tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350013742024-03-14T11:49:59.356-07:00Too funny movie quotesFunny Quotes, Movie Quotes, Funny Quotes, Book Quotes, Memorable quotes, Great movies, Best Quotes, etc. Funny Quotes in here! Best movie quotations.Laehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416520761654094992noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-26813943942489406922010-09-05T04:42:00.000-07:002010-09-05T04:44:11.416-07:00Fame<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGCbgKp34oHUypBlV3i-WO-6PJ2_Ily-H_vVLV8Jw4c-cvLfQK99bD8_SvlHyKifp6hAyKJDYNg2svMIVBYaFQTwLOs-2QEbmqQU9A-1fE9UKfv1WDS1CcgDGwtrgQ9letrTD-w/s1600/fame.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGCbgKp34oHUypBlV3i-WO-6PJ2_Ily-H_vVLV8Jw4c-cvLfQK99bD8_SvlHyKifp6hAyKJDYNg2svMIVBYaFQTwLOs-2QEbmqQU9A-1fE9UKfv1WDS1CcgDGwtrgQ9letrTD-w/s400/fame.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513393704334537282" /></a><div><b>Mr. Cranston:</b> Mr. Tavares, you play with elan, brio, gusto, panache and a host of foreign adjectives that indicate excessive style. What you neglect to do is play the music as written. And though your interpretation may be entertaining, it is of no value in my class. May I suggest that the only thing of value you could possibly bring to Bach is your respect. And unless you devote yourself to study, drill and mastery of technique, you will be of little or no value to anyone. Including yourself. Now let's try this again, as written. Parenthetically, study, drill and technique do not stifle talent. They free it. Once more.</div><div><b>Mr. Tavares:</b> Mr. Cranston. This music, it's boring. It's just not my thing.</div><div><b>Mr. Cranston:</b> No, it's Bach's thing. Stubby little German guy. Wore a wig.</div><div><b>Mr. Tavares:</b> Yeah, and he died 1,000 years ago. His teachers told him to stop playing music his Way. He said no.</div><div><b>Mr. Cranston: </b>Really? Well, if his teachers told him that, then they were wrong. And should your music survive for the next 350 years, please allow me to apologize in advance. Proceed. We will suffer through it with you.</div>Laehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416520761654094992noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-37111640945603077172010-07-19T02:26:00.000-07:002010-07-19T02:36:15.297-07:00Ocean's Eleven<b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-CBWc8crwg4yTTV9R91xdeDZaLMW42UJvw9iQkVwWJvsjsRfHNUBCm7G0csJxBJfrtPDaWiKOVk2fhZJb9Ust_hpb3hE6rY14xqVYSEQiEsHUnWs0X9ncPmW3mgmALR2DdH7ig/s1600/oceans_eleven_quotes_4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-CBWc8crwg4yTTV9R91xdeDZaLMW42UJvw9iQkVwWJvsjsRfHNUBCm7G0csJxBJfrtPDaWiKOVk2fhZJb9Ust_hpb3hE6rY14xqVYSEQiEsHUnWs0X9ncPmW3mgmALR2DdH7ig/s400/oceans_eleven_quotes_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495547843100873042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px; " /></a></span></b></div>Rusty:</b> Shane, you've got three pairs. You can't have six cards! You can't have six cards in a five-card game!<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-_8-tgq9pWKYufxl7GzZVx9keTEYW5PUYXT0AsHmlCu_-dl4uI6zMPyTHsrIqCGDfg3-V7DOMPyTCzSxq2C0wOKPsnrJQrFdE-U9QufqknsdaOkOcHxgi2GehZKVFwk5pz187w/s1600/oceans_eleven_quotes_3.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-_8-tgq9pWKYufxl7GzZVx9keTEYW5PUYXT0AsHmlCu_-dl4uI6zMPyTHsrIqCGDfg3-V7DOMPyTCzSxq2C0wOKPsnrJQrFdE-U9QufqknsdaOkOcHxgi2GehZKVFwk5pz187w/s400/oceans_eleven_quotes_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495547846094067362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px; " /></a><br /><b>Danny Ocean: </b>How's your wife?<br /><b>Bruiser:</b> Pregnant again.<br /><b>Danny Ocean:</b> Well, that happens.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCAKW0dYBFIBRx31178D_rLm7R2-pyEmfVqpF33gtmYriWgJbFtqVEn_hy0pLDa1ik5FQ2PoRgcaBS12Ktxm2x2Nvf5Ud5MJ-3-NjXfjta7IOqvKz1J6QU3Rqsrmy2x8NmrbzQw/s1600/oceans_eleven_quotes_5.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCAKW0dYBFIBRx31178D_rLm7R2-pyEmfVqpF33gtmYriWgJbFtqVEn_hy0pLDa1ik5FQ2PoRgcaBS12Ktxm2x2Nvf5Ud5MJ-3-NjXfjta7IOqvKz1J6QU3Rqsrmy2x8NmrbzQw/s400/oceans_eleven_quotes_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495548377044535154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px; " /></a><br /><b>Rusty:</b> Barry, your turn.<br /><b>Barry Watson:</b> Uh... four.<br /><b>Rusty:</b> You don't want four. You want to fold.<br /><b>Barry Watson:</b> I do? Is that a good thing?</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0IboLNK6iompZJbt4DEobxqz85Hgck3vxS6sObhlEDpanhHLA9FE1d6nAVWnmHXcVcdij6C6pWnlcb0CCylk265CLJQEHFIOloT3N-YuCLNdIkagMOBCppSaJPAUDhFFaB5uJGQ/s1600/oceans_eleven_quotes_6.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0IboLNK6iompZJbt4DEobxqz85Hgck3vxS6sObhlEDpanhHLA9FE1d6nAVWnmHXcVcdij6C6pWnlcb0CCylk265CLJQEHFIOloT3N-YuCLNdIkagMOBCppSaJPAUDhFFaB5uJGQ/s400/oceans_eleven_quotes_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495548378216151826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px; " /></a><br /><b>Cop: </b>That's all you used in the event, nothin' else?<br /><b>Basher:</b> Hang on, are you accusing me of boobytrapping?<br /><b>Cop:</b> Well, how about it?<br /><b>Rusty:</b> Booby traps aren't Mr. Torres style, isn't that right, "Basher"? Peck, ATF. Let me venture a guess, simple g form mainliner, backwound, quick fuse with a drag under 20 feet? Yea... let me ask you somethin else did you search this scumbag for booby traps, on his person? I mean really search, not just for weapons?<br /><b>Rusty:</b> Stand back.<br /><b>Basher:</b> Oy. here we go<br /><b>Rusty: </b>Go find Griggs, tell him I need to see him.<br /><b>Cop: </b>Who?<br /><b>Rusty:</b> Just find him, will ya? </div>Laehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416520761654094992noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-3192527010621424422009-12-25T03:09:00.000-08:002009-12-25T03:20:05.856-08:00Avatar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWt_fnj11LDUjZ05AR8mMzB78FbZrBS9oqG_KZ69LOwufuE_sr7TIizAgPdMcOumyTI_4Ctp0EXnAvw4ZOwSlfwwH_CD7K3nxAxtflu5CnYysUEVdZQv8UtxDKeXMkLGZK_n6IQ/s1600-h/avatar_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWt_fnj11LDUjZ05AR8mMzB78FbZrBS9oqG_KZ69LOwufuE_sr7TIizAgPdMcOumyTI_4Ctp0EXnAvw4ZOwSlfwwH_CD7K3nxAxtflu5CnYysUEVdZQv8UtxDKeXMkLGZK_n6IQ/s400/avatar_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419131827496426082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jake Sully:</span> They've sent us a message... that they can take whatever they want. Well we will send them a message. That this... this is our land!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJW748XKqHXtXg16yDd7LPQPMtQ8eigrdKoG50_LHvrrhoKJQQuKx09qypBXJ7ATjcPA_VvOjP0tgYMMJTnNbZX9CDYSacfTtGmQMyZPg2tBQyr0JcLak0lRK_4bKoCuwXgZKUxg/s1600-h/avatar_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJW748XKqHXtXg16yDd7LPQPMtQ8eigrdKoG50_LHvrrhoKJQQuKx09qypBXJ7ATjcPA_VvOjP0tgYMMJTnNbZX9CDYSacfTtGmQMyZPg2tBQyr0JcLak0lRK_4bKoCuwXgZKUxg/s400/avatar_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419131821586658418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Grace Augustine:</span> Just relax and let your mind go blank. That shouldn't be too hard for you.Laehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416520761654094992noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-31094864132625226332009-12-14T16:32:00.000-08:002009-12-14T16:42:02.448-08:00The Big Bang Theory S2E08<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq91aylzFS-VAOzhnumgkW3fqNDg9D-c_LAR-ySIhnN6zVJS-fAoZhyphenhyphen2FMl8UPRA3_NUzRpt5sgE2vtX2veqz2Tjdc2K34nyv2v_1__wbQbnwUhu9wUnJIaLRL4jQIqhwZCZ1CCA/s1600-h/big_bang_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq91aylzFS-VAOzhnumgkW3fqNDg9D-c_LAR-ySIhnN6zVJS-fAoZhyphenhyphen2FMl8UPRA3_NUzRpt5sgE2vtX2veqz2Tjdc2K34nyv2v_1__wbQbnwUhu9wUnJIaLRL4jQIqhwZCZ1CCA/s400/big_bang_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415255302793092322" border="0" /></a><br /><b>Sheldon Cooper</b>: I'm sorry, but I'm not going to watch the Clone Wars TV series until I've seen the Clone Wars movie. I prefer to let George Lucas disappoint me in the order he intended.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkoc9ZTc7Zth97cBgtoUz8sXWwo9GyIVzfmQdY9lt1r9MqHacqAuF1rejItG5b77wsSV0gZ1Qvpq7kofF5OLst7xJw-4DnhoI8qXm92GmWO7gojT9LdebCGrLcCRwCnxBpxFNYg/s1600-h/big_bang_lizard_spock.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkoc9ZTc7Zth97cBgtoUz8sXWwo9GyIVzfmQdY9lt1r9MqHacqAuF1rejItG5b77wsSV0gZ1Qvpq7kofF5OLst7xJw-4DnhoI8qXm92GmWO7gojT9LdebCGrLcCRwCnxBpxFNYg/s400/big_bang_lizard_spock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415256500539668770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rajnesh Koothrappali:</span> I'll tell you what. How about we go rock-paper-scissors?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sheldon Cooper:</span> Ooh, I don't think so. Anecdotal evidence suggests that in the game of rock-paper-scissors, players familiar with each other will tie 75 to 80% of the time due to the limited number of outcomes. I suggest rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rajnesh Koothrappali:</span> What?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sheldon Cooper:</span> It's very simple. Scissors cuts paper. Paper covers rock. Rock crushes lizard. Lizard poisons Spock. Spock smashes scissors. Scissors decapitates lizard. Lizard eats paper. Paper disproves Spock. Spock vaporizes rock. And as it always has, rock crushes scissors.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(c) The Big Bang Theory Lizard-Spock Episode</span>Laehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416520761654094992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-31031731625002904612009-04-01T07:33:00.000-07:002009-04-01T07:39:23.671-07:00Office S5E17<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLPF-NoTt6JAKGD7dkog_WE6VXFp9yX6PFKCTJw6pN4YMhXaPhONuBFHpnl9dbLerSphPbCBdvqmOapLgLbEDDZwDUGhmp_Oyb00wytC7sWfFjICk9CvUu9nbkMO8WecpVz73/s1600-h/kgb.PNG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLPF-NoTt6JAKGD7dkog_WE6VXFp9yX6PFKCTJw6pN4YMhXaPhONuBFHpnl9dbLerSphPbCBdvqmOapLgLbEDDZwDUGhmp_Oyb00wytC7sWfFjICk9CvUu9nbkMO8WecpVz73/s400/kgb.