomax: Who are you?
- John Milton: Who am I? Who are you? Never lost a case. Why? Cause you're so fuckin' good, yeah...but why?
- Kevin Lomax: 'Cause you're my father.
- John Milton: I'm a little more than that, Kevin. Awfully hot in that courtroom, wasn't it? What's the game plan, Kevin? It was a nice run, Kevin. Had to close out some day. Nobody wins them all.
- Kevin Lomax: What are you?
- John Milton: Aww, I have so many names.
- Kevin Lomax: Satan?
- John Milton: Call me Dad.
- Kevin Lomax: Mary Anne, she knew it. She knew it, so you destroyed her.
- John Milton: You blaming me for Mary Anne? Oh, I hope you're kidding. Come on, Mary Anne in New York? You could have saved her anytime you wanted. All she wanted was love. Hey, you were too fucking busy. Face it, you started lookin' to better-deal her the minute you got here.
- Kevin Lomax: You don't know that, you don't know what we had.
- John Milton: Hey, I'm on your side!
- Kevin Lomax: You're a liar! [starts to leave]
- John Milton: Wait, Kevin, there's nothing out there for you. Don't be such a fucking chump– stop deluding yourself! I told you to take care of your wife. I told you the world would understand. What did you do? [imitates Kevin's voice] "You know what scares me, John? I leave the case, she gets better– then I hate her for it." Remember?
- Kevin Lomax: It was a test! Your test!
- John Milton: Who told you to pull out all the stops on Mr. Gettys?
- Kevin Lomax: You set me up!
- John Milton: And Moyez, the direction you took. Popes, Swamis, snake handlers—all feeding from the same trough. Whose ideas were those?
- Kevin Lomax: It's entrapment! You set me up!
- John Milton: And Cullen! Knowing he was guilty! Seeing those pictures! What did you do? You put that lying bitch on the stand [laughs]
- Kevin Lomax: You PLAYED me!
- John Milton: What did I say to you? WHAT WERE MY WORDS TO YOU? Maybe it was your time to lose. You didn't think so.
- Kevin Lomax: Lose? I don't lose– I win! I win! I'm a lawyer, that's my job, that's what I do!
- John Milton: I rest my case. Vanity is definitely my favorite sin. Self-love, the all-natural opiate. It's not like you didn't care for Mary Ann, Kevin. You were just a little more involved with someone else: yourself.
- Kevin Lomax: You're right. I did it all. I let her go.
- John Milton: Don't be too hard on yourself, Kevin. You wanted something more.
- Kevin Lomax: I let her go and just kept on moving.
- John Milton: You cannot keep on punishing yourself, Kevin. It's awesome how far you've come. I didn't make it easy. Not for you... [Christabella appears] or your sister. Half-sister, to be exact.
- Kevin Lomax: In the Bible, you lose. We're destined to lose, Dad.
- John Milton: Well, consider the source, son.
- John Milton: Your vanity is justified, Kevin. Your son will sit at the head of all tables, my boy! He's gonna set this whole thing free.
- Kevin Lomax: The Anti-Christ?
- John Milton:[laughing] Whatever.
- Kevin Lomax: Why the law? Cut the shit, Dad! Why the lawyers? Why the law?
- John Milton: Because the law, my boy, puts us into everything. It's the ultimate backstage pass. It's the new priesthood, baby. Did you know there are more students in law school than lawyers walking the Earth?
- Kevin Lomax: You made me do it!
- John Milton: No, I don't work that way, Kevin.
- Kevin Lomax: What do you want from me?
- John Milton: I want you to be yourself. You know, I'll tell you, boy. Guilt - it's like a bag of fuckin' bricks. All you gotta do is set it down....Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is that it? God? Well, I tell ya, let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do? I swear, for His own amusement, His own private cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look, but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Aha ha ha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is He doin'? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off. He's a tight-ass. He's a sadist. He's an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never!
- Kevin Lomax: "Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven," is that it?
- John Milton: Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began! I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have! I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections! I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin! All of it! Mine! I'm peaking, Kevin. It's my time now. It's our time.
- Evil has its winning ways.
- The newest attorney at the world's most powerful law firm has never lost a case. But he's about to lose his soul.
- Speak of the devil
- Devil begins and wins.
- Keanu Reeves — Kevin Lomax
- Al Pacino — John Milton
- Charlize Theron — Mary Ann Lomax
- Jeffrey Jones — Eddie Barzoon
- Judith Ivey — Alice Lomax
- Connie Nielsen — Christabella Andreoli
- Craig T. Nelson — Alexander Cullen
- Debra Monk — Pam Garrety