Brendan Gleeson Monologues

I've always felt there's something inherently psychopathic about joining the army in peace time, as far as I'm concerned people join the army to find out what its like to kill someone. I hardly think that's an inclination that should be encouraged in modern society, do you?

I've always felt there's something inherently psychopathic about joining the army in peacetime. As far as I'm concerned, people join the army to find out what its like to kill someone. I hardly think that's an inclination that should be encouraged in modern society, do you? Jesus Christ didn't think so, either. And the commandment "Thou shalt not kill" does not have an asterisk beside it, referring you to the bottom of the page where you find a list of instances where it's okay to kill people.

That's a tricky one, all right. But we're hardly being invaded, though, are we?

I don't think Sligo is too high on Al-Quaeda's agenda, Milo, do you?

The limits of His mercy have not been set.

So what if he is a fucking Buddhist? You think Buddhists don't beat people up? You think Buddhists don't fuck their kids like everyone else?

Tibetians spit on blind people in the street! They are killing albinos in Africa! You are so fucking naive!

Why you are a fucking priest at all? You should be a fucking accountant or a fucking insurance man!

You have to detach yourself from it. We're here to provide solace. Your personal feelings don't come into it.

The tragedy of the Essex is the story of men. And a Demon.

We were headed for the edge of sanity… like we were aberrations, phantoms. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to superstition.

You know, I heard a man from Pennsylvania drilled a hole in the ground recently and found oil. That can't be true.

Oil from the ground! Fancy that.

We were weeks in the doldrums. That part of the Pacific is more desert than ocean. The sun beating down.

Greed took hold of our captain and first mate. So we headed out. A thousand leagues along the equator. Where knowledge ended, speculation began. That's where the whales had gone to hide. As far from man as they could possibly go. But we hunted them down. Centuries before, sailors feared sailing off the edge of the Earth. But we where headed for the edge of sanity. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to blind superstition.

Take the money and leave! The devil's bargain.