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319731775086744722" border="0" /></a><br /><p><strong>Dwight: </strong>Knock, knock.<br /><strong>Michael:</strong> Who’s there?<br /><strong>Dwight: </strong>The KGB.<br /><strong>Michael:</strong> The KGB?<br />[Dwight slaps Michael]<br /><strong>Dwight:</strong> <em>We will ask the questions!</em></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQ40B5eDKvQ0mcLI9wAencoHmRMdZb6qX1zyM0qkOkpey6fB9TKYhpKJ_kiL3p-JPUlJ5mFHcgVUAbapDooBeWx9uHII9n6YsubeofJF61W6hkQwvUwIuu6IAaQBACTjFLAvo/s1600-h/true.PNG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQ40B5eDKvQ0mcLI9wAencoHmRMdZb6qX1zyM0qkOkpey6fB9TKYhpKJ_kiL3p-JPUlJ5mFHcgVUAbapDooBeWx9uHII9n6YsubeofJF61W6hkQwvUwIuu6IAaQBACTjFLAvo/s400/true.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319731780617790562" border="0" /></a><br /><p><strong>Jim: </strong>Ding-dong!<br /><strong>Michael:</strong> Who is there?<br /><strong>Jim:</strong> KGB.<br /><strong>Michael: </strong>Dwight answer!<br /><strong>Dwight: </strong>No way it’s the KGB.<br /><strong>Michael:</strong> Yes, you going to…<br /><strong>Dwight:</strong> You answer…<br /><strong>Jim:</strong> Ding-dong, ding-dong…<br /><strong>Dwight: </strong>I will not gonna answer…<br />[Jim slaps Dwight]<br /><strong>Jim: </strong>The KGB will wait for no one.<br /><strong>Dwight: </strong><em>It’s true.</em></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-30279375015914668182009-03-23T05:34:00.000-07:002009-03-23T05:36:18.025-07:00Funny Love QuotesHere some sweet and<br /><a href="http://www.soundoflife.net/funny-love-quotes/">funny love quotes</a> from some of my favorite romantic movies and few movie actors.<br /><br />My husband and I fell in love at first sight... maybe I should have taken a second look.<br />~ Crimes and Misdemeanors<br /><br />That's why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they'd call them something else<br />~Sixteen Candles<br /><br />"Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions."<br />~Woody Allen<br /><br />I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.<br />~Woody Allen<br /><br />Getting divorced just because you don't love a man is almost as silly as getting married just because you do.<br />~Zsa Zsa Gabor<br /><br />Dont say we aren't right for each other, the way i see it is.. we aren't right for anyone else<br />~The cutting edge<br /><br />"Is it possible to be in love with someone and not even like them?"<br />~ American Sweethearts<br /><br />Oscar Wilde, Kahlil Gibran and many famous personalities had give us many <a href="http://www.soundoflife.net/love-quotes/">love quotes</a>, but nothing beats the romantic movies from Hollywood.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-46078632416934255282009-03-13T02:03:00.000-07:002009-03-13T02:11:24.675-07:00Zack and Miri Make a Porno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb_0jB1iicbsxBxUjU_BoSWSWWt4HKNk5GCFI2VCf8EYMZBtQl7v1HBvfRUnjjet6Q2uemcOR1-8X-8DYyVeRm_RyCoSa7x6C5RDUhzgsLHmpWZgLN8tBlu7rjStfup0gaDfH/s1600-h/Zack_and_Miri_Make_a_Porno_black_coffee.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb_0jB1iicbsxBxUjU_BoSWSWWt4HKNk5GCFI2VCf8EYMZBtQl7v1HBvfRUnjjet6Q2uemcOR1-8X-8DYyVeRm_RyCoSa7x6C5RDUhzgsLHmpWZgLN8tBlu7rjStfup0gaDfH/s400/Zack_and_Miri_Make_a_Porno_black_coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312596639656083250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Customer: </span>Hi, can I have a coffee? Black?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Delaney:</span> Can't you see we talking, White?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-67881909690416526012008-06-24T13:16:00.000-07:002009-02-20T13:39:56.488-08:00House M.D. Series Quotes, Season 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9zgAXkWvmsmh0tsN57dYBp4q_RV7cCfig9732IEaLr5TBPxblmU00iKl6hfYHuFCRtXboQQcDDyXe_WOdT9bk50Hms148DVL4ZvVzwXb1G_AnvWcFKEikFPs4XlV33BtzMIEG/s1600-h/house_season_1_quote_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9zgAXkWvmsmh0tsN57dYBp4q_RV7cCfig9732IEaLr5TBPxblmU00iKl6hfYHuFCRtXboQQcDDyXe_WOdT9bk50Hms148DVL4ZvVzwXb1G_AnvWcFKEikFPs4XlV33BtzMIEG/s400/house_season_1_quote_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215549348470021138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Robert Chase:</span> It's a tumor.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House:</span> And the big green thing in the middle of the bigger blue thing is an island.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_EaqyOUMaB27Z9HKrdKg2cvUFZqloq8vWw8uYinSL_Fjr_m0MCoEDo4chlavdqx1ZDGdI4J77cjDqbUHoTxcckH-PZvRnZHkglQQNj2xorzEbQVjsoM9f7zI9rZaqYRDvVFe/s1600-h/house_season_1_quote_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_EaqyOUMaB27Z9HKrdKg2cvUFZqloq8vWw8uYinSL_Fjr_m0MCoEDo4chlavdqx1ZDGdI4J77cjDqbUHoTxcckH-PZvRnZHkglQQNj2xorzEbQVjsoM9f7zI9rZaqYRDvVFe/s400/house_season_1_quote_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215549346849081362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House:</span> Hello, sick people and their loved ones! In the interest of saving time and avoiding a lot of boring chitchat later, I'm Doctor Gregory House, you can call me Greg. I'm one of three doctors staffing this clinic this morning.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Lisa Cuddy: </span>Short, sweet, grab a file.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House: </span>This ray of sunshine is Doctor Lisa Cuddy. Doctor Cuddy runs this whole hospital, so unfortunately she's much too busy to deal with you. I am a board certified diagnostician with a double specialty of infectious disease and nephrology. I am also the only doctor currently employed at this hospital who is forced to be here against his will.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House: </span>That is true, isn't it? But not to worry, because for most of you, this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin. Speaking of which, if you're particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this. This is Vicodin. It's mine! You can't have any! And no, I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem. But who knows? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm too stoned to tell. So, who wants me?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House:</span> And who would rather wait for one of the other two guys?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House:</span> Okay. Well, I'll be in Exam Room One if you change your mind.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvVIAp6IQ72IM7BLjqgiieNnKtj_s6t3zFZknkmb4q4w0SrXsTSJaaR0ly4KnsrCCxmm4nGAwSIwWEoA7Bn-q-1c3RnwaBiEArUkFGYZIw7ZTd-SGDbnkqd7N94XJsSpa9qSL0/s1600-h/house_season_1_quote_3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvVIAp6IQ72IM7BLjqgiieNnKtj_s6t3zFZknkmb4q4w0SrXsTSJaaR0ly4KnsrCCxmm4nGAwSIwWEoA7Bn-q-1c3RnwaBiEArUkFGYZIw7ZTd-SGDbnkqd7N94XJsSpa9qSL0/s400/house_season_1_quote_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215549345242578610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House: </span>No fever, glands normal. Missing her vaccination dates.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mother:</span> We're not vaccinating.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House: </span>Think they don't work?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mother: </span>I think some multinational pharmaceutical company wants me to think they work. Pad their bottom line.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House: </span>Mmmm. May I?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mother:</span> Sure.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House: </span>Gribbit, gribbit, gribbit.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House: </span>All natural, no dyes. That's a good business - all-natural children's toys. Those toy companies, they don't arbitrarily mark up their frogs. They don't lie about how much they spend in research and development. The worst a toy company can be accused of is making a really boring frog. Gribbit, gribbit, gribbit. You know another really good business? Teeny tiny baby coffins. You can get them in frog green or fire engine red. Really. The antibodies in yummy mummy only protect the kid for six months, which is why these companies think they can gouge you. They think that you'll spend whatever they ask to keep your kid alive. Want to change things? Prove them wrong. A few hundred parents like you decide they'd rather let their kid die then cough up 40 bucks for a vaccination, believe me, prices will drop *really* fast. Gribbit, gribbit, gribbit, gribbit, gribbit.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mother: </span>Tell me what she has.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dr. Gregory House:</span> A cold.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-85218714276599695812008-06-24T13:06:00.000-07:002008-06-24T13:15:29.494-07:00300 Movie Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-J1MoboBWyqU119-0ZM9TfIaSb2qdFE5iNdrbLewTsIryQC1Tshm1zhkPPa-DchqM8wHy71wASl901YT1l5pxAW_ae8CLngBBCeBT0dIkM80-5LYiw9PcAw67860NT9RBq2J/s1600-h/300.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-J1MoboBWyqU119-0ZM9TfIaSb2qdFE5iNdrbLewTsIryQC1Tshm1zhkPPa-DchqM8wHy71wASl901YT1l5pxAW_ae8CLngBBCeBT0dIkM80-5LYiw9PcAw67860NT9RBq2J/s400/300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215543106310127362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Messenger:</span> Choose your next words carefully, Leonidas. They may be your last as king.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonidas: </span>Earth and water?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Messenger: </span>Madman! You're a madman!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonidas:</span> Earth and water? You'll find plenty of both down there.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Messenger: </span>No man, Persian or Greek, no man threatens a messenger!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonidas: </span>You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps. You insult my queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death! Oh, I've chosen my words carefully, Persian. Perhaps you should have done the same!