Twelve Monkeys is a 1995 science-fiction time-travel movie about a convict, sent back in time to stop a devastating plague believed to have been released by the Army of the Twelve Monkeys, but who is sent too far back and is hospitalized as insane.
- Directed by former Monty Python member Terry Gilliam and inspired by the short film La Jetée. The screenplay was written by David Webb Peoples and Janet Peoples.
- Oh, wouldn't it be great if I was crazy? Then the world would be okay.
- I'm looking for the Army of the Twelve Monkeys.
- All I see are dead people.
- I am insane, and you are my insanity.
- There's no such thing as right and wrong; just popular opinion.
- Telephone call? Telephone call? That's communication with the outside world. Doctor's discretion. Nuh-uh. Look, hey — all of these nuts could just make phone calls, they could spread insanity, oozing through telephone cables, oozing into the ears of all these poor sane people, infecting them. Wackos everywhere, plague of madness.
- There was this guy, and he was always requesting shows that had already played. Yes. No. You have to tell her before. He couldn't quite grasp the idea that the charge nurse couldn't make it be yesterday. She couldn't turn back time, thank you, Einstein! Now, he was nuts! He was a fruitcake, Jim!
- Sorry. Sorry. I got a little agitated. The thought of escape crossed my mind, and then suddenly — suddenly — suddenly I felt like bending the fucking bars back, ripping the goddamn window frames and eating them — yes, eating them! Leaping, leaping, leaping! Colonics for everyone! All right! You dumbasses. I'm a mental patient. I'm supposed to act out!
- You are a total nutcase, completely deranged, delusional, paranoid. Your thought process is all fucked up. Your information tray is jammed, man!
- There's the television. It's all right there — all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! We're not productive anymore. We don't make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we for then? We're consumers, Jim. Yeah. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, if you don't, what are you then, I ask you? What? Mentally ill. Fact, Jim, fact — if you don't buy things — toilet paper, new cars, computerized yo-yos, electrically-operated sexual devices, servo systems with brain-implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers...
- Do you realize where he thinks he comes from?
- My father is God! I worship my father!
- My father's going to be very upset when he hears about this! And when my father gets upset, the ground SHAKES!
- [sighs] Get out of my chair!
- Who cares what psychiatrists write on walls!
- Dr. Kathryn Railly: Cassandra in Greek legend, you recall, was condemned to know the future but to be disbelieved when she foretold it. Hence the agony of foreknowledge combined with the impotence to do anything about it.
- Dr. Kathryn Railly: You had a bullet from World War I in your leg, James! How did it get there?
- Man: They find us through our teeth!
- Wallace: Hey... is that the cops? I'm an innocent victim in here! I was attacked by a coked up whore and a — a fuckin' crazy dentist!
- Louie: Science ain't an exact science with these clowns, but they're getting better.
- Dr. Peters: I think, Dr. Railly, you have given your "alarmists" a bad name. Surely there is very real and very convincing data that the planet cannot survive the excesses of the human race: proliferation of atomic devices, uncontrolled breeding habits, the rape of the environment, the pollution of land, sea, and air. In this context, isn't it obvious that "Chicken Little" represents the sane vision and that Homo Sapiens' motto, "Let's go shopping!" is the cry of the true lunatic?
- Astrophysicist: Jones is my name. [Shakes Dr. Peters' hand] I'm in insurance.
- Jose: I gotta fight 'em! I gotta fight 'em! you gotta help me fight 'em!
- Thug: Stick around, bitch!
- James Cole: Jose — psst! Jose, what's going on?
- Jose: Bad news, man
- James Cole: Volunteers?
- Jose: Yeah. And they said your name.
- Jose: Hey, maybe they'll give you a pardon, man.
- James Cole: [sarcastic] Yeah, that's why none of the volunteers come back. They all get a pardon.
- L.J. Washington: I don't really come from outer space.
- Jeffrey Goines: Oh. L. J. Washington. He doesn't really come from outer space.
