Happy Mother's Day
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Chuck Noland: "We both had done the math. Kelly added it all up and knew she had to let me go. I added it up, and knew that I had lost her. Because I was never going to get off that island. I was going to die there, totally alone. I was going to get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was…
[Travis is trying on his guns in the mirror]
Travis Bickle: "Huh? Huh?"
Travis Bickle: "Faster than you, fucking son of a... saw you coming you fucking... shitheel."
Travis Bickle: "I'm standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It's your move..."
Travis Bickle: "Don't try it you fuck."
Travis Bickle: "You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK."
Female Voice: [with a mechanical buzz over shadowy morphing orbs] "T- D, S- Z- Th, B- T- V, H- T- D- K- G, S- Z- P- B, Ba-Ba- T- T, K- Kuh- Ch, Th- V- Th, Zzz- Sss- Bzz- Ch, B-B-Buh- V-V-Vuh, G-G-Guh D-D-Duh."
Female Voice: [now over a shiny white torus, slowly morphing] "B-B-Buh- B-B-Buh, B-B-Beh, B-B-Beh, Bah, N-N-Nuh- N-N-Nuh, N-N-Nuh- No. N-N-Nuh, F- Feel- Field, Fill- Filled- Filts, Foil- Failed- Fell, Felds- Pill- Pills, Pall- Nall."
Female Voice: [now over a watery chestnut-brown eye] "Foal- Foals, Fold- Fold, Pool- Pool, Sell- Se..."