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Messenger:</span> This is blasphemy! This is madness!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonidas: </span>Madness? This is Sparta!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Persian: </span>A thousand nations of the Persian empire descend upon you. Our arrows will blot out the sun!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stelios: </span>Then we will fight in the shade.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gorgo: </span>Spartan!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonidas: </span>Yes, my lady?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gorgo: </span>Come back with your shield or on it.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonidas: </span>Yes, my lady.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Captain:</span> They look thirsty!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">King Leonidas: </span>Well, let's give them something to drink! To the cliffs!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonidas: </span>Spartans! Ready your breakfast and eat hearty... For tonight, we dine in hell!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-26801331961629533192007-09-18T11:19:00.000-07:002007-09-18T11:36:10.537-07:00Reservoir Dogs (1992), Director: Quentin Tarantino, Movie Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHX7Z4vW0sEk9FJekZ564Ave3nJgJ2PkA-a13Zy8-R-6J8DOLBMZhxi4D-kwraxaoOnUnDjTCJHLIClyHb5yJSWpY1WYSJaDRxxDTD3A4Y8ZIKyiyqzOX5bsaaXjATDHy-gOc9/s1600-h/reservoir1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHX7Z4vW0sEk9FJekZ564Ave3nJgJ2PkA-a13Zy8-R-6J8DOLBMZhxi4D-kwraxaoOnUnDjTCJHLIClyHb5yJSWpY1WYSJaDRxxDTD3A4Y8ZIKyiyqzOX5bsaaXjATDHy-gOc9/s400/reservoir1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111614242737937682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brown: </span>Let me tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It's a metaphor for big dicks.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Blonde:</span> No, no. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable. She's been fucked over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brown:</span> Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Time out Greenbay. Tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe: </span>Toby... Who the fuck is Toby? Toby...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brown:</span> 'Like a Virgin' is not about this nice girl who meets a nice fella. That's what "True Blue" is about, now, granted, no argument about that.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Orange:</span> Which one is 'True Blue'?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nice Guy Eddie:</span> 'True Blue' was a big ass hit for Madonna. I don't even follow this Tops In Pops shit, and I've at least heard of "True Blue".<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Orange: </span>Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Orange: </span>Personally, I can do without her.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink: </span>I like her early stuff. You know, 'Lucky Star', 'Borderline' - but once she got into her 'Papa Don't Preach' phase, I don't know, I tuned out.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brown: </span>Hey, you guys are making me lose my... train of thought here. I was saying something, what was it?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe: </span>Oh, Toby was this Chinese girl, what was her last name?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White:</span> What's that?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe: </span>I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age. What was that name?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brown:</span> What the fuck was I talking about?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink:</span> You said 'True Blue' was about a nice girl, a sensitive girl who meets a nice guy, and that 'Like a Virgin' was a metaphor for big dicks.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brown: </span>Lemme tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Blue:</span> How many dicks is that?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White: </span>A lot.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brown: </span>Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the 'Great Escape', he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe: </span>Chew? Toby Chew?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brown:</span> It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know, her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, 'Like a Virgin'.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe: </span>Wong?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii7mff1a6OQ3j4W6Q6QsdlOZ6ydu4MqO8sFZFM1PW2X8q4mDqaIZHlCnFKUXo5up394I49lB2EcX3NFOM9kP4IfnLS7qZQQMwZ-0yFPnnQMMhqFXMcTYEOLvUdRjV110WkjCTc/s1600-h/reservoir2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii7mff1a6OQ3j4W6Q6QsdlOZ6ydu4MqO8sFZFM1PW2X8q4mDqaIZHlCnFKUXo5up394I49lB2EcX3NFOM9kP4IfnLS7qZQQMwZ-0yFPnnQMMhqFXMcTYEOLvUdRjV110WkjCTc/s400/reservoir2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111614341522185506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Brown:</span> Yeah, yeah, but "Mr. Brown", that's little too close to "Mr. Shit".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bPwaHQtoBGrm3IHTJApTxPuqLOqL-9yDAggQCR_nvkb_2LaiOINLFKrL_5EwH2Y3oiPAENVvhx_kYizWRFCww6mbM9RnkhK8BsL-3j_lLSCABbVVQ231uELw5CnZLjZdj05Z/s1600-h/reservoir3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bPwaHQtoBGrm3IHTJApTxPuqLOqL-9yDAggQCR_nvkb_2LaiOINLFKrL_5EwH2Y3oiPAENVvhx_kYizWRFCww6mbM9RnkhK8BsL-3j_lLSCABbVVQ231uELw5CnZLjZdj05Z/s400/reservoir3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111614612105125170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe:</span> Hey, who didn't throw in?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Orange: </span>Mr. Pink.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe: </span>Mr. Pink? Why not?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Orange: </span>He don't tip.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe: </span>He don't tip? Whaddaya mean you don't tip?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Orange:</span> He don't believe in it.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe: </span>Shut up!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf6x58-gXpg_XJJEpm8XckhqZBdN5Zv9l4pjseWL4HOcWxymH1lRn_mvhYLIemlaz4bA-8l2d8y-w7hdykxBMrfo5K4nTIcSj3UYynQQO5lKpzez3GToVtP5IvxGifsvvl_NnV/s1600-h/reservoir4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf6x58-gXpg_XJJEpm8XckhqZBdN5Zv9l4pjseWL4HOcWxymH1lRn_mvhYLIemlaz4bA-8l2d8y-w7hdykxBMrfo5K4nTIcSj3UYynQQO5lKpzez3GToVtP5IvxGifsvvl_NnV/s400/reservoir4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111614616400092482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink: </span>Was that a fucking set up or what?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink: </span>Shit! Orange got tagged?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White:</span> Gut shot.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink: </span>Fuck! Where's, uh, Brown?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White:</span> Dead.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink: </span>How'd he die?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White:</span> How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink:</span> This is bad. This is so fucking bad. Is it bad?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White: </span>As opposed to good?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink: </span>Man, this is fucked up. This is so fucked up. Somebody fucked us up big time, man.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White: </span>You really think we were set up?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink:</span> Do you even doubt it, man? I don't THINK we got set up, I KNOW we got set up! I mean, really, seriously, where did all those cops come from, huh? One minute they're not there, the next minute they're there? I didn't hear any sirens. The alarm went off, okay. Okay, when an alarm goes off, you got an average of four minutes response time. Unless a patrol car is cruising that street, at that particular moment, you got four minutes before they can realistically respond. In one minute there were seventeen blue boys out there. All loaded for bear, all knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing, and they were all just there! Remember that second wave that showed up in the cars? Those were the ones responding to the alarm, but those first motherfuckers were already there, they were waiting for us. Haven't you fucking thought about this?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihzrpfKwLFdX9hSTl7h6L6GaexIY-jv2imNZNkRwC5uvrNOSRxm0yN4zDQQsl5UZI0taDPiNvKM2acHyrDNe5aa5fOnq8L7661AS5169wJ-YHx5139rxveMBPed1duO2es2H1V/s1600-h/reservoir5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihzrpfKwLFdX9hSTl7h6L6GaexIY-jv2imNZNkRwC5uvrNOSRxm0yN4zDQQsl5UZI0taDPiNvKM2acHyrDNe5aa5fOnq8L7661AS5169wJ-YHx5139rxveMBPed1duO2es2H1V/s400/reservoir5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111614616400092498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White: </span>Well, he knows a little about me.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink: </span>You didn't tell him your name, did you?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White:</span> I told him my first name, and where I'm from.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink:</span> Why?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White:</span> I told him where I was from a few days ago. It was just a casual conversation.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Pink: </span>And what was tellin' him your name when you weren't supposed to?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White: </span>He asked.