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12-27-2008, 08:27 PM | #41 (permalink) | |
locomotive power
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as for De Niro, who always comes to mind when I think of Pacino, I don't even wonna start. he can't sink any lower...there is only up, and I hope he finds his way.nowadays when I know his in a film I don't even bother. |
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12-28-2008, 06:08 PM | #42 (permalink) |
locomotive power
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Donnie: "Dear Roberta Sparrow, I reached into your book and... there's so many things i need to ask you. Sometimes I'm afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I'm afraid that you'll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to."
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12-28-2008, 06:17 PM | #43 (permalink) |
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Basically all of the Big Lebowski has been uttered by me at one time or another but this just cracks me up every time I hear it:
"Well, say what you will about the tenets of National Socialism, but at least it's an ethos."
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01-08-2009, 10:53 PM | #46 (permalink) |
Groupie
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Hellraiser- your suffering will be legendary even in hell
Shaun of the dead- you got red on you silence of the lambs- A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti." the terminator- i'll be back poltergiste- there hear |
01-08-2009, 10:58 PM | #47 (permalink) |
down the rabbit hole
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my favorite is probably
Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a ****. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and ****in' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the ****in' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure **** it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president. matt damon - good will hunting the fact that he wrote it really makes it that much better too |
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