The most amazing monologues ever

Will Munny: All right, I'm coming out. Any man I see out there, I'm gonna shoot him. Any sumbitch takes a shot at me, I'm not only gonna kill him, but I'm gonna kill his wife, all his friends, and burn his damn house down.

Will Munny: You better bury Ned right!... Better not cut up, nor otherwise harm no whores... or I'll come back and kill every one of you sons of bitches.

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Tom Joad: I been thinking about us, too, about our people living like pigs and good rich land layin' fallow. Or maybe one guy with a million acres and a hundred thousand farmers starvin'. And I been wonderin' if all our folks got together and yelled...

Ma Joad: Oh, Tommy, they'd drag you out and cut you down just like they done to Casy.

Tom Joad: They'd drag me anyways. Sooner or later they'd get me for one thing if not for another. Until then...

Ma Joad: Tommy, you're not aimin' to kill nobody.

Tom Joad: No, Ma, not that. That ain't it. It's just, well as long as I'm an outlaw anyways... maybe I can do somethin'... maybe I can just find out somethin', just scrounge around and maybe find out what it is that's wrong and see if they ain't somethin' that can be done about it. I ain't thought it out all clear, Ma. I can't. I don't know enough.

Ma Joad: How am I gonna know about ya, Tommy? Why they could kill ya and I'd never know. They could hurt ya. How am I gonna know?

Tom Joad: Well, maybe it's like Casy says. A fellow ain't got a soul of his own, just little piece of a big soul, the one big soul that belongs to everybody, then...

Ma Joad: Then what, Tom?

Tom Joad: Then it don't matter. I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready, and when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise and livin' in the houses they build - I'll be there, too.

Ma Joad: I don't understand it, Tom.

Tom Joad: Me, neither, Ma, but - just somethin' I been thinkin' about.

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Jonah was thrown overboard by the crew, my beloved. He sank in the middle of the storm. Carried away by such a maelstrom that he barely noticed the moment he was swallowed by the gaping mouth of the whale. And so, the terrifying underwater world revolves around his imprisoned body. Then, from deep into the belly of the monstrous animal, Jonah prays to God. And from the great depths, so large that they cannot be measured, as the great whale lies on the ocean's floor, at the most secret of secret, then God hears Jonah. But consider carefully his prayer, my beloved, as Jonah cries nor moans for his deliverance. He feels that this terrible punishment is fair and for his deliverance he relies fully on his God, despite all the suffering he knows. So, God commands the fish and from the deep, dark and frigid waters the whale slowly swims toward the sun. And the fish threw up Jonah and flung him on the shore, at the behest of the Lord who commanded for the second time. And Jonah, my princess, my beloved, broken Jonah, ears ringing as two shells which keep the endless sound of the sea, Jonah executes the order of the Almighty.

If Jonah had always remained what he was in the beginning - a man of no importance, without valid papers, living in a seedy hotel in a bad neighborhood - if he could always have remained that man, then perhaps he would have slipped through. At least in a temporary situation. But God knew that Jonah would sooner or later have the desire to be seen, recognized, with his own house and papers in order and God, my beloved, God spoke one last time to Jonah and he said this: Jonah, my friend, look. There you are again as before. When you're dead and they bury you, your mouth will still be opened, asking the question: 'What did I do?', because all of this serves higher purposes that you do not know and that you must accept without understanding. And you will always remain like that, mouth opened, without ever being able to understand. Now I may have one last thing to say to you: Do not get noticed, do not arouse our attention, remain unknown to us. Maybe one day in the distant future, when none of it will matter anymore, rituals and forms of your downfall will be made public. So maybe, at a time when there will be no more waiting area at international airports or camps guarded by policemen armed with machine guns, maybe then there will be a rehabilitation trial in which we'll learn that you have harmed no one, that you did not do anything really except draw our curiosity. The great truth, the essential truth, is that despite the large number that you represent, you do not matter. I matter. This is what differentiates us. Accordingly, Jonah, my friend, it is imperative that you disappear and that, Me, I remain.

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