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. White:</span> We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my fuckin' fault he got shot. He's a fuckin' bloody mess - he's screaming. I swear to god, I thought he was gonna die right then and there. I'm tryin' to comfort him, tellin' him not to worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? "Sorry, I can't give out that information! It's against the rules! I don't trust you enough!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-19922686079231079092007-08-15T05:18:00.000-07:002007-08-15T05:23:47.953-07:00Wild Hogs :: Movie Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitr_jdqKI_O7wCTbrAhSK-KZ2Ln17FcHPAMRK27pxafswHnvyOrTU6UW2SM1BfCseNwIop8g1DpfxBUDHp86Al6kgg-awtqc-WqMV_s4ZJaBxWNvRedcOw918iBk74xtmPbeUj/s1600-h/wild_hogs_pyramids.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitr_jdqKI_O7wCTbrAhSK-KZ2Ln17FcHPAMRK27pxafswHnvyOrTU6UW2SM1BfCseNwIop8g1DpfxBUDHp86Al6kgg-awtqc-WqMV_s4ZJaBxWNvRedcOw918iBk74xtmPbeUj/s320/wild_hogs_pyramids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098901854637258242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mother-in-Law: </span>In my day, the women stayed home. Not the lazy men.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bobby Davis:</span> In your day, men were busy building pyramids! How long ago was that?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoC5GF2ySqfgI9uelxvKcn_ohQPRD-4uEO1AIVL8UYWpW0C-QNFTjqEvrBsdDyxHMfvkI2FCNIjnU_SK_M6UyTAahynHP94YqTBHpyIGsS1OlBsbKdvsxLvvluBNmzRxNSA_e/s1600-h/wild_hogs_bring_the_money.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoC5GF2ySqfgI9uelxvKcn_ohQPRD-4uEO1AIVL8UYWpW0C-QNFTjqEvrBsdDyxHMfvkI2FCNIjnU_SK_M6UyTAahynHP94YqTBHpyIGsS1OlBsbKdvsxLvvluBNmzRxNSA_e/s320/wild_hogs_bring_the_money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098901858932225554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack: </span>You're gonna pay a disobedience fee of $10,000, plus another $40,000 to rebuild the bar. If you don't, we're gonna break your friend's legs here.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dudley Frank:</span> Don't bring the money! I'm a computer programmer! I don't need my legs!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jack: </span>Fine, we'll break his hands!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dudley Frank: </span>Oh, dammit. Bring the money!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-40278744264606094652007-08-13T08:41:00.000-07:002007-08-13T09:28:40.029-07:00Spider-Man 3 :: Movie Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKopA_-Lp_sgRZZFVhW6VExK0hY36AgQXuTHv4tbBuk80b9nSQK18sv8Ky52rU6X4IFdDyOfqltKW1iMseNqKNHy4386nkZ60ip9zUK6M1yPRnIhTuNKFiCH4WEY13pl4pY6S4/s1600-h/spider_man_cant_imagine.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKopA_-Lp_sgRZZFVhW6VExK0hY36AgQXuTHv4tbBuk80b9nSQK18sv8Ky52rU6X4IFdDyOfqltKW1iMseNqKNHy4386nkZ60ip9zUK6M1yPRnIhTuNKFiCH4WEY13pl4pY6S4/s320/spider_man_cant_imagine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098222300616717714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Gwen Stacy:</span> I mean who gets kissed by Spider-Man, right?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mary Jane Watson:</span> I can't imagine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2j1X3UlxzoEC7RlLttgHpji4T-N8GlHrGZQY7ss8_yR1WouuYvfo0Wh1Q3RNZNazmTmytlsEKhBqjIoE_cn2OpsgAdP3KdFLWFewVp6oBXm79T08MpXNFfWIF1Rcwvn__TcoA/s1600-h/spider_man_orange.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2j1X3UlxzoEC7RlLttgHpji4T-N8GlHrGZQY7ss8_yR1WouuYvfo0Wh1Q3RNZNazmTmytlsEKhBqjIoE_cn2OpsgAdP3KdFLWFewVp6oBXm79T08MpXNFfWIF1Rcwvn__TcoA/s320/spider_man_orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098222618444297682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker:</span> Oh, Mr. Ditkovitch!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Ditkovitch: </span>An orange?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker: </span>No thanks. Look, I'm really sorry for what happened earlier. I shouldn't have yelled about that door, it was nothing to be angry about.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Ditkovitch: </span>Eh, it's no big deal. If you feel that bad about it, you can buy me pizza some time - today's good!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker: </span>...Okay.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Ditkovitch: </span>Problem with the phone?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker: </span>No, it's just... I was trying to figure out what to say.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Ditkovitch: </span>If it's a woman you're calling, you say - "You're good woman, I'm good man!"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Ditkovitch: </span>Hmm?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ursula: </span>Hi Pete!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker:</span> Oh hi!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Ditkovitch: </span>He's calling a woman.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ursula: </span>Are you calling Mary Jane? I think that would be so...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Ditkovitch:</span> It's none of your business! Go! Go!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Ditkovitch:</span> Call!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeyPlyJC0kpVccj2ST7sAXiNCGUf8Onwy2QVmW96a2zSSCithSXqeHt7FjeFZA5POSlsXO0vwY8ydKCpHgnDdDplvAd-OrkS0jKMJbGrOrtMUGdvZ28pT4GNTL0NS4OHwNYQb/s1600-h/spider_man_pecker.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeyPlyJC0kpVccj2ST7sAXiNCGUf8Onwy2QVmW96a2zSSCithSXqeHt7FjeFZA5POSlsXO0vwY8ydKCpHgnDdDplvAd-OrkS0jKMJbGrOrtMUGdvZ28pT4GNTL0NS4OHwNYQb/s320/spider_man_pecker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098222618444297698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maitre d': </span>Name, please?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker: </span>Parker, Peter<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maitre d': </span>Ahh, there we are... table for two, Pecker...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker:</span> Parker...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maitre d': </span>That is what I said, Pecker!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtNPn69HD7AZHunhSbNhcE5PiUuxbd6h4ptT7dpbazUIhVhyphenhyphenXVk4H31_8LowMyEOP_SzOvLFuumkb5EJKKHnGIM5RDTJI_VMsJs7cjSkZGERlaH93ZSXBDYxVEwd6SJ2S7j2-/s1600-h/spider_man_understand.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtNPn69HD7AZHunhSbNhcE5PiUuxbd6h4ptT7dpbazUIhVhyphenhyphenXVk4H31_8LowMyEOP_SzOvLFuumkb5EJKKHnGIM5RDTJI_VMsJs7cjSkZGERlaH93ZSXBDYxVEwd6SJ2S7j2-/s320/spider_man_understand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098222627034232306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flint Marko: </span>I'm not asking for your forgiveness. I just want you to understand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxK7PFY724qTJLbKFEqKt64YjEhMDddz450lHfj_GFrrbi5vgVI7rH-_jzmp-UUmo62JQgMzedq_cetTMYbbD-cGTFTUKmYojPW9x9gSfx48SSd8TmEqp6AubQLlg-KCGZF5T3/s1600-h/spider_man_camera.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxK7PFY724qTJLbKFEqKt64YjEhMDddz450lHfj_GFrrbi5vgVI7rH-_jzmp-UUmo62JQgMzedq_cetTMYbbD-cGTFTUKmYojPW9x9gSfx48SSd8TmEqp6AubQLlg-KCGZF5T3/s320/spider_man_camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098222296321750402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jonah Jameson: </span>Parker? Parker? Where are you?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jonah Jameson: </span>Hey kid you wanna job?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Girl:</span> Why would I wanna job? I'm just a kid.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jonah Jameson:</span> How much for the camera?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Girl:</span> A hundred bucks.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jonah Jameson: </span>A hundred bucks?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jonah Jameson: </span>OK.<br />Jonah Jameson tries to shoot, but the camera's empty<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Girl: </span>Film's extra!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPSOe8Mxn56PIul23sCdOjo8YwuY6-g7oHoM6hK6MQFzf3iX9UG-vvcKRnChSMz7WmUJUh-LOVg645cxEPn8F9-C8aZN0qGQIoTTeJwNEPKgRqTCjBWrMp_-Nb5ilm_Nx2xba/s1600-h/spider_man_kick_ass.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPSOe8Mxn56PIul23sCdOjo8YwuY6-g7oHoM6hK6MQFzf3iX9UG-vvcKRnChSMz7WmUJUh-LOVg645cxEPn8F9-C8aZN0qGQIoTTeJwNEPKgRqTCjBWrMp_-Nb5ilm_Nx2xba/s320/spider_man_kick_ass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098222309206652338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker:</span> Stings doesn't it?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Harry Osborn: </span>I protected you in high school, but now I'm gonna kick your little ass!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker:</span> Oooh!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJLgEY8gJQrbdAUWLRnWGRIW0cx_5ww3RPjGYXWqY1KyiAK5rd4L0GTm70oFl4MCEfJc-RVGFlLNh0gzPaVZndWlfeYCNjqnxA7mCCkvM6Pa48jGCCLZ7sB9QymhrJ6hPYkM4/s1600-h/spider_man_kiss.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJLgEY8gJQrbdAUWLRnWGRIW0cx_5ww3RPjGYXWqY1KyiAK5rd4L0GTm70oFl4MCEfJc-RVGFlLNh0gzPaVZndWlfeYCNjqnxA7mCCkvM6Pa48jGCCLZ7sB9QymhrJ6hPYkM4/s320/spider_man_kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098222309206652354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Crowd: </span>Kiss him! Kiss him!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker: </span>Go ahead, lay one on me!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gwen Stacy:</span> Really?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker: </span>Yeah! They'll love it!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Child: </span>Don't do it, Spidey!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Child:</span> Ewwww...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBE4P46CzGcGZhh2zP3qfpdLeQg7SVHtHoGmW_VUqdJs5r4Wz5EDzFFOHino1e0hHyu8NDxhQY2MahlUJRH9_f_UTWyfFsGdfb0PSTJ_UWO9rSnZ1gvZNpUJt42XQPM0_zsKj/s1600-h/spider_man_goblni_junior.