The Theory of Everything (2014 film)

The Theory of Everything is a 2014 British biographical film about the physicist Stephen Hawking, chronicling his work, marriage to his wife Jane, and his struggles with motor neuron disease.

Directed by James Marsh. Written by Anthony McCarten, based on Travelling to Infinity: My Life with Stephen by Jane Wilde Hawking.

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Stephen Hawking

It is clear that we are just an advanced breed of primates on a minor planet orbiting around a very average star, in the outer suburb of one among a hundred billion galaxies. BUT, ever since the dawn of civilization people have craved for an understanding of the underlying order of the world. There ought to be something very special about the boundary conditions of the universe. And what can be more special than that there is no boundary? And there should be no boundary to human endeavor. We are all different. However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there is life, there is hope.

Dialogue

Jane Wilde: What about you? What are you?...

Stephen Hawking: Cosmologist, I'm a Cosmologist.

Jane Wilde: What is that?

Stephen Hawking: It is a kind of religion for intelligent atheists.

Jane Wilde: What do cosmologists worship?

Stephen Hawking: A single unifying equation that explains everything in the universe.

Jane Wilde: So, I take it you've never been to church?

Stephen Hawking: Once upon a time.

Jane Wilde: Tempted to convert?

Stephen Hawking: I have a slight problem with the celestial dictatorship premise.

Jane Wilde: Stephen...

Stephen Hawking: You just missed him. He was here earlier.

Jane Wilde: Don't do this.

Stephen Hawking: Go.

Jane Wilde: Croquet. Play a game with me.

Stephen Hawking: Go.

[Jane leans down close to him]

Jane Wilde: If you don't get up and play a game with me, I won't come back here again. Ever.

Stephen Hawking: ... [gets up]

Frank Hawking: I...don't think you realize what lies ahead, Jane. His life is going to be very short. So, be careful. The weight of science is against you, and this will not be a fight, Jane. This is going to be a very heavy defeat. For all of us.

Jane Wilde: I know what you all think. That...that I don't look like a terribly strong person. But I love him, and he loves me. We're going to fight this illness together. All of us.

Brian: Stephen, your 'motor-mouth' disease, does it affect, um...

Stephen Hawking: What?

Brian: [Gesturing towards his crotch] Uh, everything?

Stephen Hawking: What? No. Different system. Automatic.

Brian: Are you serious? Well that's pretty wonderful isn't it? Well it certainly explains a lot about men.

Beryl Wilde: I'd like to make a suggestion. Might sound a bit unusual, but I have seen it work wonders. I think that you should consider joining the church choir.

Jane Hawking: [chuckling] Mum, I think that's possibly the most English thing anyone has ever said.

Stephen Hawking: We can't afford a live-in nurse.

Frank Hawking: Stephen, you need to find a way for your family's sake. You're world famous.

Stephen Hawking: For black holes. Not for rock concerts.

Stephen Hawking: I will write a book.

Jane Hawking: About what?

Stephen Hawking: Time.

Jane Hawking: Time?

Stephen Hawking: What is the nature of time? Will it ever come to an end? Can we go back in time? Some day these answers may seem as obvious to us as the Earth orbiting the sun, or perhaps as ridiculous as a tower of tortoises. Only time, that's what we say.

Stephen Hawking: I have asked Elaine to travel with me to America. She will look after me.

Jane Hawking: ...Will she?

Stephen Hawking: Yes.

Jane Hawking: ...You always used to tell me when an invitation came in.

Stephen Hawking: Another award. What can you do?

Jane Hawking: ...

Stephen Hawking: I am sorry. How many years?

Jane Hawking: They said two. You've had so many... [begins to cry]

[Stephen moves closer to her]

Stephen Hawking: Everything will be okay.

[Jane leans down close to him]

Jane Hawking: [crying] I have loved you. I did my best.

Jane Hawking: Congratulations...my Companion of Honour. Not bad for an old liberal socialist. Don't worry, you can decline the knighthood. Thank you, for today. It was extraordinary. It's all been rather extraordinary though, hasn't it?

[Stephen starts typing]

Jane Hawking: What are you writing?

Stephen Hawking: Look what we made.

[Jane follows his gaze to where their three children are playing and smiles]