"So just as I had to kill you back on Ponder Rock, you have a terrible choice to make here. You have to kill me...if you want to live. And if you live, you will be as a walrus...that you almost are. So...either you go full walrus...or this! [attacks]"

"Some years back, I was rescued from the island of Ponder Rock. A mere hour after I had butchered my sweet savior walrus...in order to live. I marked this occasion for fifteen years now...by allowing my flippered friend the fighting chance he never had. So...you will fight me like a walrus! Or you will die!!"

"Yes...isn't this soothing to the soul? You know, if I close my eyes, I can almost imagine being back on Ponder Rock. I knew peace in this twisted, hateful world. I miss our little paradise, Mr. Tusk. This is just a poor facsimile of the magical enclave from when we first became good friends. You remember? Until that...terrible day. Man feeds on the meat and sinew of the helpless until we are all...alone. We survive at all costs only to butcher again and again until we ourselves are at last butchered in turn. You were not prepared for me last time, Mr. Tusk. You were not ready for the fight. But this time, it will be different...because I have hardened you. Just to show you how cruel man can really be. And if I have truly brought out the walrus in you...this time...you might just prevail."

"Yes... Now go to the fish, Mr. Tusk. Take the mackerel. FEED..."

"Ahoy, matey! You know...it has occurred to me. If you are to fulfill your destiny...if you are to be a true walrus. Well, Mr. Tusk...a walrus must learn to swim."

"Oh, there, there, there, Mr. Tusk. There, there, I understand. It is very hard to be the elephant of the deep blue sea."

"Mr. Tusk...why do you blubber so? Are you really mourning your loss of humanity? I don't understand. Who in the hell would want to be human? God Almighty... In all of my travels, I've only ever known a human to be an ocean of shit. And my vessel, she lists, leaking."

"I'm so very tired, Mr. Tusk. Battered by a life of cruel fate...poor decisions...and the terrible consequences of both."

"Now...shall we dispense with the chuffa, Mr. Bryton? Perhaps it'd be best, in this, our burgeoning relationship to reveal our hearts with absolute candor. You see...for some time now...I've been constructing a very realistic walrus suit. And I believe with a few modifications, it will fit you just perfectly. But...whilst in the walrus suit, you must be a walrus. There'll be no sounds of a human voice. You must communicate everything you do as a walrus. Do you understand?"

"Your life as you knew it is over, Mr. Bryton. Should you wish to continue living, you will be a walrus...or you will be nothing at all."

"Well, someone's looking for Wallace! Yes...it must be nice to know that somebody cares about you that much. Just what I felt on the island with Mr. Tusk. He was the only living thing that ever had my best interests at heart. As a child, I was not cared for so much as I was...filed away, like a document. A document fed into a shredding machine and fueled by the blood of the innocent. You see, I am a Duplessis Orphan. Now, Maurice Duplessis was the Premier of Quebec in those days. He was the head of the Conservative Party and with strong ties to the Catholic Church. As a matter of fact, it was in collusion with these charlatans of the Lord that Duplessis brought upon Quebec la Grande Noirceur. The Great Darkness. As a boy of 10, my mother and father took me to Montreal. I had never seen anything so beautiful and bright and big and wonderful in my life. But when night falls in Montreal, the monsters come out to play. We were walking to dinner and were accosted by brigands in a back alley. My father was stabbed several times with the mugger's knife and my mother's throat was slashed as if she were cattle. I was placed in an abandoned boys' home in Quebec. Boys whose lives had been destroyed. Provinces were responsible financially for all of the orphanages. The government was responsible for the mental institutions. So Duplessis and the Church, they came up with a scheme to obtain more money by reclassifying the orphanages as mental health-care facilities. And when nobody raised their voice in protest, why, they just shut down the orphanages and sent all the children, including me, to insane asylums. And so for the next five years, I was tortured, I was beaten, I was raped. I have had things in my mouth that no human being should ever taste. They never thought of me as a person. They just thought to use me. And use me they did. Priests, politicians...all pederasts. Even the nurses and nuns and night watchmen. All of them witches, all there to satisfy their most base...physical and financial desires...through the lips and rectum of a child. So with no one to answer to for their horrid crimes, these devils ran amuck with my innocence. But at age 15, I escaped Canada. Got on a boat, went to the United States, and never looked back. Until now. Yes...man is a savage animal, Mr. Bryton. Better to be a walrus."

"Is man truly a walrus at heart?"

"I think that the real savage animals are the human beings."

"The sun was shining on the sea. Shining with all his might. He did his very best to make the billows smooth and bright. And this was rather odd because it was the middle of the night."

