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One Battle After Another is a 2025 film about a group of ex-revolutionaries who reunite to rescue the daughter of one of their own when their enemy resurfaces after 16 years.

Directed and written by Paul Thomas Anderson, inspired by the 1990 novel Vineland by Thomas Pynchon.
Some search for battle, others are born into it...  (taglines)

"Ghetto" Pat Calhoun / "Rocketman" / Bob Ferguson

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  • I don't get mad. I don't get mad about anything anymore.
  • I can't do her hair, man. You know that? I don't know how to do her hair right.
  • I need a weapon, man. All you've got are goddamn nunchuks here.

Col. Steven J. Lockjaw

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  • You like black girls? I love 'em. I love 'em!

Perfidia Beverly Hills

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  • The message is clear. Free borders, free bodies, free choice and free from fucking fear.
  • I want you to create a show, Pat. Okay? This is going to announce the motherfucking revolution. Make it good. Make it bright. Impress me.
  • My name is Perfidia Beverly Hills, and this is a declaration of war. We're here to right your wrongs, motherfucker. You've got an army growing in your fucking guts, and you put it there.
  • [to Lockjaw] Wake up, soldier boy. You died and went to pussy heaven, motherfucker.
  • Every revolution begins fighting demons. Motherfuckers just end up fighting themselves.
  • Your crumbling male ego will never do the revolution like me. Fuck outta here.
  • Are you happy? Do you have love? What will you do when you get older? Will you try to change the world like I did? We failed, but maybe you will not. Maybe you will be the one who puts the world right.

Sergio St. Carlos

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  • I've got a little Latino Harriet Tubman situation going on at my place. All legit. From the heart. No cash.

Other

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  • Junglepussy: [pointing a gun during bank robbery] Get your noses in the carpet! My name is Junglepussy. This is what power looks like. See my face? This some 'Set It Off' shit. I don't want you, I just want your money. Your money... pays for my artillery, my supplies, my transportation, my dynamite, my message! I am what black power looks like. See my face? See my face! I'm the French 75...
  • Greeting Code Voice: Nothing is secure. Everything is wrong. No one is above suspicion.
  • Sandy Irvine: Merry Christmas. Hail, Saint Nick.