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBE4P46CzGcGZhh2zP3qfpdLeQg7SVHtHoGmW_VUqdJs5r4Wz5EDzFFOHino1e0hHyu8NDxhQY2MahlUJRH9_f_UTWyfFsGdfb0PSTJ_UWO9rSnZ1gvZNpUJt42XQPM0_zsKj/s320/spider_man_goblni_junior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098222300616717730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Harry Osborn:</span> You gonna' kill me like you killed me father?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker: </span>I'm done trying to convince you.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Harry Osborn:</span> You took him from me. He loved me.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker: </span>No, he despised you. You were an embarrassment to him.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Parker: </span>Oh, look at little Goblin junior... 'Gonna cry?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-40986620769276160822007-08-07T06:08:00.000-07:002007-08-07T06:23:52.970-07:00Evan Almighty :: Movie Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMBQGSYa-XGCA16CyCYpmKjhy1qi48eH9SHT7pGpjGwfOrKhZEAYcYaoW5x0nJMpZVxL8KUF9CT0qhI5s5l3e2kzM_2KVbn7WnS1DLJvKEv4z3aQF9HUMdDDhBDpEe-9MIzLL/s1600-h/evan_flood.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMBQGSYa-XGCA16CyCYpmKjhy1qi48eH9SHT7pGpjGwfOrKhZEAYcYaoW5x0nJMpZVxL8KUF9CT0qhI5s5l3e2kzM_2KVbn7WnS1DLJvKEv4z3aQF9HUMdDDhBDpEe-9MIzLL/s320/evan_flood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095948514865444130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joan Baxter:</span> You want to build a boat?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evan Baxter:</span> It might be something fun for the family. Go sailing on the lake. I don't know.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evan Baxter: </span>Be great in case it floods or something...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSR4kf731VikUIpAOXRHMR2MwvMKfh3R9rP6nX5lwTKHAzANNkgotYvawY9UWooQnzxy01rHgNbg1EnRX2lb4pRcHgPv_piRiNmBA_7r5HEPYYhhnkIO2_5gNSYOhXHs_fnF4y/s1600-h/evan_awareness.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSR4kf731VikUIpAOXRHMR2MwvMKfh3R9rP6nX5lwTKHAzANNkgotYvawY9UWooQnzxy01rHgNbg1EnRX2lb4pRcHgPv_piRiNmBA_7r5HEPYYhhnkIO2_5gNSYOhXHs_fnF4y/s320/evan_awareness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095948510570476818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joan Baxter: </span>Maybe God meant a flood of awareness.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evan Baxter:</span> If that's true, I'm going to be so pissed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_HB8GXT6YZSsZGWJGgTuDKsOarsixOyrgZYdi7FbKPPAN9TNoM4fEh3ECnVPfJPkhcRZmbXZP6cA43VpMweLxh01aCWj4LNgENDc-B7FmZumVWE7SRgREdXUNWon5hw5juA7/s1600-h/evan_let_me_ask.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_HB8GXT6YZSsZGWJGgTuDKsOarsixOyrgZYdi7FbKPPAN9TNoM4fEh3ECnVPfJPkhcRZmbXZP6cA43VpMweLxh01aCWj4LNgENDc-B7FmZumVWE7SRgREdXUNWon5hw5juA7/s320/evan_let_me_ask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095948519160411442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">God: </span>Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRQ4fbTyaL13B5eQb1JhtcBEoJgKEydNpbCJTeptkK5I41vRoHgkurWlnLT0kwiSb17UjZv7VAmxYfOBWs6ZiJ7HYFZ9rjPAYejs5km2TS-w2IYNpP0zUNvtBoLDSgMS0X7qm/s1600-h/evan_ark.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRQ4fbTyaL13B5eQb1JhtcBEoJgKEydNpbCJTeptkK5I41vRoHgkurWlnLT0kwiSb17UjZv7VAmxYfOBWs6ZiJ7HYFZ9rjPAYejs5km2TS-w2IYNpP0zUNvtBoLDSgMS0X7qm/s320/evan_ark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095948506275509506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">God:</span> How do we change the world?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evan Baxter: </span>One single act of random kindness at a time.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">God: </span>One <span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span>ct, of, <span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>andom, <span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>indness.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-29253552407078212432007-08-06T18:29:00.000-07:002007-08-06T19:03:47.387-07:00Live Free or Die Hard 4.0 :: Movie Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0_Gd-I1bvfV1-hh7xVufHVosh4nv6L_QQPuBFREjogmwx4wo86Tzra-dskIQdhyR5x73ld0e3Xn6Gx6g7Wp46cbAYll8kSkNsuMluox1vrWmTgiHL00T8_aJL0souXCPrg7A/s1600-h/die_hard_command_center.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0_Gd-I1bvfV1-hh7xVufHVosh4nv6L_QQPuBFREjogmwx4wo86Tzra-dskIQdhyR5x73ld0e3Xn6Gx6g7Wp46cbAYll8kSkNsuMluox1vrWmTgiHL00T8_aJL0souXCPrg7A/s320/die_hard_command_center.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095765132646806722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Warlock:</span> Why did you bring a cop to my command center?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">John McClane:</span> (laughs) It's a basement!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kBEBhYW9-occqef0cPNbbi1Gb23wwrf2YkHC3Soly3Zu92pkI2lo0VUGMp_lVHDHCSci5XhVGnz-oerAZqoRxZB5eae069dkpNEmCAQDf-x36YO4oAMhlHdjMkC0yJImYML4/s1600-h/die_hard_five_of_them.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kBEBhYW9-occqef0cPNbbi1Gb23wwrf2YkHC3Soly3Zu92pkI2lo0VUGMp_lVHDHCSci5XhVGnz-oerAZqoRxZB5eae069dkpNEmCAQDf-x36YO4oAMhlHdjMkC0yJImYML4/s320/die_hard_five_of_them.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095766395367191762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thomas Gabriel:</span> I can't talk to him, you talk to him. Help him focus.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lucy McClane:</span> Daddy?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">John McClane: </span>Lucy baby?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lucy McClane: </span>Now there are only five of them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOSqhUuyVzUJkiDsXWKbjUyu61sXDOrIRmGTTpYE0j8UnCeTh3XnhtH3qI8a051AlEqbdPSEzP5tG8VmGPvfL3Bk1bJj0vsIkaRm2QayOBIV-IxzH_7qc1dh22RGAJUAHnn6t/s1600-h/die_hard_bush.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOSqhUuyVzUJkiDsXWKbjUyu61sXDOrIRmGTTpYE0j8UnCeTh3XnhtH3qI8a051AlEqbdPSEzP5tG8VmGPvfL3Bk1bJj0vsIkaRm2QayOBIV-IxzH_7qc1dh22RGAJUAHnn6t/s320/die_hard_bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095772824933233906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Broadcast:</span><br />My fellow Americans it is time to strike fear into the citizenry ask not what your country can do to avert this crisis. The answer is nothing what so ever. Our military strength is in useless. Read my lips. The great confident ruler of the American progress and growth has come to an end. All the vital technology that, that this nation possesses. All communication transportation, connectivity, electrical power, critical utilities, their fate now rests in hands. We will not tire, we will not falter and we won't fail.<br />Thank you and a Happy Independence Day for everyone!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVBIvnfMhTnN5jayiVxbQq4FgySRzxfYqgVgz5O0-l9XXD5gmEj1AiA9nkMgHMbudmzZs6UTf4BTJXEDVuzCR_IUlEsklHwC2qy1iLJeQSUFT2vtDlGC2XFEJGyMMSBbMV9JV/s1600-h/die_hard_i_did_it.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVBIvnfMhTnN5jayiVxbQq4FgySRzxfYqgVgz5O0-l9XXD5gmEj1AiA9nkMgHMbudmzZs6UTf4BTJXEDVuzCR_IUlEsklHwC2qy1iLJeQSUFT2vtDlGC2XFEJGyMMSBbMV9JV/s320/die_hard_i_did_it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095769015297242338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Matt Farrell: </span>Did you see that?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">John McClane:</span> Yes, I did it!<br /><br />Die Hard 4.0, Live free or Die Hard (Bruce Willis)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-33432236750958371742007-08-04T14:34:00.000-07:002007-08-04T14:52:51.104-07:00Leon :: Movie Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXr2d_YLH5OEFk06rlQvgQGP4uvPNS6mg7hkC1qx35dQ9z6UCt5oYx2byhhDu_McWgRQ4edUz4-gX_U-3-QCD2sE_iWa6JzPXUNTNKeUjSSN0EGwtXLWWdLX1cOUhyphenhyphenFSEh537p/s1600-h/leon_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXr2d_YLH5OEFk06rlQvgQGP4uvPNS6mg7hkC1qx35dQ9z6UCt5oYx2byhhDu_McWgRQ4edUz4-gX_U-3-QCD2sE_iWa6JzPXUNTNKeUjSSN0EGwtXLWWdLX1cOUhyphenhyphenFSEh537p/s320/leon_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094966371808965762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Morizio (by phone): </span>Make sure he understands. Then let him go.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leon:</span> Do you understand?<br />(Fatman shakes his head, yes)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leon: </span>So say it.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fatman: </span>I understand.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leon: </span>Good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYf1tOZm_cEbBk14R_H2p_3upBMhdRc-5YO1-1mdpu6mHLvcqribXc5VECjaODa9l_xyydtUnEJb_pS87G8sUuPGGZUeUm0mWIdKyk07FvTgfAeakemAbesgmV0SvaxGet0_Q/s1600-h/leon_ok.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYf1tOZm_cEbBk14R_H2p_3upBMhdRc-5YO1-1mdpu6mHLvcqribXc5VECjaODa9l_xyydtUnEJb_pS87G8sUuPGGZUeUm0mWIdKyk07FvTgfAeakemAbesgmV0SvaxGet0_Q/s320/leon_ok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094966371808965778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leon: </span>And stop saying "okay" all the time. Okay?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mathilda:</span> Okay.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leon:</span> Good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjid5iL3jV50wFf62YBNuREF9YkTDNQsGrphxglzgTN6dlu6ZHE_Vi5LPFTnwIl4_3K1TwzTRwTutkUMkaM0zcPq8ghCYAcXpmTQ8w8oOev8xFDpJeSohLVsHxzekCGmWvtGxdo/s1600-h/leon_revenge.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjid5iL3jV50wFf62YBNuREF9YkTDNQsGrphxglzgTN6dlu6ZHE_Vi5LPFTnwIl4_3K1TwzTRwTutkUMkaM0zcPq8ghCYAcXpmTQ8w8oOev8xFDpJeSohLVsHxzekCGmWvtGxdo/s320/leon_revenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094966376103933090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leon:</span> Revenge is not good. Once you're done. Believe me. It's better to forget!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQBtg_OAv93OlrjZhl_CZtG48JltOPs8FxHFRDgvgJlnnmG83lP05BbkjqSfLUybTVDMUM22wpIJp4bPWI7X3sh5o2HhKLCDiZmbdOg_BElgM6MyL2ljmhq1CZYM6RnNvRiGn/s1600-h/leon_rifle.