- L.J. Washington: Don't mock me my friend. It's a condition of mental divergence. I find myself on the planet Ogo, part of an intellectual elite, preparing to subjugate the barbarian hordes on Pluto. But even though this is a totally convincing reality for me in every way, nevertheless Ogo is actually a construct of my psyche. I am mentally divergent, in that I am escaping certain unnamed realities that plague my life here. When I stop going there, I will be well. Are you also divergent, friend?
- Jeffrey Goines: You know what crazy is? Crazy is majority rules. Take germs for example.
- James Cole: Germs?
- Jeffrey Goines: Uh-huh. Eighteenth century, no such thing, nada, nothing. No one ever imagined such a thing. No sane person. Along comes this doctor, uh, Semmelweis, Semmelweis. Semmelweis comes along. He's trying to convince people, other doctors mainly, that's there's these teeny tiny invisible bad things called germs that get into your body and make you sick. He's trying to get doctors to wash their hands. What is this guy? Crazy? Teeny, tiny, invisible? What do they call it? Uh-uh, germs? Huh? What? Now, up to the 20th century, last week, as a matter of fact, before I got dragged into this hellhole. I go in to order a burger at this fast food joint, and the guy drops it on the floor. James, he picks it up, he wipes it off, he hands it to me like it's all OK. "What about the germs?" I say. He says, "I don't believe in germs. Germs is a plot made up so they could sell disinfectants and soaps." Now he's crazy, right?
- James Cole: Look at them. They're just asking for it. Maybe the human race deserves to be wiped out.
- Jeffrey Goines: Wiping out the human race? That's a great idea. That's great. But more of a long-term thing. I mean, first we have to focus on more immediate goals.
- Dr. Owen Fletcher: You're a rational person. You're a trained psychiatrist. You know the difference between what's real and what's not.
- Dr. Kathryn Railly: And what we say is the truth is what everybody accepts. Right, Owen? I mean, psychiatry: it's the latest religion. We decide what's right and wrong. We decide who's crazy or not. I'm in trouble here. I'm losing my faith.
- James Cole: This is a place for crazy people. I'm not crazy.
- Dr. Peters: We don't use the term "crazy," Mr. Cole.
- James Cole: Well you've got some real nuts here.
- James Cole: You're all gonna die.
- Dr. Kathryn Railly: Nobody is going to die! You're not going to save the world, okay? You're delusional. You've made this all up out of bits and pieces in your head.
- James Cole: No.
- Dr. Kathryn Railly: Uh, Yes! Let me give you an example. You know Jeffrey Goines. You were both patients at County Hospital, at the same time.
- James Cole: Jeffrey Goines was a fruitcake.
- James Cole: She's not honey babe, She's a doctor. My psychiatrist. Understand?
- Charlie the Hotel Clerk: Whatever gets it up for you, Jack.
- Dr. Kathryn Railly: Where are we going?
- James Cole: Philadelphia.
- Dr. Kathryn Railly: Philadelphia? That's more than a hundred miles away!
- James Cole: I know, that's why I can't walk there.
- Jeffrey Goines: Well, see here's my theory on that. When I was institutionalized, my brain was studied exhaustively in the guise of mental health. I was interrogated, I was x-rayed, I was examined thoroughly — [cups his crotch, mimes turning his head and coughing] AH-HACK!! Then they took everything about me and put it into a computer where they created this model of my mind. Yes! Using that model, they managed to generate every thought I could possibly have in the next say, ten years? Which they then, filtered through a probability matrix of some kind t-to-to-to determine everything I was gonna do in that period. So you see, huh huh — she knew I was gonna lead the Army of the Twelve Monkeys into the pages of history before it ever even occurred to me. She knows everything I'm ever gon' to do before I know it myself. How's that?
- Dr. Leland Goines: My God, Jeffrey. You truly are insane.
- Jeffrey Goines: No, I'm not.
- The future is history.
- They're coming.
- Bruce Willis - James Cole
- Madeleine Stowe - Kathryn Railly
- Brad Pitt - Jeffrey Goines
- Jon Seda - Jose
- Christopher Plummer - Dr. Goines
- Frank Gorshin - Dr. Fletcher
- David Morse - Dr. Peters