Bryan Cranston Monologues

Friends? What friends? Who the hell has the luxury of friends? I've got allies and enemies. There's no room for anything else.

What the imagination can't conjure, reality delivers with a shrug.

If you're gonna talk about World War II as if you personally won it, let's be clear where you were stationed - on a film set, shooting blanks, wearing makeup, and if you're going to hit me, I'd like to take off my glasses.

I work in a bathtub, surrounded by water. So I'm fairly certain that even if the whole goddamn country was on fire, that I can still function as this family's personal slave. And all I ask is not to be interrupted for every little slice of fucking birthday cake. What? It's ridiculous!

... and reality has delivered, in all its beautific wonder, to the Federal penal system, J. Parnell Thomas - convicted of tax evasion.

Well, I despise martyrdom and I won't fight for a lost cause. So you're right. I'm not willing to lose it all. Certainly not them. But I am willing to risk it all. That's where the radical and the rich guy make a perfect combination. The radical may fight with the purity of Jesus. But the rich guy wins with the cunning of Satan.

Oh, why is that? All it says is that Congress has no right to investigate how we vote or where we pray, what we think, say or how we make movies. Hello, I'm Dalton Trumbo.

Well, that's where we disagree and that's the point. We both have the right to be wrong.

The blacklist was a time of evil.

And no one who survived it came through untouched by evil.

Caught in a situation that had passed beyond the control of mere individuals.

Each person reacted as his nature, his needs, his convictions, and his particular circumstances compelled him to.

It was a time of fear.

And no one was exempt.

Scores of people lost their homes.

Their families disintegrated. They lost!

And in some…

Some even lost their lives.

But when you look back upon that dark time, as I think you should every now and then, it will do you no good to search for heroes or villains.

There weren't any.

There were only victims.

Victims, because each of us felt compelled to say or do things that we otherwise would not.

To deliver or receive wounds which we truly did not wish to exchange.

I look out to my family sitting there, and I realize what I've put them through. And it's unfair.

You're not fooling anybody when you say what happened 15 years ago was a natural disaster. Not an earthquake, it wasn't a typhoon. Okay? So stop... Look, I'm tired of talking to you about this. I want my son. I wanna see my son. I wanna know that he's all right. This guy, this guy knows. He knows where he is. Musuko wa dokoda? I want my son. And I want my bag and discs. And I wanna talk to somebody in charge, not you. No, not you. I'm done talking to you. All right? You're looking at me right now, like I'm in a fish tank, right? That's fine. Because I know what happened here. And you keep telling everybody that this place is a death zone, but it's not! You're lying. Because what's really happening is that your hiding something out there. I'm right, aren't I? My wife died here! Something killed my wife. And I've a right to know! I deserve answers!

See? There it is again! That is not a transformer malfunction, that is an electromagnetic pulse! And it effects everything from miles and miles, and it is happening again! This is what caused everything to happen in the first place! Can't you see that? And it's gonna send us back to the Stone Age! You have no idea what's coming.

Go home to your family. You keep them safe. Okay? Whatever it takes.

I have to go back to our house. I need my old disks, if they're still there. I need the data to be able to prove a baseline here that this isn't a fantasy, that I'm not what you think I am. I'm gonna find the truth and end this. Whatever it takes.

Because I sent her down there, son.

I have to go! I came back here and I wasted six years staring through that barbed wire, thinking it was a military mistake or some horrible design flaw that they were covering up. One day... I met a guy who runs a cargo boat offshore. Every day he goes right past the reactor site. So he places a couple frequency monitors on bouys for me. Two weeks ago... I check this thing like every other day just for the kick in the teeth. Two weeks ago, I'm tuning in and, oh, my God... there it is. Whatever "it" is, that's in there. Whatever it is they're guarding so carefully... started talking again. And I mean talking.

I'm not crazy.

This is the best bad idea we have, sir. By far.

I am not going to leave him at the airport with six people and his dick in his hand. Tell the Director to call the White House. Do your fucking job!

Brace yourself; it's like talking to those two old fucks on "The Muppets".

It all just changed. They called the game. You've got to come back. Joint Chiefs are planning a military rescue of the hostages in a month. Delta Force started training to storm the grounds. So if the six of them get brought down there, they won't be held for long.

It's over, Tony.

Listen to me. The thinking's changed. Six Americans get pulled out of a Canadian diplomat's house and executed, it's a world outrage. Six Americans get caught playing movie make-believe with the CIA at the airport and executed, it's a national embarrassment. They're calling the operation.

What we are is required to follow orders. I'm sorry.

He wants to give you the Intelligence Star. You're getting the highest award of merit of the clandestine services of these United States. Ceremony's on the 14th.

The op was classified, so the ceremony's classified. He can't know about it. Nobody can know about it.