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQBtg_OAv93OlrjZhl_CZtG48JltOPs8FxHFRDgvgJlnnmG83lP05BbkjqSfLUybTVDMUM22wpIJp4bPWI7X3sh5o2HhKLCDiZmbdOg_BElgM6MyL2ljmhq1CZYM6RnNvRiGn/s320/leon_rifle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094966376103933106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leon: </span>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.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-10600279708449584012007-08-03T17:23:00.000-07:002007-08-04T05:52:59.138-07:00Pulp Fiction :: Movie Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwbrQWbXLp7aQCxUeREoMgsWI8o94ux46F9Jz64sHQCFD0x93OlzNkW33rHmhLRyuqz9-3auVkr_CfNsqSPMJoeg5aH7j-4cUHxA4ZsGtNKWWWbOQaB800zJTf3574ihtuorC/s1600-h/pulp_lord.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwbrQWbXLp7aQCxUeREoMgsWI8o94ux46F9Jz64sHQCFD0x93OlzNkW33rHmhLRyuqz9-3auVkr_CfNsqSPMJoeg5aH7j-4cUHxA4ZsGtNKWWWbOQaB800zJTf3574ihtuorC/s320/pulp_lord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094824229866304610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules: </span>The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO22-Nuppdy9AjfDQ9Jb7JBAUyCxCjfsv-sULZ8-hLR1_Yqb2PXu_zoca0DBgufTcIR8YSSbiME3TbfxzFlevDXg0uQF6d7PmcedxRKAliLuCzfbH0xYfU5UK30jn5jmNjlxDA/s1600-h/pulp_jerks.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO22-Nuppdy9AjfDQ9Jb7JBAUyCxCjfsv-sULZ8-hLR1_Yqb2PXu_zoca0DBgufTcIR8YSSbiME3TbfxzFlevDXg0uQF6d7PmcedxRKAliLuCzfbH0xYfU5UK30jn5jmNjlxDA/s320/pulp_jerks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094824981485581426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Wolf:</span> You guys look like... What do they look like, Jimmie?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jimmie: </span>Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules: </span>Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXfjqXri87BhPqphw3yWnYZzmxHgoo16FOveM37lVVIDmmep2WK4RMt-1nAWYVEo5q7jB1yo0ujRqJICrJLikJ1B0rCyNtdISFPwn-FQiUwIumjRAfUVV1XytbQQR244zhFPN/s1600-h/pulp_fast.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXfjqXri87BhPqphw3yWnYZzmxHgoo16FOveM37lVVIDmmep2WK4RMt-1nAWYVEo5q7jB1yo0ujRqJICrJLikJ1B0rCyNtdISFPwn-FQiUwIumjRAfUVV1XytbQQR244zhFPN/s320/pulp_fast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094641796835439586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch: </span>I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne: </span>Blueberry pie.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span> OK, maybe not that fast...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9_nFBupOaz8hgebhoTV6F8nkbJtTAENZKfBtUV1UrAOjWmfvw_IVB_h95uI2LPIScqJdwJv2qd5uVyifCDYHMulmokckXMiu99Xj3jcbGn4C5gQsd4AwNb4tpErYbQc-Mey1/s1600-h/pulp_chopper.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9_nFBupOaz8hgebhoTV6F8nkbJtTAENZKfBtUV1UrAOjWmfvw_IVB_h95uI2LPIScqJdwJv2qd5uVyifCDYHMulmokckXMiu99Xj3jcbGn4C5gQsd4AwNb4tpErYbQc-Mey1/s320/pulp_chopper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094641792540472274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne:</span> Whose motorcycle is this?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span> It's a chopper, baby.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne:</span> Whose chopper is this?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span> It's Zed's.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne: </span>Who's Zed?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span> Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhviDn7dQZR7jGyIVsreC6gFS6aywsh3-6w0No7HaUB3bPu5wpZ0nCKOLRiaNZ4GXhCTwpMl97ddGiVq9dVuc26L8FEpXi89-ojp-NSSAzrbAX2z9jDMTD2hHnC-Vd0Xwp5Nr/s1600-h/pulp_watches.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhviDn7dQZR7jGyIVsreC6gFS6aywsh3-6w0No7HaUB3bPu5wpZ0nCKOLRiaNZ4GXhCTwpMl97ddGiVq9dVuc26L8FEpXi89-ojp-NSSAzrbAX2z9jDMTD2hHnC-Vd0Xwp5Nr/s320/pulp_watches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094642067418379314" border="0" /></a><br /><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span> Where's my watch?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne:</span> It's there.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span> No it's not.<br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne: </span> </span><span>Have you looked ?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span> Yes, I've fuckin' looked. What the fuck do you think I'm doin'? You sure you got it ?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne:</span> Yes. Bedside table drawer.<br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span></span><span> On the little kangaroo ?<br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne:</span></span><span> Yes, it was on the little kangaroo.<br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span></span><span> </span><span>Yeah, well, it's not here now.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne: </span>Well, it should be.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch: </span>Yes it most definitely should be but it's not here now, so where the fuck is it? Fabienne, where's my father's fucking watch ? Do you have any idea what he had to go through to get me that watch ? I don't have time to go into it, but he went through a lot. All this other shit you could've set on fire, but I specifically reminded you not to forget the fucking watch.<br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span></span><span> Now think. Did you get it ?<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne:</span> I believe so.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span> You believe so? You believe so? What the fuck does that mean? You either did, or you didn't!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fabienne: </span>Then I did.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch: </span>Are you sure?<br />(Fabienne shakes her head, no)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch:</span> Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Motherfucker! Motherfuckin'! Do you fucking know how fucking stupid you are? No!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Butch: </span>It's not your fault.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVsyH-GUWEbZdWqXREcSvGUax8HOJ7tiSAAyTM8hyphenhyphen7qv5PxeZ-Zzm11NMwwau18JxZzLIrimD2BcE-zA_-wP1V1LnVmM86F589gKTj3t2WyS36Qp6mZ-orXxGwzlA1GBW3JI0/s1600-h/pulp_meters1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVsyH-GUWEbZdWqXREcSvGUax8HOJ7tiSAAyTM8hyphenhyphen7qv5PxeZ-Zzm11NMwwau18JxZzLIrimD2BcE-zA_-wP1V1LnVmM86F589gKTj3t2WyS36Qp6mZ-orXxGwzlA1GBW3JI0/s320/pulp_meters1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094642054533477394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent:</span> And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules: </span>They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent:</span> No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules: </span>Then what do they call it?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent: </span>They call it a Royale with cheese.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules:</span> A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent: </span>Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules:</span> Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent: </span>I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent:</span> You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules: </span>What?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent: </span>Mayonnaise.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules:</span> Goddamn.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent:</span> I've seen 'em do it, man. They fucking drown 'em in that shit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByePZ4zn5s35M1S-101OQYcIdnv9K9FIGNi6E9MrfIKQz6BoBps-chfmP3nAzPj3H1mmQ3jGK4WoePK-m4KqCfKL-ESqcMXWINzGkJz_EfJ-aeEj7iUw0mniB4x4rjCclhGJq/s1600-h/pulp_meters2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByePZ4zn5s35M1S-101OQYcIdnv9K9FIGNi6E9MrfIKQz6BoBps-chfmP3nAzPj3H1mmQ3jGK4WoePK-m4KqCfKL-ESqcMXWINzGkJz_EfJ-aeEj7iUw0mniB4x4rjCclhGJq/s320/pulp_meters2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094642063123412002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules: </span>Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brett:</span> No.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules: </span>Tell him, Vincent.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent:</span> Royale with cheese.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules:</span> Royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it a Royale with cheese?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brett:</span> Because of the metric system?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jules: </span>Check out the big brain on Brett. You one smart motherfucker.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBprhschCDFNuNnqnfBZTkdZeQeY4itD6llGIELw9GjS21kdC9iG1iJc1abcAJ4DZ2N3091BvHpz0kZKOKc8czaFgdQw61o9Ohr_YCUV2LVKaXYFvmQAJ9RCR1w9k5N1KQAx_i/s1600-h/pulp_blouse.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBprhschCDFNuNnqnfBZTkdZeQeY4itD6llGIELw9GjS21kdC9iG1iJc1abcAJ4DZ2N3091BvHpz0kZKOKc8czaFgdQw61o9Ohr_YCUV2LVKaXYFvmQAJ9RCR1w9k5N1KQAx_i/s320/pulp_blouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094641788245504962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lance: </span>You take off her shirt and find her heart.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent: </span>Does it gotta be exact?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lance: </span>We're giving her a shot in the heart, so it's gotta be exact.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHpyNKIFYQfXULkxZFVSJ9kevis8uziAgNvx4qx5g2jPmLKZAiV3y7t2-f4BLVDQlV_itbkT5BNUFlaPqyubKkRD8EzSa6wY80-SIMNKavijSWd6UJBUTOU3XvqpnpOxBIlBq/s1600-h/pulp_marker.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHpyNKIFYQfXULkxZFVSJ9kevis8uziAgNvx4qx5g2jPmLKZAiV3y7t2-f4BLVDQlV_itbkT5BNUFlaPqyubKkRD8EzSa6wY80-SIMNKavijSWd6UJBUTOU3XvqpnpOxBIlBq/s320/pulp_marker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094642050238510066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent: </span>All right, what I need is a big, fat magic marker. You got it?