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

Vincent: You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back.
[last lines]
Vincent: [voiceover] 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.
Vincent: I don't know how to thank you.
Jerome: No, no. I got the better end of the deal. I only lent you my body. You lent me your dream.
Vincent: There's no gene for fate.
Vincent: What's this?
Dr. Lamar: New policy, what's the matter? Flight got you nervous.
Vincent: Nope, there's a problem Lamar...
Dr. Lamar: ...I still haven't told you about my son, have I? He's a big fan of yours...
Vincent: Just remember. I was as good as any, and better than most...
Dr. Lamar: ...He wants to apply here...
Vincent: ...I could've gone up and back and nobody would've been the wiser...
Dr. Lamar: ...unfortunately my son's not all that they promised. But then again, who knows what he could do.
[test reveals Vincent as invalid]
Dr. Lamar: For future reference, right-handed men don't hold it with their left. Just one of those things.
[Lamar hits button revealing Jerome's valid i.d]
Vincent: [Vincent stares into Lamar's eyes, hesitating]
Dr. Lamar: You're gonna miss your flight, Vincent.
Anton Freeman: Vincent! How are you doing this Vincent? How have you done any of this? We have to go back.
Vincent: It's too late for that. We're closer to the other side.
Anton Freeman: What other side? You wanna drown us both?
Vincent: You wanna know how I did it? This is how I did it Anton. I never saved anything for the swim back.
Vincent: 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.
[Irene has discovered Vincent's secret]
Irene: I don't even know who you are.
Vincent: I'm the same person I was yesterday.
Irene: I can't hear any more of your lies Jerome...
Vincent: 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!
Vincent: You're a "God-child"?
Vincent: [takes Irene's hand and places over his heart] 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.
Irene: It's not possible.
Vincent: 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.
Vincent: [narrating] 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.
[first title card]
Title Card: "Consider God's handiwork; who can straighten what He hath made crooked?" - Ecclesiastes 7:13
Jerome: We have to get drunk immediately.
[second title card]
Title Card: "I not only think that we will tamper with Mother Nature, I think Mother wants us to." - Willard Gaylin
[Scene of a beach at sunset]
Vincent: [narrating] I was conceived in the Riviera.
[Camera pans down to reveal Vincent's parents beginning to make love in the back of a Buick Riviera parked by the beach]
Vincent: Not the French Riviera, the Detroit variety.
Vincent: They used to say that a child conceived in love has a greater chance of happiness. They don't say that anymore.
Vincent: We shed 500 million cells a day.
Jerome: If at first you don't succeed... try, try again.
Vincent: I was never more certain of how far away I was from my goal than when I was standing right beside it.
[Vincent is looking at the 12-fingered pianist]
Irene: You didn't know?
Vincent: Oh, I knew.
Irene: It's amazing, isn't it?
Vincent: Twelve fingers or one, it's how you play
Irene: That piece can only be played with twelve.
Vincent: How the hell did you get up here?
Jerome: Oh, I could always walk... I've been faking it.
Vincent: They think I killed the mission director.
Jerome: What makes you think that?
Vincent: They found my eye lash.
Jerome: Where?
Vincent: In the corridor.
Jerome: Ah well it could be worse. They could have found it in your eye.
Vincent: There's more vodka in this piss than there is piss.
[Vincent is applying for employment at Gattaca. He has supplied a urine sample for analysis. When Dr. Lamar puts the sample into a genetic analyzer, the machine identifies it as "VALID", "MORROW, JEROME", "011010100-09564"]
Dr. Lamar: Congratulations.
Vincent: Well, what about the interview?
Dr. Lamar: That was it.
Vincent: Blood has no nationality
Irene: I have this crazy idea you're more interested in the murder case than me.
Vincent: You're right. That's crazy.
Antonio: We were just wondering if, if it is good to just leave a few things to, to chance?