Dialogue

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Danvers: Howard Summerville.
Sommerville: How are you?
Danvers: Good. The French 75. The resistance. The gringo coyote. Billygoat.
Sommerville: You've done your homework.
Danvers: Um-hum. Take a look around. Take it all in. You need anything?
Sommerville: I'm fine.
Danvers: Drink?
Sommerville: I'm ok.
Danvers: You're still alive. That's a good sign, right?
Sommerville: Seem to be.
Danvers: Yea. You know why?
Sommerville: You tell me.
Danvers: I will tell you. I need you to tell me where baby Charlene is, what's her name, where she lives. I need to know where the rocket man lives, I need to know his name.
Sommerville: I can cooperate. Their names are Fred Flintstone and Author Fonzarelli and their address is Alpha Centuri.
Danvers: I love it, I love it. Motherfucker's sitting on plastic in a container and he's still go jokes.
Sommerville: I just want you know I'm not scared.
Danvers: I appreciate that. If I was in your shoes I wouldn't be scared either. [pause] I just don't know if your sister would feel that way. What's, what's his sister's name?
Soldier: Pamela.
Danvers: Oh, no more jokes? [pause] What are their names? Where do they live?
Willa: How did you get home?
Bob: Well, with my car.
Willa: You drove?
Bob: So, what are you, my babysitter? Yeah, I know how to drink and drive, honey. I know what I'm doing.
Virgil Throckmorton: Do you know a black militant by the name of Perfidia Beverly Hills?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: Yes, I do.
Virgil Throckmorton: And was she a member of the rebel group known as the French 75?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: She was.
Virgil Throckmorton: Colonel Lockjaw, did you engage in a romantic relationship with this woman?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: Gentlemen, I have engaged the enemy face to face in battle, and in the dark alleys and shadows of espionage. I was once raped in reverse.
Virgil Throckmorton: Raped in reverse? Could you explain how that might work for us, Colonel Lockjaw?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: The enemy employed deception. I was drugged, and while unconscious my brain was not working but my power was, and I believe I was taken advantage of.
Virgil Throckmorton: What kind of proof do you have? If you were unconscious, how do you know this to be true?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I don't know it to be true, but I suspect it. When I awoke, there was sensitivity in a private place, and there was some residue of an interaction.
Virgil Throckmorton: Interaction?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I believe she was a sperm thief.
Sandy Irvine: A semen demon?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: That's correct.
Virgil Throckmorton: Colonel Lockjaw, what would be the purpose of the enemy raping you in reverse?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: They saw the power of my mind and body. They desired it.
Greeting Code Voice: I need the greeting code, Bob.
Bob: Uhh, fuck. Well, I don't remember the fucking greeting code because I got a little bit high.
Bob: There are no hands on the clock.
Comrade Josh: Why?
Bob: Because they're not needed.
Comrade Josh: What time is it?
Bob: Uhh, fuck. You know, I don't remember that part. Let's not nitpick over the passwords.
Bob: I need this rendezvous point, you understand what I'm saying? I need it.
Comrade Josh: I understand and the question is "What time is it?"
Bob: Fuck! If you don't give me the rendezvous point, I swear to God I will hunt you down and stick a loaded, fuckin' hot piece of dynamite right up your fuckin' asshole.
Comrade Josh: Okay, this doesn't feel safe. You're violating my space right now.
Bob: Violating your space? Man, come on - what kind of revolutionary are you, brother? We're not even in the same room here. We're talking on the phone, like, man!
Comrade Josh: Okay, there's no need to shout. This is a violation of my space to me. These are noise triggers.
Bob: Fuckin' noise triggers? Listen, I wanna know something. I wanna know one thing when this is all said and done: what is your name? I need to know your name.
Comrade Josh: My name is Comrade Josh.
Bob: Comrade Joshua? Get a better name. "Comrade Josh" - that's a fuckin' ridiculous name for a revolutionary. First off. Second off, I want to know your coordinates. I want to know your location right now. What is it?
Comrade Josh: I'm in a secure location somewhere between the stolen land of the Wabanaki and the stolen land of the Chumash.
Bob: You're fuckin' intolerable, man. You're really intolerable. This is not the way revolutionaries do shit. Do you know how hard you are to talk to? Do you know the information I'm trying to give you? You're a little nitpicking prick! That's what you are: a little nitpicking prick. And do you know what I'm gonna do to nitpicking pricks? I'm gonna call in a Greyhawk 10.
Comrade Josh: You're calling in a Greyhawk 10?
Bob: I'm calling in a Greyhawk 10, all right? I want you to get your supervisor on the phone right now, because I know you've got one. I know you've got one, Comrade Josh. All right, I'm going way over your fuckin' head. Way over your head, all right? Put your commanding officer on the phone now!
Comrade Josh: Cause you're calling in a Greyhawk 10?
Bob: I'm calling in a Greyhawk 10, Comrade Josh.
Comrade Josh: Please hold.
Talleyrand: What's my favorite kind of pussy?
Bob: Mexican hairless.
Bob: What was the fucking password, by the way, you fucking prick?
Comrade Josh: Time doesn't exist, yet it controls us anyway.
Bob: Oh, fuck you, you fucking moron! Fuck you! You obviously don't have kids, you fucking idiot!
Sergio St. Carlos: You know what freedom is?
Bob: What?
Sergio St. Carlos: No fear. Just like Tom fucking Cruise.
Willa: Why is your shirt so tight?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not gay, if that's what you're saying.
Willa: I didn't say that.
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not a homosexual!
Willa: I did not say that, but I see the lifts in your shoes.
Deandra: Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, Hooterville Junction.
Willa: Will no longer be so goddamn relevant.
Deandra: And women will not care if Dick finally got down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow.
Willa: Because black people will be in the street...
Deandra: ... looking for a brighter day.
Deandra, Willa: The revolution will not be televised.
Sister Rochelle: Unbelievable.
Willa: Do I look just like her?
Sister Rochelle: No, not really. But you do on the inside, which makes you quite a risk around here. The daughter of a rat is a baby rat, and we must be careful.

Taglines

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  • Some search for battle, others are born into it...
  • The last revolution was just the beginning.

Cast

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