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jody:</span> What?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent:</span> A magic marker. A felt pen! A fuckin' black magic marker! Christ.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbb7NfjP4z36QiRigN5hNnoXiEoqf6y6tmSTrSwpD5euSiPixbCcSH1ahuofXlKuU_vF1BwyKPn_y7ln5r4zMLSjntUmgLHxGUXfdnEDcAHQ4KZh-BhJZgB58cPRZUNHKAVzyV/s1600-h/pulp_medicalbook.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbb7NfjP4z36QiRigN5hNnoXiEoqf6y6tmSTrSwpD5euSiPixbCcSH1ahuofXlKuU_vF1BwyKPn_y7ln5r4zMLSjntUmgLHxGUXfdnEDcAHQ4KZh-BhJZgB58cPRZUNHKAVzyV/s320/pulp_medicalbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094642054533477378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent: </span>Hurry up, Lance! We're losing her!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lance: </span>I'm lookin' as fast as I can!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jody:</span> What's he looking for?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent:</span> I dunno. Some book.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jody:</span> What're you looking for?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lance: </span>A little black medical book!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jody:</span> What're you looking for?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lance: </span>A little black fuckin' medical book! It's like a textbook they give to nurses.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jody:</span> I never saw no medical book.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lance: </span>Trust me, I have one.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jody:</span> Well, if it's so important, why don't you keep it with the shot?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lance:</span> I don't know! Stop bothering me!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jody: </span>Listen, while you're looking for it, that girl's gonna die on our carpet! You're never gonna find anything in this mess!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lance:</span> I'm gonna fuckin' kill you if you don't shut up!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vincent: </span>Stop arguing and get in here!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-41253269358802903772007-08-03T16:34:00.000-07:002007-08-03T18:02:42.495-07:00Groundhog Day :: Quote 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7XfFVi2-ySWW3DlU2pVcyiFNagPLd0XDDUpuPmu2BysTQutTO44GbO8f50HX_CnVcdm_1n9NbVGEi5PcqFBX4M7Vd1dnmwkF5zEA2pp7omZTdOfqp0cu33ho5remWm5bmc_Xu/s1600-h/2a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7XfFVi2-ySWW3DlU2pVcyiFNagPLd0XDDUpuPmu2BysTQutTO44GbO8f50HX_CnVcdm_1n9NbVGEi5PcqFBX4M7Vd1dnmwkF5zEA2pp7omZTdOfqp0cu33ho5remWm5bmc_Xu/s320/2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094622293388948370" border="0" /></a><br /><b>First D.J.</b>: Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cooooold out there today.<br /><b>Second D.J.</b>: It's cooold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?<br /><b>First D.J.</b>: Not hardly. And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that, you know, that, uh, that blizzard thing.<br /><b>Second D.J.</b>: That blizzard - thing. That blizzard - thing. Oh, well, here's the report! The National Weather Service is calling for a "big blizzard thing!"<br /><b>First D.J.</b>: Yes, they are. But you know, there's another reason why today is especially exciting.<br /><b>Second D.J.</b>: Especially cold!<br /><b>First D.J.</b>: Especially cold, okay, but the big question on everybody's lips...<br /><b>Second D.J.</b>: On their chapped lips...<br /><b>First D.J.</b>: On their chapped lips, right: Do ya think Phil is gonna come out and see his shadow?<br /><b>Second D.J.</b>: Punxsutawney Phil!<br /><b>First D.J.</b>: Thats right, woodchuck-chuckers - it's<br /><b>First D.J.</b>: GROUNDHOG DAY!<br /><b>Second D.J.</b>: GROUNDHOG DAY!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-65533226329951224452007-08-03T16:24:00.000-07:002007-08-03T16:29:21.157-07:00Duplex :: Quote 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmWhBHXWMi2kCmVMJp3qZkSye9ayj68u2239w_UfN6h6DbvYSytxhd5jnrs4F_zcY2o5FL8-Lch2fHB1rwAnH2e8aM8-Rbd4usbnLCe1x2nKskQuILss1vZ_i_WStMw4DGDz6/s1600-h/1a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmWhBHXWMi2kCmVMJp3qZkSye9ayj68u2239w_UfN6h6DbvYSytxhd5jnrs4F_zcY2o5FL8-Lch2fHB1rwAnH2e8aM8-Rbd4usbnLCe1x2nKskQuILss1vZ_i_WStMw4DGDz6/s320/1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094620133020398466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alex Rose:</span> I'm not gonna pay for unauthorized repairs.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Dzerzhinsky:</span> I did the work, my friend. I can rip the pipes out of the wall.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Dzerzhinsky </span>(Speaks Russian)<span style="font-weight: bold;">: </span>Ja vedj naher eto vyrvatj mogu!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alex Rose:</span> What?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Dzerzhinsky:</span> [repeats himself]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alex Rose:</span> I don't know. I don't know what you're saying.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Dzerzhinsky:</span> Do it! Do it!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alex Rose: </span>You do it! You do it!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nancy:</span> Alex!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alex Rose:</span> What? Okay, forget it. Plug it up.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Dzerzhinsky</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>(Speaks Russian)<span style="font-weight: bold;">: </span>Zhmot i zasranec!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-26755061890799791702007-08-03T15:21:00.000-07:002007-08-03T16:07:45.039-07:00Friends Series / Season 1 Episode 1 :: Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2JAlIcKG-gyMqAO3UnfaCtDjedOPro-Tog_Qi8jmd0FfOzFw_A2eFYMP3sitJgFQOCGxKsqw-XalF3q8kD2FED3n1BKEUqJU9O92yoInqkPPAjNHXP1PTqKWpltfKsssL4cd/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2JAlIcKG-gyMqAO3UnfaCtDjedOPro-Tog_Qi8jmd0FfOzFw_A2eFYMP3sitJgFQOCGxKsqw-XalF3q8kD2FED3n1BKEUqJU9O92yoInqkPPAjNHXP1PTqKWpltfKsssL4cd/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610340494963474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joey:</span> Come on, you're single. Have some hormones.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ross: </span>See, but I don't want to be single, okay? I just want to be married again.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chandler: </span>And I just want a million dollars!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRDHypzllsC4ozyhkvPAgkdmyF2OQz6P2zTLvnLm6f_u83FrjYs4OVZ_Pa4yKDeT-rdXii8nTz0H9laBiv9l-BHAOLWLQoP4b4mflX3wGtMHx0rVbQnW2-4DKgK-DtH5_H-7f/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRDHypzllsC4ozyhkvPAgkdmyF2OQz6P2zTLvnLm6f_u83FrjYs4OVZ_Pa4yKDeT-rdXii8nTz0H9laBiv9l-BHAOLWLQoP4b4mflX3wGtMHx0rVbQnW2-4DKgK-DtH5_H-7f/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610344789930786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>Daddy, I just...|I can't marry him.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>I'm sorry.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>I just don't love him.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>Well, it matters to me!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wecRBDSJWti5uTK2cHTkat5gFisx3KyVzmCqWbrRSsbD6OQQZgd4Spc2Gf04xP_shtjRw8-W2C1HIldZ2SIHdxAVjJXKx1DRgnSlwGo0MQAy7bjKYyBnqfma_v942jfT6-xy/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wecRBDSJWti5uTK2cHTkat5gFisx3KyVzmCqWbrRSsbD6OQQZgd4Spc2Gf04xP_shtjRw8-W2C1HIldZ2SIHdxAVjJXKx1DRgnSlwGo0MQAy7bjKYyBnqfma_v942jfT6-xy/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610349084898098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>Well, maybe that's my decision.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>Well, maybe I don't need your money.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>Wait! Wait! I said maybe!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUWPkRD7si9RtC-tOv02ypKJp7ywVIjW-l0pH2982vdfZhbJbH-qJ02FlqeOALA87XlJJGAwLYqBeNES9oDrRp4dEM6yfA4W-y1AEy_wrsMP4w9tHErW7Z6x-kXl54cjCPkuz/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUWPkRD7si9RtC-tOv02ypKJp7ywVIjW-l0pH2982vdfZhbJbH-qJ02FlqeOALA87XlJJGAwLYqBeNES9oDrRp4dEM6yfA4W-y1AEy_wrsMP4w9tHErW7Z6x-kXl54cjCPkuz/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610353379865410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ross: </span>Joey and Chandler are|helping me with my furniture.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chandler:</span>Yes we're very excited about it.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>Thanks. But I'm just gonna hang out here. It's been a long day.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ross: </span>Okay. Sure.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joey: </span>Pheebs, wanna help?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Phoebe: </span>I wish I could, but I don't want to.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eTKpbnI6TW1O_ZGJ7Ci7vVz0nn42P2yhu3RSTn48owjcMqgS_dKS_MxeQMBuvWHgKQ0DyhnzRZHdwV8VQsEgG5hqMn566TSzeANKI99JVUOuqhDCVNxel8oktiHPMfElTYDH/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eTKpbnI6TW1O_ZGJ7Ci7vVz0nn42P2yhu3RSTn48owjcMqgS_dKS_MxeQMBuvWHgKQ0DyhnzRZHdwV8VQsEgG5hqMn566TSzeANKI99JVUOuqhDCVNxel8oktiHPMfElTYDH/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610353379865426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Phoebe's Song:</span><br />Love is sweet as summer showers,<br /> Love is a wondrous work of art,<br /> But your love oh your love, your love...<br /> Is like a giant pigeon...crapping on my heart.<br />La-la-la-la-la- (some guy gives her some change and to that guy she says) Thank you.<br /> La-la-la-la...ohhh!<br /></span><a href="http://phoebesongs.