Gattaca Monologues

A genetically inferior man assumes the identity of a superior one in order to pursue his lifelong dream of space travel.

You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back.

For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I'm suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I'm not leaving... maybe I'm going home.

They used to say that a child conceived in love has a greater chance of happiness. They don't say that anymore.

My name is Vincent, all right? Vincent Anton Freeman, and I'm a "faith birth" or a "de-gene-erate", whatever you want to call it; but I am NOT a murderer!

You're a "God-child"?

But we do have one thing in common, only I don't have twenty or thirty years left in mine. Mine is already ten thousand beats overdue.

You are the authority on what is not possible, aren't you Irene? They've got you looking for any flaw, that after a while that's all you see. For what it's worth, I'm here to tell you that it is possible. It is possible.

I was never more certain of how far away I was from my goal than when I was standing right beside it.

It's funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay.

I belonged to a new underclass, no longer determined by social status or the color of your skin. No, we now have discrimination down to a science.

I'll never understand what possessed my mother to put her faith in God's hands, rather than her local geneticist.