Kevin Costner Monologues

I've seen knights in armor panic at the first hint of battle. And I've seen the lowliest, unarmed squire pull a spear from his own body, to defend a dying horse. Nobility is not a birthright. It's defined by one's actions.

Is that all? I shall have to annoy the good Sheriff more. Soon it will be a thousand.

You're King Richard's cousin. You can give word to him of Nottingham's plans. He would believe you.

Milady, a woman of your beauty has no need for such... decorations.

And you. You travel ten thousand miles to save my life and leave me to be butchered.

Which does not include prayer time, meal time, or any time I'm outnumbered six to one.

Wait a minute. Is that why you were to be executed? Because of a woman?

You painted old hound, who was she? The mullah's daughter? Another man's wife? What's her name?

I don't know. All I know is that our last words in this world were spoken in anger. I was lost after my mother died. My father too, and for a short time he found comfort in the arms of another woman, a peasant woman. I thought he was betraying my mother's memory.

For the love of a twelve-year-old boy who would never forgive him.

He called the Crusades a foolish quest. He said it was vanity to force our religion upon other men.

Marian, I've returned to my home to find it destroyed, and my father murdered! And the only clues to why are in the ramblings of an old blind man.

Please allow that years of war and imprisonment may change a man.

My father was no devil worshiper. And I'll have words with any man who says otherwise. But he's right. I was a rich man's son. When I killed the sheriff's men, I became an outlaw like you.

You were to use this information to get close to me and then kill me, isn't that right, Will? What are your intentions?

Did I wrong you in another life, Will Scarlett? Where does this intolerable hatred for me come from?

Sex and golf are the two things you don't have to be good at to enjoy

Well, I tend to think of the golf swing as a poem.

The critical opening phrase of this poem will always be the grip. Which the hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the little finger. Lowly and slowly the clubhead is led back. Pulled into position not by the hands, but by the body which turns away from the target shifting weight to the right side without shifting balance. Tempo is everything; perfection unobtainable as the body coils down at the top of the swing. Theres a slight hesitation. A little nod to the gods.

Yeah, to the gods. That he is fallible. That perfection is unobtainable. And now the weight begins shifting back to the left pulled by the powers inside the earth. It's alive, this swing! A living sculpture and down through contact, always down, striking the ball crisply, with character. A tuning fork goes off in your heart and your balls. Such a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot. Now the follow through to finish. Always on line. The reverse C of the Golden Bear! The steel workers' power and brawn of Carl Sandburg's. Arnold Palmer!

End the unfinished symphony of Roy McAvoy.

I hit it again because that shot was a defining moment, and when a defining moment comes along, you define the moment… or the moment defines you.

That's because you think of it as transportation, Boone. Think of it as bragging rights. Think of yourself sitting around the bar, crowing to your cronies about the Cadillac you won from me. They'll forget all about the Winnebago you lost to me.

Okay, so how do I do it? Therapy, I mean, I mean, wh - how do I start doing it?

Suppose there's this guy, and he's standing on the shore of a big wide river, and the... river's full of all manner of disaster, you know, piranhas, alligators, eddies, currents, shit like that... nobody'll even go down there to dip a toe. And on the other side of the river's a million bucks, and on this side of the river... is a rowboat.

You don't think I can knock it on from there?

Well, so am I! I mean, look at me, all right, what I'm wearing. I mean, I'm playing for Rio Grande Short-Haul Trucking, Briggs and Brown Sanitation, First State Bank of Salome, Woody's Smokehouse... You think a... you think a guy like me bothers to worry about the percentages?

I'm gonna qualify for the U.S. Open and I'm gonna kick your boyfriend's ass!

And whatever you think of me, you should know that your boyfriend hates old people, children and dogs. And that broad is still out here crying in the exit room.

You're still in the exit room.

Dr. Griswold...

I think I'm in love with you.

From the moment I first saw you, I knew I was through with bar girls and… strippers and motorcycle chicks, and… when we first started talking I was smitten with you, and I'm smitten with you more every day I think about you, and the fact that you know I'm full of crapola only makes you more attractive to me. Usually I can bullshit people, but I can't bullshit you, and in addition you got, you got great legs, and… most women I'm thinking about how to get in their pants from day one, but with you I'm just… I'm just thinking about how to get in your heart, and…

I used to believe, I still do, that if you give something your all it doesn't matter if you win or lose, as long as you've risked everything put everything out there. And I've done that. I did it my entire life. I did it with the game. But I never did it with you, I never gave you that. And I'm sorry. I know I'm on really thin ice but, when you said I didn't need you… well last night should've been the biggest night of my life, and it wasn't. It wasn't because you weren't there. So I just wanted to tell you, not to change your mind or keep you from going, but just so you know, that I know, that I do need you.

Tell them I'm through, "for love of the game", Billy Chapel

There's a bunch of cameras out there right now waiting to make a joke of this, Mick. So you can either stop, give them the sound bite, do the dance. Or you can hold your head up and walk by, and the next time we're in Boston, we'll go out there and work the wall together. Don't help them make a joke out of you.

My name is Dances with Wolves. I have nothing to say to you. You are not worth talking to.

Killing those soldiers at the river was a good thing. I never got to thank all of you for saving me. I did not mind killing those men. I was glad to do it. But now I know that the soldiers hate me like they hate no other. Because I killed soldiers, men of my own race, they think I am a traitor.

And now they will hunt for me. And when they find me they will find you. I think it would be wise to move the village to another location right now. As for me… I will be leaving. I will be leaving with my wife Stands With a Fist as soon as possible. I must go and try to talk to those that will listen.

With Ten Bears, it was always more than a while. There was purpose in everything he did, and I knew he wanted me to stay. But I was sure of myself. I would be an excuse, and that's all the Army would need to find this place. I pushed him as far as I could to move the camp. But in the end, he only smiled and talked of simple pleasures. He reminded me that at his age, a good fire was better than anything. Ten Bears was an extraordinary man.

If it wasn't for my companion, I believe I'd be having the time of my life.

Many times I'd felt alone, but until this afternoon I'd never felt completely lonely.

Nothing I have been told about these people is correct. They are not thieves or beggars. They are not the bogeymen they are made out to be. On the contrary, they are polite guests and I enjoy their humor.

Who would do such a thing? The field was proof enough that it was a people without value and without soul, with no regard for Sioux rights. The wagon tracks leading away left little doubt and my heart sank as I knew it could only be white hunters. Voices that had been joyous all morning were now as silent as the dead buffalo left to rot in this valley, killed only for their tongues and the price of their hides.

They were a people so eager to laugh, so devoted to family, so dedicated to each other. The only word that comes to mind is harmony.

I had never really known who John Dunbar was. Perhaps because the name itself had no meaning. But as I heard my Sioux name being called over and over, I knew for the first time who I really was.

It seems every day ends with a miracle here. And whatever God may be, I thank God for this day.

It was hard to know how to feel. I had never been in a battle like this one. This had not been a fight for territory or riches or to make men free. This battle had no ego. It had been fought to preserve the food stores that would see us through winter, to protect the lives of women and children and loved ones only a few feet away. I felt a pride I had never felt before.