Files in this section are 64kbit/s 22.05kHz Stereo (JS) unless otherwise noted.
IS - Intensity Stereo, JS - Joint Stereo, S - Stereo, DC - Dual Channel, SC - Single Channel (mono)
Our first direct DVD-rip. Variable bitrate (~64kbit/s) 24kHz Stereo (JS) MP3. Source AC3 re-decoded with Sonic Foundry's Soft Encode. Quality is much better now.
Melvin: I've got jews at my table!
Carol: It's not your table, it's the places table; Behave. Just once you can sit at someone else's table.
waitresses: (worried) what..no
Carol: ...or you can wait your turn.
Melvin: (door slams) Help!
Dr. Green: If you want to see me, you will not do this - you will make an appointment.
Melvin: Dr. Green, how can you diagnose someone as an Obsessive-Compulsive disorder and then act as though I had some choice about barging in.
Simon: Verdell, what wrong? You miss the tough guy? (imitating Melvin) Well here I am sweetheart! Happy to see me you little piss-ant mop, how about another ride down the chute?
Neil McCauley: I don't know what you're doin' ... Allow nothing to be in your life that you cannot walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you spot the heat around the corner. Remember that?
Vincent Hanna: That's an interesting point. What are you a monk?
Neil McCauley I have a woman.
Vincent Hanna: What do you tell her?
Neil McCauley I tell her I'm a salesman.
Neil McCauley: How do you get this information?
Computer Guy: It just comes to you. This stuff just flies through the air....You just gotta know how to grab it.
Vincent Hanna: I gotta a whole lot on my angst. I preserve it. Because I need it. It keeps me sharp <snap>. On the edge <snap>. Where I gotta be.
Michael Cheritto: Yeah? Stop talkin' ok Slick?
Vincent Hanna:When these guys walk out the door of whatever score they're gonna take next...they're gonna have a surprise of a lifetime.
Vincent Hanna: How you doin'? What do you say I buy ya a cup of coffee?
Neil McCauley: Yeah, sure. Let's go.
Neil McCauley: What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? Cause, no matter what, you will not get in my way. We've been face to face yeah, but I will not hesitate...not for a second.
Vincent Hanna: ...if it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife that you're going to turn into a widow, brother...You are goin' down.
|181kB, :23||[5/18/97] First part of robbery.|
|136kB, :17||[5/18/97] Second part of robbery.|
|154kB, :19||[5/18/97] Third part of robbery.|
Whatshisname: Access main security... access main program program grid.
Nedry icon: Ah ah ah! You didn't say the magic word! Ah ah ah!
Whatshisname: Please! Goddammit! I hate this hacker crap!
Grant: You bred raptors.
Baby raptor: Squeal which segues into adult scream.
Lex: Come on, girl. Come on up here, girl.
VeggieSaur: Slimes girl with snot
Boy: God bless you!
|134kB, :17||[7/11/96] Nedry and industrial spy conspire to steal dinosaur embryos. Nedry squeals like a pig in heat.|
Malcom: That is one big pile of shit.
Lawyer: This is overwhelming, John. Are these characters auto...erotica?
|67kB, :08||[8/31/96] Velociraptor peering in through the kitchen window at her prospective dinner.|
Malcom: Must go faster.
Malcom: Now eventually you do plan to have dinosaurs on your dinosaur tour, right? Hello? Hello? Yes?
Hammond: I really hate that man.
|135kB, :17||[8/31/96] Velociraptors having a midday snack.|
|35kB, :04||[8/31/96] Velociraptor roar.|
|195kB, :24||[1/6/97] Terror in the car as T-rex looks for the creme filling.|
(DC, 256 kbit/s)
|[2/25/97] This is a track from Telarc's Surround Sounds (CD-80447). It is the sound of T-Rex approaching from afar, munching on something crunchy, and roaring loudly. The liner notes say that this has been processed with Spatializer, but I thought the effect was too modest, so I passed it through my Carver C-9 Sonic Hologram processor. If you have a stereo expander, you may want to turn it off to avoid a third time through the electronic meat grinder. My processing adds some hum and hiss, but more than makes up for it with a spectacular surround effect. In order to experience the effect fully, you should sit midway between your speakers, forming an equilateral triangle. Oh, and turn it up! There is some extremely low bass in this track starting at about 11 seconds, when the first footfall can be heard (if you have a top-notch subwoofer). I can't say for sure, but I'd guess that it's somewhere in the 20 to 30 Hz range. I tried encoding at 128 kbit/s, but was greeted with the "swishy" sounds of compression. 256 kbit/s works just fine, though.|
|388kB, :49||[7/21/96] Opening theme from the first season, before DeForrest Kelly enjoyed co-star status: the extra riff needed to give DeForrest billing time is missing. Kirk's opening monologue has already been through at least one revision since the very early episodes; his delivery here is more expansive, less wooden. This clip was culled from "The City on the Edge of Forever."|
|392kB, :50||[8/13/96] From Star Trek IV, The Voyage Home: A newly regenerated (but old) Spock is being quizzed by computer. Good stereo.|
Gillian: You're not one of those guys from the military, are you - trying to teach whales to retrieve torpedos, or some dipshit stuff like that?
