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Movietown News presents, "Spotlight on Adventure." What you are now witnessing is footage never before seen by civilized humanity: a lost world in South America. Lurking in the shadow of majestic Paradise Falls, it sports plants and animals undiscovered by science. Who would dare set foot on this inhospitable summit? Why, our subject today, Charles Muntz!
The rifle is the first weapon you learn how to use, because it lets you keep your distance from the client. The closer you get to being a pro, the closer you can get to the client. The knife, for example, is the last thing you learn.
Post by billypilgrim on May 12, 2011 15:30:03 GMT -5
You, Me & Dupree
Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guys got seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen... but, if you know them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin', but you're tellin me everything. I know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage you won't walk away from.
Man: I'm different. Woman: You're gay! You're a Jew for Jesus? It's that tattoo. It's a cult. You're in a cult. You're a Branch Davidian? You're a Survivalist? Man: No! Woman: You're a pimp and Chrystie Delancey's one of you're sluts! Man: I am not a pimp!
Are you joking? Do you guys like it here? Who the hell likes being stuck in a place where you can't even smile? It's hot as balls, everybody's an asshole. I just wanna go home.
Post by Hoodw!nked on May 14, 2011 17:44:16 GMT -5
Wristcutters: A Love Story <3 Tom Waits
"Vivian! Will you mind not going around misrepresenting me like that? Jesus. I just don't want anyone to the get the wrong idea like I'm some kind of school yard pusher. "
"Oh, I don't mind. In fact, do you have anything for my nerves? You know, just laying around?"
Girl: "We have to call the police!" Guy 1: "No way! I ain't going to jail!" Guy 2: "He's right! Cindy, do you know what they do to young boys in prison? All of those sex-starved convicts just waiting for a fresh piece of meat?" Guy 1: "Hey, Cindy's right. Maybe we should call the police."
Girl: "We have to call the police!" Guy 1: "No way! I ain't going to jail!" Guy 2: "He's right! Cindy, do you know what they do to young boys in prison? All of those sex-starved convicts just waiting for a fresh piece of meat?" Guy 1: "Hey, Cindy's right. Maybe we should call the police."
Scary Movie
" We live in a mistaken world, and it doesn't have to be so. You can be an academic and come to this realization by reading books, or you can discover this new rebel intelligence by waking up in your own vomit. Either way, you cannot lose. Without filth, there can be no wisdom. Without darkness, no light. "
Do you know why Americans love guns, Mr. Hertz? And it's got nothing to do with all that phallic mumbo-jumbo, "cockin' your gun." No, Hertz, people love guns because America is a land of opportunity, where a poor man can become rich, and a pussy can become a tough guy, if he's got a gun in his hand. Now, I'm hopin' you're not just a pussy with a gun in your hand.
I believe I have made a significant find in the Kandarian ruins, a volume of ancient Sumarian burial practices and funerary incantations. It is entitled "Naturum De Montum", roughly translated: Book of the Dead. The book is bound in human flesh and inked in human blood. It deals with demons and demon resurrection and those forces which roam the forest and dark bowers of Man's domain. The first few pages warn that these enduring creatures may lie dormant but are never truly dead. They may be recalled to active life through the incantations presented in this book. It is through the recitation of these passages that the demons are given license to possess the living.
Everything. OK! I'll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog... When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out... But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
Post by Hoodw!nked on May 17, 2011 14:17:39 GMT -5
Better Off Dead
"I guess there's just two kinds of people, Miss Sandstone: MY kind of people, and @ssh0les. It's rather obvious which category you fit into. Have a nice day." " Eat the bird, B!+ch!"
Post by billypilgrim on May 17, 2011 18:45:38 GMT -5
Pink Flamingos
Woman: My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you?
Man: "The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah.
Woman: Well, whenever he - you know, when he came...
Man: Yeah.
Woman: ...he would scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!"
Man: Wow.
Woman: Instead of saying something normal like, "Oh, God," or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop.
[Edit: Sh!t! I checked back and saw that I did this one before. I'll leave it on anyway. If it wasn't otherwise clear, it's one of my favorites.]
Girl: I got you the bottle. Guy: I know. But there weren't enough for me too... go to sleep. Come on. Be a good bandit. Girl: I don't want to be a bandit.
Post by Dave Maynar on May 19, 2011 11:51:15 GMT -5
The Fall (a quacking epic movie)
All right then, gentlemen, we are all friends again. And with Christmas coming on I have a special treat for you. I'll have you all deloused for the holidays and I'll have a little Christmas tree for every barrack. You will like that.
Excuse me, ladies. You may remember me as the guy who came to dinner a few weeks ago with underwear on my head. My name is Keith Stat from Millburn, New Jersey. State bird, the mosquito. And as you may have heard, I am recently a crowned class B dungeon master. So if any of you would like to play D&D today, please speak now or forever hold your peace.
Guy 1:"If a warrior's head were to be suddenly cut off, he should still be able to perform one more action with certainty." What the fuck does that mean? Guy 2: It's poetry. The poetry of war.
Guy: The game starts now. You have to score one thousand points. If you do that, you take home a tank with a big gun. Each day we will announce the scores from that loudspeaker. The one who has the fewest points will have to wear a sign that says "Jackass" on his back. There are three ways to lose points. One, turning into a big crybaby. Two, telling us you want to see your mommy. Three, saying you're hungry and want something to eat.
Lestat killed two, sometimes three a night. A fresh young girl, that was his favorite for the first of the evening. For seconds, he preferred a gilded beautiful youth. But the snob in him loved to hunt in society, and the blood of the aristocrat thrilled him best of all.
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