There is a time in the life of every predicament where it is ripe for resolution. Emotions provide the cue to act when a problem is big enough to see, yet still small enough to solve. By understanding your emotions, you can move adeptly through your current challenges and prevent future ones.

We are not angels, we are merely sophisticated apes. Yet we feel like angels trapped inside the bodies of beasts, craving transcendence and all the time trying to spread our wings and fly off, and it's really a very odd predicament to be in, if you think about it.

I have some cops in my family. I understand the predicament that they're in. Sometimes they go into it just to pay the bills or because they don't have other choices, or sometimes they just want to get the gun.

Bankruptocracy is as much a European predicament as it is an American 'invention.' The difference between the experience of the two continents is that at least Americans did not have to labour under the enormous design faults of the eurozone.

Sebastian: Sounds great... I love you too.
Kathryn: [mocking Sebastian] "I love you"? My God. You are completely pussy-whipped.
Sebastian: Stop it.
Kathryn: What happened to us?
Sebastian: Nothing's changed.
Kathryn: Yes it has. You're in love with her, you don't
love me anymore.
Sebastian: Come on, Kathryn, it's just a bet.
Sebastian: [after being kissed by Kathryn and pushing her away] This is ridiculous.
Kathryn: What's ridiculous, dear brother, is you! Look at yourself, look at what you've been reduced to! Have you given any thought to what's going to happen when school starts? Not
only are you dating Miss Seventeen Magazine, but she's also the new headmaster's daughter. Before you know it, you'll be giving campus tours with her. Oh, wait, her father doesn't know about your past, does he? I doubt he'd let his little princess be seen with the likes of you. Hmm... It's so disappointing to see Annette's manifesto was a total sham. Though, as student body president, I feel it's
my sworn duty to tell him.
[picks up the phone and starts dialing]
Sebastian: Put the phone down.
Kathryn: Shh, this will only take a second.
Kathryn: [after Sebastian grabs the phone and slams it down] Hmm, quite the predicament you're in.
Sebastian: I don't care what you say. The fact of the
matter is that I was planning on telling her everything this afternoon.
Kathryn: Oh, that's right, I forgot, you're so in love. Do you honestly believe you've done a complete 180 in the few days you've known her? Well let me tell you something, people don't change overnight. You and I are two of a kind. At least I have the guts to admit it. You were going to leave school a
legend, now you're going to leave a joke.
Sebastian: Well, I'm willing to take my chances.
Kathryn: Don't do it, Sebastian. Not only will you ruin your reputation, you'll destroy hers.

Cotton: Don't you fuckin' move!
[Debbie jumps, grabbing Sidney in the process, holding Sidney in front of her, while holding the knife to Sidney's throat]
Cotton: GODDAMN IT!
[Cotton jumps onto the stage]
Sydney: [Scared and Sarcastically] Hey, Cotton.
Cotton: Okay, okay, everybody just calm
down. I've had a very, very bad day and I would like to know exactly what the fuck is going on here! Sidney?
Sydney: Cotton, meet Billy Loomis' Mother. She's the killer
Cotton: What?
[He backs into Mickey's foot]
Cotton: Then who's that?
Sydney: The other killer: Mickey.
[Cotton chuckles]
Sydney: Look, Cotton-...
Cotton: Shut up.
[Looks over at Mrs. Loomis]
Cotton: Hi. You're not Debbie Salt, are you? You're not with the Post Telegraph?
[He backs into one of the fallen stage prop pillars]
Debbie: No, but I can still help you, Cotton.
Cotton: Ah, ah,
ah!
Debbie: You don't need her! Let me kill her. As long as she's alive, you're never gonna be the lead story if that's what you want. If you really want this moment in the spotlight, just let me kill her! And then, you're the only survivor, you're the star!
[Cotton looks unsure]
Debbie: She sent you to prison for a year! Personally, I think
it's rather poetic!
[Cotton considers it]
Sydney: No. No, Cotton, don't you listen to her!
Cotton: Whoa.
[Chuckles]
Cotton: Whoa. What a predicament you're in, Sid.
Sydney: Cotton!
Cotton: I mean she makes a good point. Let me think about this. Maybe you should,
too. I'll bet you that Diane Sawyer interview's looking real good right bout now.
[Sidney starts thinking it over]
Cotton: Hmm?
Sydney: [after thinking it over a little longer] Consider it done.
Sydney: [Cotton fires the gun, sending both Sidney and Mrs. Loomis backward; But it is Mrs. Loomis whom was shot by Cotton]
Cotton: [after Sidney coughs and sits up] Whoa, that... was intense.
[Sidney looks over at Mrs. Loomis' dead body, then gets up]
Cotton: Hey, Sidney, look I want you to know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.
Sydney: Cotton, give me the gun.
Cotton: [after a brief pause] Yeah,
sure, take it.

Ivan Locke: What the fuck are you looking at? Laughing, aren't you? Laughing at my predicament! Familiar predicament to a man like you, isn't it dad? There he is, look! Like father, like son! There's the man I made. What is it they say,"the apple doesn't fall far from the tree"? Well, that's where you're wrong! Listen to me, you fucking piece of worthless shit: I want you to
watch. Do you know, infact, I would like to take a fucking shovel and dig you up out of the fucking ground and make you watch me tonight. I would pull open your eyes and kick the mud and worms and shit out of your fucking ears just for the duration of this journey, because it's me driving. Me! Not you. And unlike you, I will drive straight to the place where I should be, and I will be there to
take care of my... to take care of my fuck-up.