Kirk: No ma'am, no dipshit.
Gillian: Well good, that's one thing I would have let you off right here.
Spock: Gracie is pregnant.
Driver: Hey whyn't you watch where you're going, you dumbass!
Kirk: Well, double dumbass on you!
Kirk: We're only trying to help.
Gillian: The hell you were buster. Your friend was messing up my tanks and messing up my whales.
Spock: They like you very much, but they are not the hell your whales.
Gillian: I suppose they told you that, huh?
Spock: The hell they did!
Kirk: Him? He's harmless. Back in the 60's he was part of the free speech movement at Berkeley. I think he did a little too much LDS.
Kirk: Spock, where the hell's the power you promised me?
Spock: One damn minute, Admiral.
McCoy: Perhaps the professor could use your computer.
Dr. Whosis: Please.
Scotty: Computer? Computer... Ah, Hello, computer.
Dr. Whosis: Just use the keyboard.
Scotty: The keyboard. How quaint.
Scotty: Admiral, there be whales here!
C3PO: Hey, you're not permitted in there -- it's restricted. You'll be deactivated for sure.
C3PO: Don't you call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease!
|128kB, :16||[7/7/96] R2D2 being zapped by Jawas|
Owen: Can you speak Batchi?
C3PO: Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language to me. I'm as fluent in...
Owen: Yeah all right, shut up. I'll take this one.
C3PO: Shutting up, sir.
Vader: I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Tarkin: Enough of this. Vader, release him!
Vader: As you wish.
Greedo: U na boota, Solo?
Han: Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact, I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba that I've got his money.
Greedo: Som picha lay.
Luke: Why don't you outrun 'em? I thought you said this thing was fast.
Han: Watch your mouth, kid, or you're gonna find yourself floating home!
Luke: She's rich.
Luke: Rich, powerful. Listen, if you were to rescue her, the reward would be...
Luke: Well, more wealth than you can imagine.
Han: I don't know. I can imagine quite a bit.
Luke: Now, I'm gonna put these on you.
Luke: Ok, Han, y-you put those on.
Han: Don't worry, Chewie. I think I know what he has in mind.
Luke, Han & Leia: Screams
C3PO: Listen to them. They're dying, R2!
Han: Look, your worshipfulness. Let's get one thing straight. I take orders from just one person -- ME!
Leia: It's a wonder you're still alive. Will somebody get this big, walking carpet outta my way!
Han: No reward is worth this.
Leia: You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought.
Han: Nice. Come on.
Leia: Your friend is quite a mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything, or anybody.
Luke: I care.
|Star Wars Theme.mp3
Star Wars Theme.m3u
This is the 1990 re-recording of the main theme to Star Wars, performed by the Skywalker Symphony and conducted by John Williams. Released from SONY Classical.
Han: Ahh, come on!
Leia: You're imagining things.
Han: Am I? Then why are you following me? Afraid I was going to leave without giving you a goodbye kiss?
Leia I'd just as soon kiss a Wookie
Han: I can arrange that. You could use a good kiss!
C3PO: Oh, switch off!
|49kB, :06||[7/15/96] TaunTaun sound|
Han: I thought they smelled bad... on the outside!.
Leia: I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain.
Chewie: chuckles in a wookish way
Han: Laugh it up, fuzzball.
Han: You didn't see us alone in the south passage. She expressed her true feelings for me.
Leia: My -- why you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Nerf-herder!
Han: Who's scruffy lookin'?
Vader: I want them alive -- no disintegrations.
Vader: Apology accepted, Captain Neida.