"Oh, how I have missed you, Mr. Tusk. How I've missed our merry times together on Ponder Rock. I've regretted every day of my return to this wretched...civilization. This anxious, silly world, with all the banality of a breakfast cereal. The worst of man has long been fetid with greed and indifference. The best of man has long been lobotomized by reality television. I never should have left the wilderness. I never should have left you. This writhing nest of two-legged bipeds. Each devouring the other to stay alive. And I betrayed you. For what? Man's world? An immoral cesspool, boded with the wayward, and the destitute."

"There, there...it'll be alright. It'll be alright, Mr. Tusk."

"(narration of his letter) Hello, I am an old man who has enjoyed a long and storied life at sea. I am a proud Canadian who has traveled a peculiar path lo these many years. And after eons of oceanic adventure, I find myself a landlubber, with Manitoba as my final port. I know I do not wish to spend my remaining years alone in a giant house. Not when I have such stories to share. So to this end, I'm offering a room for rent in my stately woodland home. This arrangement will be free of charge, providing you to perform the simple household chores I can no longer tend to from the confines of this accursed wheelchair. But though I may be old, I have lived. And I will tell you all about my many adventures, in vivid detail. Please feel free to call me at the number below. Respectfully, Howard Howe."

"You are a kitchen witch of only good fortune."

"I customized that bike for myself. It's too wild, you couldn't handle it."

"Otomo’s vision is violent, angry and often ugly, but it is also arresting and powerful. Thirteen years after its initial release, “Akira” remains a watershed film in the history of Japanese animation and anime fandom in America."

"Katsuhiro Otomo’s dark, alienated “Akira” (1988) is widely credited with creating a mass audience for Japanese animation in America. It has been a perennial favorite on college campuses and in revival houses, despite a bad English dub that made its convoluted story all but incomprehensible."

"“Akira” (at the Westside Pavilion), a Japanese animated feature based on Katsuhiro Otomo’s popular comic books about a teen-age motorcycle gang, is a compendium of the worst cliches of Japanese animation--two hours of chases, laser attacks, machine-gun battles, spilled stage blood, computer-animated backgrounds and hokey dialogue."

"Violent as it is on the surface, Akira is tranquil at its core. The story's sanest characters plead for the wise use of mankind's frightening new powers, lending the whole film the feeling of a cautionary tale."

"Mr. Otomo invests this dark flowering of post-nuclear civilization with a clean, mean beauty. The drawings of Neo-Tokyo by night are so intricately detailed that all the individual windows of huge skyscrapers appear distinct."

"The setting is the sprawling Neo-Tokyo of 2019, 31 years after the city was devastated in a nuclear war. Amazingly, it has been built back to several times its original size (those Japanese are industrious), and most of the prewar brand names-or at least those that have paid promotional fees-have survived."

"Neo-Tokyo is about to E.X.P.L.O.D.E."

"The definitive science fiction masterpiece. This is an unmissable anime classic!"

"2019, Neo-Tokyo: a never-ending puzzle begins. The trump card is... top secret. Film to be treated as hazardous material."

"Police Officer: I'm not that much older than you, so don't call me paps or you'll find yourself polishin' my boots with your towel!"

"Kai: Something seemed odd the second I saw his face. It's strange. He was wearing what looked like a white hospital dress. He acted like a different thing. Yamagata asked him if he was really Tetsuo or if he was someone else."

"The passion to build has cooled, and the joy of construction has forgotten. Now, it's just a stupid made up of a bunch of suckling fools!"

"Look at what they have in their panic, they were afraid! They were too scared, so they hided it away from the public. They forgot all courage and honor, cast off the freedom and learning we had made, and close the lid of the Pandora's Box they themselves had opened!"

"Enough! Open up your eyes and look at the big picture; you're all puppets of broken politicians and capitalists. Don't you understand, it's utterly pointless to fight each other."

"Scientists are a bunch of idiots. Police men always consider the tents first."

"My job isn't to believe or believe. It is to act or not act!"

"You want me to get in there in that kindergarten room and live stupidly ever after, huh?! Be quiet, do what you're told, take your medicine every day, and wake up all day like those kids?!"

"I am Tetsuo."

"Twin ceramic rotor drives on each wheel! And these look like computer controlled anti-lock brakes! Wow, 200 horses at 12,000 rpm!"

"[Repeated line] TETSUO!"

"[when he claims to Ryu he knows who the new subject is] Come on... Don't they say the only amazing questions are asked ones? [Ryu walks up to him with a sinister expression] Huh? They don't?"

"[holding soldiers at gunpoint] Hands up, now! Where in the hell's the facedown baby room?!"

"[To a man dressed in a black suit] What's with the get-up, huh? You goin' to a funeral?!"

"[Streamline Dub (1989)] And what do we have here, huh? You the funeral director?"

"Play Or Be Played"

"Oscar Hsu — Chinese Waiter"

"Jude Law — Ted Pikul"