Sometimes I want to punch you in your perfect teeth.
Everybody is somebody. Even a nobody.
If the Empire has this kind of power, what chance do we have?
I don’t want you to miss all the things that someone else could give you.
Did I die and turn into a small muscular boy scout?
One wrong note eventually ruins the entire symphony.
We've passed on all we know. A thousand generations live in you now. But this is your fight.
Matter cannot be created or destroyed, human.
There are two types of beings in the universe: those who dance, and those who do not.
So you're going to scrapbook them to freedom.
Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine.
Music is essentially twelve notes between any octave. Twelve notes and the octave repeats. It's the same story told over and over.