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Post by HoodooOperator on Feb 15, 2008 0:00:07 GMT -5
Classic Rock.
"I film this shit, I yell cut and then I get the fu*k outta here back to my trailer, because I got more white girls in there than the first lifeboat of the Titanic, and they all want a part in my movie, and I got just the part for 'em!"
Post by popsicle sarah on Feb 15, 2008 23:00:32 GMT -5
Barry: "Hey, Dante. Uh, my girlfriend and I caught you on the news yesterday." Dante: "Really?" Barry: "Yeah." Dante: "By 'girlfriend,' do you mean that piece of rabbit fur you rub on your d!ck every night?" Barry: "(Laughing) Yeah. Yeah." - Grandma's Boy
"I can no longer sit back and allow Communist infiltration, Communist indoctrination, Communist subversion and the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids."
Post by guitardevil on Feb 21, 2008 9:50:48 GMT -5
Gun Salesman: We call this piece the Fecalator. One look at it and the target shits him or herself. Try it on. Loki: Well, it's a lot more compact than the flaming sword, but it's not nearly as impressive. Just doesn't have that Wrath-of-the-Almighty edge to it. I mean, come on, how am I supposed to strike fear into the hearts of the wicked with this thing? Look at this... Bartleby: Well, then, you know, don't use a gun. Just lay the place to waste, like. Loki: Easy for you to say. You get off light in razing. You got to stand there and read at Sodom and Gomorrah, I had to do all the work. Bartleby: What work did you do? You lit a few fires. Loki: I rained down sulphur, man, there's a subtle difference. Bartleby: Oh, yeah, I'm sure. Loki: Hey, you know, f**k you, man. Any moron with a pack of matches can set a fire. Raining down sulphur is like an endurance trial man. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, outside of soccer.
Man i get choked up just THINKING about this part of the movie...(sorry i'm a wussy f@g crybaby who loves Eternal Sunshine, deal with it)
Joel: [in the house on the beach] I really should go! I've gotta catch my ride. Clementine: So go. Joel: I did. I thought maybe you were a nut... but you were exciting. Clementine: I wish you had stayed. Joel: I wish I had stayed to. NOW I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish I had... I wish I had stayed. I do. Clementine: Well I came back downstairs and you were gone! Joel: I walked out, I walked out the door! Clementine: Why? Joel: I don't know. I felt like I was a scared little kid, I was like... it was above my head, I don't know. Clementine: You were scared? Joel: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation. Clementine: Was it something I said? Joel: Yeah, you said "so go." With such disdain, you know? Clementine: Oh, I'm sorry. Joel: It's okay. [Walking Out] Clementine: Joely? What if you stayed this time? Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left. Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let's pretend we had one. [Joel comes back] Clementine: Bye Joel. Joel: I love you... Clementine: Meet me... in Montauk...
Tyrone C. Love: California, here we come. Harry Goldfarb: It's Florida, Ty. Florida. Tyrone C. Love: California, Florida, whatever. Either way, your pale ass is getting a tan.
Post by HoodooOperator on Feb 22, 2008 17:30:01 GMT -5
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep. Did you hear me butterfly? Miles to go before you sleep."