Geneticist: We want to give your child the best possible start. Believe me, we have enough imperfection built in already. Your child doesn't need any more additional burdens. Keep in mind, this child is still you. Simply, the best, of you. You could conceive naturally a thousand times and never get such a result.
Vincent: A year is a long time.
Irene: Not so long. Just once around the sun.
[first lines]
Director Josef: You keep your work station so clean, Jerome.
Vincent: It's next to godliness. Isn't that what they say?
Director Josef: Godliness. I reviewed your flight plan. Not one error in a million keystrokes. Phenomenal. It's right that someone like you is taking us to Titan.
Vincent: Has the committee approved the mission? There's been talk of delay.
Director Josef: You shouldn't listen to talk. You leave in a week. You've got a substance test.
Det. Hugo: Hello everyone, nice to see you. I am your detective for the evening. Please don't leave the premises.
[people start scattering]
Det. Hugo: I said please don't leave the premises. Am I speaking in some kind of strange foreign language?
Vincent: Is the only way you can succeed is to see me fail?
[During his transformation into "Jerome"]
German: There's still the matter of your height.
Vincent: How tall are you?
Jerome: 4'6"
Vincent: I meant before your accident.
Vincent: No, there's truly nothing remarkable about the progress of Jerome Morrow...
Vincent: Except that I am *not* Jerome Morrow.
Jerome: Jerome Morrow was never meant to be one step down on the podium.
Jerome: What's your number, you fucking flat foot!
Irene: How many launches are there each day, Vincent? A dozen?
Vincent: Sometimes more.
Irene: You're the only one that watches all of them. If you're going to pretend like you don't care, don't look up.
Vincent: I'm sorry, the wind caught it...
[Anton confronts Vincent at Gattaca Aerospace]
Vincent: What are you doing here, Anton?
Anton Freeman: I should ask *you* that question. I have a right to be here. You don't.
Vincent: Heh! You almost sound as if you believe that. I committed no murder. You must be disappointed.
Anton Freeman: You've committed *fraud*. Listen, you're in a lot of trouble, Vincent. I can get you out of here...
Vincent: Do you have any idea what it took to get IN here?
Irene: "Unacceptable risk of heart failure." I think that's what the manual says. The only trip I'll take in space is around the sun on this satellite right here.
[after vomiting]
Jerome: Do you want some of this? I could keep it for you in case you ever need it... I'm sorry. Sorry.
Jerome: My eyes are prettier.
Dr. Lamar: Jerome, Jerome, the metronome.
Vincent: He had everything except desire.
[after examining the murder of a man bludgeoned to death with a keyboard]
Det. Hugo: Well... I guess we can rule out suicide.
Vincent: I'll never understand what possessed my mother to put her faith in God's hands, rather than her local geneticist.
Antonio: [to Vincent] The only way you're going to see the inside of a spaceship is if you were cleaning it.
Jerome: [to Vincent while his legs are in vices and healing] Wanna go dancing?
Jerome: What's your number? That's harassment. What's your number?
Caesar: Don't clean the glass too well.
Vincent: Why's that?
Caesar: You might get ideas.
Younger Vincent: Don't eat that, it's Pluto.
Vincent: I can't go anywhere without seeing my own face. They'll recognize me.
Jerome: They won't recognize you.
Vincent: They'll recognize me.
Jerome: I don't recognize you.
Dr. Lamar: You go up next week. Please tell me you're the least bit excited.
Vincent: I'll tell you at the end of the week
German: You serious about this? I hope you're not wasting my time.
Vincent: No, I... I'd give 100 percent.
German: That'll get you half way there.
Vincent: [after Vincent's genetic test] What about the interview?
Dr. Lamar: That was it.
Dr. Lamar: Jerome, never shy, pisses on command. Beautiful piece of equipment you've got there, Jerome. I ever told you that?
Vincent: Only every time I'm in here.
Dr. Lamar: Occupational hazard. I see a great many on the course of any given day. Yours just happens to be an exceptional example. Don't know why my folks didn't order one like that for me.

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