Children of Men
Children of Men is a 2006 dystopian science fiction film loosely based off of P.D. James' 1992 novel The Children of Men. Taking place in the United Kingdom in a future stricken with mass human infertility, it centers around the efforts to secretly smuggle a woman who is, miraculously, pregnant from London to an offshore science team working to save humanity from extinction.
- Same as every other day. Woke up, felt like shit, went to work, felt like shit.
- The Human Project gives this great big dinner for all the scientists and sages in the world. They're tossing around theories about the ultimate mystery, why are women infertile? Why can't we make babies anymore? Some of them say it's genetic experiments, gamma rays, pollution. Same old, same old. Anyway, in the corner, this Englishman's sitting. He hasn't said a word. He's just tucking into his dinner. So they decide to ask him. They say, "Well, why do you think we can't make babies anymore?" And he looks up at them, and he's chewing on this great big wing, and he says, "I haven't the faintest idea," he said. "But this stork is quite tasty, isn't it?"
- Everything is a mythical cosmic battle between faith and chance.
- So, why bother if life's going to make its own choices?
- You know that ringing in your ears? That 'eeeeeeee'? That's the sound of the ear cells dying. Like their swan song. Once it's gone, you'll never hear that frequency again. Enjoy it while it lasts.
- You know, when I started puking, I thought I catch the pest. But then my belly started getting big. Nobody ever told me these things. I never seen a pregnant woman before. But I knew. I felt like a freak. I didn't tell nobody. I thought about the Quietus thing. Supposed to be suave. Pretty music and all that. Then the baby kicked. I feel it. Little bastard was alive. And I feel it. And me, too. I am alive.
- I was 31. Midwife at the John Radcliffe. I was doing a stint in the antenatal clinic. Three of my patients miscarried in one week. Others were in their fifth and sixth month. We managed to save two of the poor babies. Next week, five more miscarried. Then the miscarriages started happening earlier. I remember booking a woman in for her next appointment and noticing that the page seven months ahead was completely blank. Not a single name.
- As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Very odd what happens in a world without children's voices. I was there at the end.
- Usually, there's people trying to get out of Bexhill, not in. Syd doesn't know why you want to get in. Syd doesn't want to know. Syd doesn't care.
- All right. You're fugees now. Show Syd the fugee face. Sad face. Sad fugee face.
- Syd was watching television last night with Mummy. She's a sweet old soul. Dying of cancer. It's heartbreaking. And then the news came on, and you two were on it. Something about a cop killer. Something about a big reward. Syd then finds out the Fishes are looking for you. So Syd thinks, "If the Fishes are looking for you, "and the coppers are looking for you, "you people are first class commodities."
- I was carrying the baby up the stairs. I started crying. I'd forgotten what they looked like. They're so beautiful. They're so tiny. Julian was wrong! She thought it could be peaceful! But how can it be peaceful when they try to take away your dignity?
- The Muslim community demands an end to the Army's occupation of mosques. The Homeland Security bill is ratified. After eight years, British borders will remain closed. The deportation of illegal immigrants will continue. Good morning. Our lead story. The world was stunned today by the death of Diego Ricardo, the youngest person on the planet. Baby Diego was stabbed outside a bar in Buenos Aires after refusing to sign an autograph.
- Theo Faron: I mean, Baby Diego, come on. That guy was a wanker.
- Jasper: Yeah, but he was the youngest wanker on Earth.
- Jasper: Any girls?
- Theo Faron: No.
- Jasper: What about the one we had lunch with? Lauren?
- Theo Faron: Lorna. That was ages ago.
- Jasper: I liked her. What happened?
- Theo Faron: She decided to renounce.
- Jasper: Renouncers? Are those the ones that kneel down for a month for salvation?
- Theo Faron: No. They're the Repenters. The Renouncers flagellate themselves for the forgiveness of humanity.
- Jasper: Oh, right. Dating ain't what it used to be, is it, amigo?
- Jasper: So, Human Project is having this dinner and all the wisest men in the world are there...
- Theo Faron: "Human Project." Why do people believe this crap? You know, even if these people existed with these facilities in secret locations... Fuck me, that's strong. Even if they discovered the cure for infertility, it doesn't matter. Too late. The world went to shit. You know what? It was too late before the infertility thing happened, for fuck's sake.
- Jasper: I was just trying to tell a joke, man.
- Patric: This never fucking happened. Don't go telling tales, cause' we'll be watching you. At work. When you sleep. When you have a piss we'll be watching. All the fucking time.
- Theo: Jeez, your breath stinks.
- Patric: No it doesn't.
- Theo: Yes it does.
- Nigel: That thing in Madrid was a real blow to art.
- Theo Faron: Not to mention people.
- Theo Faron: You kill me. A hundred years from now, there won't be one sad fuck to look at any of this. What keeps you going?
- Nigel: You know what it is, Theo? I just don't think about it.
- Julian Taylor: Kee, this is Theo.
- Kee: What the fuck you staring at?
- Theo Faron: Apparently the pleasure's all mine. Are we planning a sing-along? Good. I'm gonna take a nap.
- Kee: You told me he was suave. Wanker's a drunk.
- Julian Taylor: He's suave. You should have seen him in the old days when he was a real activist.
- Theo Faron: You were the activist, I just wanted to get laid.