[smashing the door to bits with an axe] Wendy, I'm home.
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Stanley Kubrick
Stanley Kubrick (; July 26, 1928 – March 7, 1999) was an American film director, screenwriter, producer, cinematographer, editor, and photographer. He is frequently cited as one of the greatest and most influential directors in cinematic history. His films, which are mostly adaptations of novels or short stories, cover a wide range of genres, and are noted for their realism, dark humor, unique cinematography, extensive set designs, and evocative use of music. Kubrick was raised in the Bronx, New York City, and attended William Howard Taft High School from 1941 to 1945. Although he only received average grades, Kubrick displayed a keen interest in literature, photography, and film from a young age, and taught himself all aspects of film production and directing after graduating from high school. After working as a photographer for Look magazine in the late 1940s and early 1950s, he began making short films on a shoestring budget, and made his first major Hollywood film, The Killing, for United Artists in 1956. This was followed by two collaborations with Kirk Douglas, the war picture Paths of Glory (1957) and the historical epic Spartacus (1960). His reputation as a filmmaker in Hollywood grew, and he was approached by Marlon Brando to film what would become One-Eyed Jacks (1961), though Brando eventually decided to direct it himself. Creative differences arising from his work with Douglas and the film studios, a dislike of Hollywood, and a growing concern about crime in America prompted Kubrick to move to the United Kingdom in 1961, where he spent most of the remainder of his life and career. His home at Childwickbury Manor in Hertfordshire, which he shared with his wife Christiane, became his workplace, where he did his writing, research, editing, and management of production detail
Larry, just between you and me, we got a very serious problem with the people taking care of the place. They turned out to be completely unreliable assholes.
White Man's Burden, Lloyd, my man! White Man's Burden.
We've got canned fruits and vegetables, canned fish and meats, hot and cold syrups, Post Toasties, Corn Flakes, Sugar Puffs, Rice Krispies, Oatmeal... and Cream of Wheat. You got... [then, telepathically to Danny] How'd you like some ice cream, Doc?...a dozen jugs of black molasses, we got sixty…
Some places are like people: some shine and some don't.
Come out, come out, whereever you are.
Lloyd: What will you be drinking, sir? Jack Torrance: Hair of the dog that bit me, Lloyd.
Jack Torrance: [laughs] Well, it's certainly got plenty of that. Stuart Ullman: ...The winters can be fantastically cruel. And the basic idea is to cope with the very costly damage and depreciation which can occur. And this consists mainly of running the boiler, heating different parts of the hotel…
Wendy, listen. Let me out of here and I'll forget the whole damn thing! It'll be just like nothing ever happened. Wendy, baby, I think you hurt my head real bad. I'm dizzy, I need a doctor. Honey, don't leave me here.
[staring at the drink in his hand] Here's to five miserable months on the wagon, and all the irreparable harm it has caused me.
I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of them. Best goddamned bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
Jack Torrance: Well, that is quite a story. Stuart Ullman: Yeah it is. It's still hard for me to believe it happened here. It did, and I think you can appreciate why I wanted to tell you about it. Jack Torrance: I certainly can and I also understand why your people in Denver left it for you to tell…
[about Wendy] Delbert Grady: I feel you will have to deal with this matter in the harshest possible way, Mr. Torrance. Jack Torrance: There's nothing I look forward to with greater pleasure, Mr. Grady.
Jack Torrance: The most terrible nightmare I ever had. It's the most horrible dream I ever had. Wendy Torrance: It's OK, it's OK now. Really. Jack Torrance: I dreamed that I, that I killed you and Danny. But I didn't just kill ya. I cut you up in little pieces. Oh my God. I must be losing my mind.
Wendy Torrance: Hey. Wasn't it around here that the Donner Party got snowbound? Jack Torrance: I think that was farther west in the Sierras. Wendy Torrance: Oh. Danny Torrance: What was the Donner Party? Jack Torrance: They were a party of settlers in covered-wagon times. They got snowbound one…
God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.
Jack Torrance: Mr. Grady, you were the caretaker here. I recognize ya. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You, uh, chopped your wife and daughters up into little bits. And then you blew your brains out. Delbert Grady: That's strange, sir. I don't have any recollection of that at all.
Danny Torrance: Dad? Jack Torrance: Yes? Danny Torrance: Do you like this hotel? Jack Torrance: Yes, I do. I love it. Don't you? Danny Torrance: I guess so. Jack Torrance: Good. I want you to like it here. I wish we could stay here forever... and ever... and ever.
Jack Torrance: Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me. And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. You understand? Wendy Torrance: Yeah. Jack Torrance: Now, we're going to make a new…
Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in. Not by the hair of your chiny-chin-chin? Well then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in. [axes the door]