C3PO: Wait, wait! Oh my, what have you done! I'm backwards, you flea-bitten furrball! Only an overgrown mophead like you would be stupid enough --
Vader: What is thy bidding, my master?
Vader: The rebels are alerted to our presence. Admiral Ozzel came out of light speed too close to the system.
General Veers: H-he felt surprise was wiser.
Vader: He is as clumsy as he is stupid.
Vader: If you only knew the power of the darkside.
Luke: Oh, R2 let him have it.
Yoda: Mine, mine, mine!
|527kB, 1:07||[2/25/97] Han and Leia alone in the Millenium Falcon.|
Yoda: When 900 years old you reach, look as good you will not.
C3PO: There doesn't seem to be anyone here. Let's go back and tell Master Luke.
C3PO:Goodness gracious me!
Han: A-a Jedi Knight! I'm out of it for a little while, everybody gets delusions of grandeur!
Han: Chewie and I'll take care of this. You stay here.
Luke: Quietly. There might be more of them out there.
Han: Hey, it's me!
C3PO: Oh, my head!
Ewoks: Sounds of awe
C3PO: Oh my goodness.
Han: Well, why don't you use your divine influence and get us out of this.
C3PO: I beg your pardon, General Solo, but that just wouldn't be proper.
C3PO: It's against my programming to impersonate a deity.
Han: Why you - !
Emperor: Oh, I'm afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive.
Emperor: Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the Dark Side.
Han: How far is it?
Han: Ask them.
C3PO: Gron neek k--
Han: We need some fresh supplies too.
C3PO: Chioto bat--
Han: Try and get our weapons back.
C3PO: Uma freeda--
Han: Hurry up, will you. I haven't got all day!
|440kB, :56||[8/17/96] Wistful music played as Luke mourns his father.|
|146kB, :18||[8/17/96] C3PO telling the Rebellion's story to rapt Ewoks.|
Emperor: Take your weapon. Strike me down with all of your hatred, and your journey towards the Dark Side will be complete.
Terminator: Your clothes, give them to me. Now.
Punk: Fuck you, asshole!
[Sounds of fists, and the crunchy sound of Terminator's arm rammed up into a punk's body.]
Janitor: Hey buddy, got a dead cat in there or what?
Terminator: [after database search] Fuck you, asshole.
Reese: Come with me if you want to live.
Terminator: I'll be back.
[Terminator returns with a surprise for the busy desk sergeant.]
Reese: Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't do that again.
Sarah: Just let me go.
Reese: Listen! And understand, that Terminator is out there. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear - and it absolutely will not stop, ever! Until you are dead!
Dr. Silberman: [on videotape] Well, let's go back to one other thing...
Reese: Look, you have heard enough! I have answered your questions. Now I have to see Sarah Conner!
Dr. Silberman: I'm afraid that's not up to me.
Reese: Then why am I talking to you!
Dr. Silberman: Because I can help you...
Reese: Who is in authority here!
Dr. Silberman: Reese...
Reese: Shut up! [looking into camera] You still don't get it, do you. He'll find her. That's what he does! That's all he does! You can't stop him! He'll wait for you, reach down her throat, and pull her fucking heart out!
Lieutenant: [indicating a distraught Sarah looking at the videotape] Doc.
Reese: Le...let go of me!
Dr. Silberman: [shutting off the tape] Sorry.
Sarah: You're terminated, fucker.
|113kB, :16||[3/3/97] Lance Hendriksen somewhat ironically mispredicting his future acting role in Millennium.
Detective: Look at the name, Ed.
Lieutenant: Sarah Louise... Conner. Is this right? You're kidding me.
Detective: The press is gonna be short-stroking it all over the place.
Lieutenant: A one day pattern-killer.
Detective: I hate the weird ones.
Terminator: The 12-gauge autoloader.
Gun Dealer: That's Italian. You can go pump or auto.
Terminator: The 45 long-slide, with laser sighting.
Gun Dealer: These are brand new. We just got them in. You just touch the trigger, the beam comes on, and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. You can't miss. Anything else?
Terminator: A phased-plasma rifle in the 40 watt [sic] range.
Gun Dealer: Hey, just what you see, pal.
Terminator: The Uzi 9-millimeter.
Gun Dealer: You know your weapons, buddy. Any one of these is ideal for home defense. So uh, what shall it be?
Gun Dealer: I may close early today. There's a 15 day wait on the handguns, but the rifles you can take right now. [Terminator loads rifle shells] You can't do that.