Children of Men

Jasper:
Your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for.

Jasper:
So why bother if life's gonna make its own choices?

Jasper:
Poor fugees. After escaping the worst atrocities and making it to England, our government hunts them down like cockroaches.

Theodore Faron:
Are we uh, planning a singalong? Good. I'm going to take a nap.

Theodore Faron:
At least with a hangover , I feel something.

Theodore Faron:
Baby Diego was a wanker

Theodore Faron:
I can't really remember when I last had any hope, and I certainly can't remember when anyone else did either. Because really, since women stopped being able to have babies, what's left to hope for?.

Theodore Faron:
There's something in your teeth (Clive Owen said the same thing in "The International".)

Theodore Faron:
Same as every other day. Woke up, felt like shit. Went to work, felt like shit.

Theodore Faron:
At least with a hangover I feel something.

Theodore Faron:
Even if they discovered the cure for infertility, it doesn't matter. It's too late. The world went to shit

Miriam:
As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Very odd, what happens in a world without children's voices.

Miriam:
I was there at the end

Luke:
I had a sister...

Luke:
I'd forgotten what they look like. They're so beautiful. They're so tiny.

Luke:
This baby is the flag that will unite us all.

Luke:
Julian was wrong! She said it could be peaceful. But how can it be peaceful when they try to take away your dignity?!

Newsreader:
Day 1,000 of the Siege of Seattle. 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.

Luke:
When did they leave?

Jasper:
Pull my finger ... Pull my finger ... Ok, I'll do it.

[Luke shoots Jasper's finger off]

Jasper:
F*** you.

Patric:
This never f***ing 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 f***ing time.

Theo:
Jeez, your breath stinks.

Patric:
No it doesn't.

Theo:
Yes it does.

[Theo is woken up by Kee in the car]

Kee:
Hey! You're snoring.

Theo:
No I wasn't.

Julian:
Yes you were. He always snored.

Theo:
Anyone know if there's a hotel around here?

Luke:
... What??

Theo:
Julian promised me a little bit of action.

Julian:
You still like it in the afternoon?

Theo:
So what did you do? Blow up a building? Rob a train?

Kee:
You told me he was suave.

Julian:
He's

Jasper:
Everything is a mythical, cosmic battle between faith and chance.

[offers Miriam a joint]

Miriam:
Maybe I shouldn't.

Jasper:
You already did. Take another one ... Now cough. What do you taste?

Miriam:
Strawberries!

Jasper:
Strawberries? That's what it's called: Strawberry Cough!

Kee:
Wicked!

Jasper:
So. You've got faith over here, right? And chance over there.

Miriam:
Like yin and yang.

Jasper:
Sort of.

Miriam:
Or Shiva and Shakti.

Jasper:
Lennon and McCartney!

Kee:
[looking at pictures] Look, Julian and Theo.

Jasper:
Yeah, there you go! Julian and Theo met among a million protestors in a rally by chance. But they were there because of what they believed in in the first place, their faith. They wanted to change the world. And their faith kept them together. But by chance, Dylan was born.

Kee:
[picks up another photo] This is him?

Jasper:
Yeah, that's him. He'd have been about your age. Magical child. Beautiful. Their faith put in praxis.

Miriam:
"Praxis"? What happened?

Jasper:
Chance. He was their sweet little dream. He had little hands, little legs, little feet. Little lungs. And in 2008, along came the flu pandemic. And then, by chance, he was gone. You see, Theo's faith lost out to chance. So, why bother if life's going to make its own choices?

Kee:
Baby's got Theo's eyes.

Jasper:
Yeah.

Miriam:
Oh, boy. That's terrible. But, you know, everything happens for a reason.

Jasper:
That, I don't know. But Theo and Julian would always bring Dylan. He loved it here.

British Soldier:
[As Theo carries Kee's baby through a vicious firefight] Move back, f***ing move back! [Sees the baby, and lowers his weapon] STOP!! CEASE FIRE!!! CEASE FIRING!

Jasper:
Any girls?

Theo:
No.

Jasper:
What about the one we had lunch with? Lauren?

Theo:
Lorna. That was ages ago.

Jasper:
I liked her. What happened?

Theo:
She decided to renounce.

Jasper:
Renouncers? Are those the ones that kneel down for a month for salvation?

Theo:
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:
"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.

Theo:
Oh, I'm sorry, go on.

Jasper:
No, I'm not tellin' it now!

Theo:
No, c'mon Jasper, go on!

Jasper:
No, fuck it! I'm not tellin' it to you!

Theo:
C'mon, I'm sorry!

Jasper:
OK, 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?"

Jasper:
What did you do for your birthday?

Theo:
Nothing.

Jasper:
Oh come on, you must have done something.

Theo:
Nope. Woke up, felt like shit. Went to work, felt like shit.

Jasper:
That's called a hangover, Amigo.

Jasper:
Julian and Theo met among a million protesters in a rally by chance. But they were there because of what they believed in in the first place, their faith. They wanted to change the world. And their faith kept them together. But by chance, Dylan was born.

Kee:
[picks up a photo] This is him?

Jasper:
Yeah, that's him. He'd have been about your age. Magical child. Beautiful. Their faith put in praxis.

Miriam:
"Praxis"? What happened?

Jasper:
Chance. He was their sweet little dream. He had little hands, little legs, little feet. Little lungs. And in 2008, along came the flu pandemic. And then, by chance, he was gone. You see, Theo's faith lost out to chance. So, why bother if life's going to make its own choices?

Kee:
Baby's got Theo's eyes.

Jasper:
Yeah.

Miriam:
Oh, boy. That's terrible. But, you know, everything happens for a reason.

Jasper:
That, I don't know. But Theo and Julian would always bring Dylan. He loved it here.

Nigel:
That thing in Madrid was a real blow to art.

Theo:
Not to mention people.

Theo:
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:
Kee, this is Theo.

Kee:
What the fuck you staring at?

Theo:
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:
He's suave. You should have seen him in the old days when he was a real activist.

Theo:
You were the activist, I just wanted to get laid.