There Will Be Blood

H. M. Tilford: Where you gonna put it all? Where? Build a pipeline, make a deal with Union Oil? Be my guest, but if you can't pull it off, you've got an ocean of oil under your feet, with nowhere to go. Why not turn it over to us? We'll make you rich. You spend time with your boy. It's a great discovery. Now let us help you. Daniel: [after long pause] Did you just tell me how to run my family? Tilford: It might be more important now that you've proven the field and we're offering to buy you out. Daniel: One night, I'm gonna come to you, inside of your house, wherever you're sleeping, and I'm going to cut your throat.

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Daniel Plainview: You're not my son. Never have been. You're an... you're an orphan. D'you ever hear that word? [to George] Tell 'em what I said! You operated here today like one. I should have seen this coming. I should have known that under this, all these past years, you've been building your hate for me piece by piece. I don't even know who you are because you have none of me in you. You're someone else's. This anger, your maliciousness, backwards dealings with me. You're an orphan from a basket in the middle of the desert, and I took you for no other reason than I needed a sweet face to buy land. D'you get that? So now you know. [whistles mockingly] Look at me. You're lower than a bastard. You have none of me in you. You're just a bastard from a basket. H. W.'s Interpreter, George: I thank God I have none of you in me. Daniel: [H.W. and George get up and begin to leave the room] You're not my son. You're just a little piece of competition. Bastard from a basket. Bastard from a bas

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Eli Sunday: You are a stupid man, Abel. You've let someone come in here and walk all over us. You let him in and do his work here, and you are a stupid man for what we could have had. Abel Sunday: I followed His word, Eli. I tried. Eli: You didn't do anything but sit down. You're lazy and you're stupid. Do you think God is going to save you for being stupid? He doesn't save stupid people, Abel.

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Eli Sunday: Daniel, I'm asking if you'd like to have business with the Church of the Third Revelation in developing this lease on young Bandy's thousand acre tract. I'm offering you to drill on one of the great undeveloped fields of Little Boston! Daniel Plainview: I'd be happy to work with you. Eli: You would? Yes, yes, of course. That’s wonderful. Daniel: But there is one condition for this work. Eli: All right. Daniel: I'd like you to tell me that you are a false prophet. I'd like you to tell me that you are, and have been, a false prophet, and that God is a superstition.

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Daniel Plainview: You're not the chosen brother, Eli. 'Twas Paul who was chosen. See, he found me and told me about your land. You're just a fool! Eli Sunday: Why are you talking about Paul? Don't say this to me. Daniel: I did what your brother couldn't. I broke you and I beat you. It was Paul who told me about you. He's the prophet. He's the smart one. He knew what was there. He found me to take it out of the ground. You know what the funny thing is? Listen, listen, listen! I paid him $10,000 cash in hand, just like that. He has his own company now — prosperous little business — three wells producing $5000 a week. Stop crying, you sniveling ass! Stop your nonsense! You're just the afterbirth, Eli — Eli: No... Daniel: — that slithered out in your mother's filth. They should have put you in a glass jar on a mantelpiece. Where were you when Paul was suckling at his mother's teat, eh? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor Eli? One of Bandy's sows? That land has been had. There’s nothi

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