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Phoebe's Songs</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUPApdqK4FmVswtxZ-UxQAUp5xXHHheItID93Xr61ztoagkaLKqNslzic3o_M2IcdU-tOVsLNgrxvvdJhtClU9Y2L_4cFY-MaTQ2o3AhPKErT4dipbmS8nLoEGqYo6Gsdxx-F/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUPApdqK4FmVswtxZ-UxQAUp5xXHHheItID93Xr61ztoagkaLKqNslzic3o_M2IcdU-tOVsLNgrxvvdJhtClU9Y2L_4cFY-MaTQ2o3AhPKErT4dipbmS8nLoEGqYo6Gsdxx-F/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610705567183714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel:</span> Isn't this amazing?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>I have never made coffee before in my life.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chandler:</span> That is amazing.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joey: </span>Congratulations.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel: </span>I figure if I can make coffee, there isn't anything I can't do.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chandler:</span> I think it's, "If I can invade Poland, there isn't anything I can't do."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi92qqZP6wdlUsRUetghHzZsAsLucZVVG3ASZHUeRMlhB7GL4q5bKINxBnTEvfyO7amtNMNUt18hq64-lxrDt2pXu2MaxvetKJrDE0Km31pyyX4K8VE89DCoN9RhnbapKDP7eG-/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi92qqZP6wdlUsRUetghHzZsAsLucZVVG3ASZHUeRMlhB7GL4q5bKINxBnTEvfyO7amtNMNUt18hq64-lxrDt2pXu2MaxvetKJrDE0Km31pyyX4K8VE89DCoN9RhnbapKDP7eG-/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610709862151026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chandler:</span> I've got to get to work. If I don't input those numbers, it doesn't make much of a difference.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friends :: Season 1 Episode 1 :: s1e1 s01e01 s1e01 s01e1</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-63364633138215593252007-04-25T14:11:00.000-07:002007-04-25T14:28:58.512-07:00Sir Winston Churchill Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOiQvy1r59iohCE1-ilpKbNPsgm0fBsBGRCJcaXpkVGlugZU6ROXeSnPEc3kqZjqkRCvxiTPZHp6EfH2GZ3vnY9XLBvGCD-YMjOjuSVpni44t-pDWff1aoKPqiV7A4mT1FJvr/s1600-h/winston.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOiQvy1r59iohCE1-ilpKbNPsgm0fBsBGRCJcaXpkVGlugZU6ROXeSnPEc3kqZjqkRCvxiTPZHp6EfH2GZ3vnY9XLBvGCD-YMjOjuSVpni44t-pDWff1aoKPqiV7A4mT1FJvr/s320/winston.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057478861235344738" border="0" /></a>A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject.<br /><br />A love for tradition has never weakened a nation, indeed it has strengthened nations in their hour of peril.<br /><br />All great things are simple, and many can be expressed in single words: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.<br /><br />Although prepared for martyrdom, I preferred that it be postponed.<br /><br />An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.<br /><br />Broadly speaking, the short words are the best, and the old words best of all.<br /><br />Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.<br /><br />From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.<br /><br />He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.<br /><br />History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.<br /><br />I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0kwyWLE3PpHvdwXnDxllwksqvDdTb6RaeBegHImVKuY7r3Tujcu8YtPNhWqt8mjUEWxcX2B_ZMK-xT0U2TX3kdQoywop6NYE8VasZx-EbJMMJthRNGtZKOgHwmLX7OlT6SGn/s1600-h/churchill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0kwyWLE3PpHvdwXnDxllwksqvDdTb6RaeBegHImVKuY7r3Tujcu8YtPNhWqt8mjUEWxcX2B_ZMK-xT0U2TX3kdQoywop6NYE8VasZx-EbJMMJthRNGtZKOgHwmLX7OlT6SGn/s320/churchill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057479084573644146" border="0" /></a>I have always felt that a politician is to be judged by the animosities he excites among his opponents.<br /><br />I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.<br /><br />It has been said that democracy is the worst form of government except all the others that have been tried.<br /><br />It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time.<br /><br />It's not enough that we do our best; sometimes we have to do what's required.<br /><br />Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened.<br /><br />Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.<br /><br />Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter. The statesman who yields to war fever must realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.<br /><br />One ought never to turn one's back on a threatened danger and try to run away from it. If you do that, you will double the danger. But if you meet it promptly and without flinching, you will reduce the danger by half.<br /><br />Personally I'm always ready to learn, although I do not always like being taught.<br /><br />Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm.<br /><br />The price of greatness is responsibility.<br /><br />The reserve of modern assertions is sometimes pushed to extremes, in which the fear of being contradicted leads the writer to strip himself of almost all sense and meaning.<br /><br />There are a terrible lot of lies going around the world, and the worst of it is half of them are true.<br /><br />To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day.<br /><br />We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.<br /><br />When I am abroad, I always make it a rule never to criticize or attack the government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home.<br /><br />When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.<br /><br />Don't talk to me about naval tradition. It's nothing but rum, sodomy and the lash.<br /><br />"Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak, Courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen."<br /><br />We shall not fail or falter; we shall not weaken or tire...Give us the tools and we will finish the job.<br /><br />The British nation is unique in this respect. They are the only people who like to be told how bad things are, who like to be told the worst.<br /><br />I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this Government: 'I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat."<br /><br />Many forms of Government have been tried, and will be tried in this world of sin and woe. No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed, it has been said that democracy is the worst form of government except all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.<br /><br />So they [the Government] go on in strange paradox, decided only to be undecided, resolved to be irresolute, adamant for drift, solid for fluidity, all-powerful to be impotent.<br /><br />It is a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations.<br /><br />I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.<br /><br />I am reminded of the professor who, in his declining hours, was asked by his devoted pupils for his final counsel. He replied, 'Verify your quotations.'<br /><br />I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma: but perhaps there is a key. That key is Russian national interest.<br /><br />Here is the answer which I will give to President Roosevelt... We shall not fail or falter; we shall not weaken or tire. Neither the sudden shock of battle nor the long-drawn trials of vigilance and exertion will wear us down. Give us the tools and we will finish the job.<br /><br />It is a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations. Bartlett's Familiar Quotations is an admirable work, and I studied it intently. The quotations when engraved upon the memory give you good thoughts. They also make you anxious to read the authors and look for more.<br /><br />One day President Roosevelt told me that he was asking publicly for suggestions about what the war should be called. I said at once 'The Unnecessary War'.<br /><br />The empires of the future are the empires of the mind.<br /><br />For myself I am an optimist - it does not seem to be much use being anything else.<br /><br />From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic an iron curtain has descended across the Continent.<br /><br />Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.<br /><br />We shall show mercy, but we shall not ask for it.<br /><br />A love of tradition has never weakened a nation, indeed it has strengthened nations in their hour of peril; but the new view must come, the world must roll forward.<br /><br />Never give in--never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-66024300000108453362007-04-23T05:33:00.000-07:002007-04-23T05:42:10.596-07:00The Simpsons Movie :: Quote 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8erZErCo894o_TsFwdrQ8aLsld6WmiiwAF1zubINtlnCIca97xed8nSZ345hnGPZ8CaDf1bXZ-PbW4y2WGdqUiuINttVPXLo9Kag2Qj9rqxiNq8Pi4sXUHpDpkUQjdJgjCPHZ/s1600-h/simpsons.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8erZErCo894o_TsFwdrQ8aLsld6WmiiwAF1zubINtlnCIca97xed8nSZ345hnGPZ8CaDf1bXZ-PbW4y2WGdqUiuINttVPXLo9Kag2Qj9rqxiNq8Pi4sXUHpDpkUQjdJgjCPHZ/s320/simpsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056602894666878674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Homer Simpson: </span>Run! Run! Jump! Jump! Rest! Rest!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-79294863459192747412007-04-23T05:30:00.000-07:002007-04-23T05:33:01.440-07:00Die Hard 3 :: Quote 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYmLAWT5BsPSqmPGRw4a3OT_2KeIaXa-YwLaLUkzPYWmqspWxmken6LxWlNp4bn6etYcwqC7ORsghGmnxukjt8Z3kdGTWZKL4IMihOPdgxfXN_EzadL5DHMHXfA0IqOOTolxZ/s1600-h/die+hard1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYmLAWT5BsPSqmPGRw4a3OT_2KeIaXa-YwLaLUkzPYWmqspWxmken6LxWlNp4bn6etYcwqC7ORsghGmnxukjt8Z3kdGTWZKL4IMihOPdgxfXN_EzadL5DHMHXfA0IqOOTolxZ/s320/die+hard1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056600549614735042" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Inspector Cobb:</span> We'll be back to pick you up in fifteen minutes.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">John McClane: </span>Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-39662357813956464192007-04-23T04:08:00.000-07:002007-04-23T04:15:06.002-07:00Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan :: Quote 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkArqAxx_CPhBpPf_v-eAy2BmafjLbGdDTV736gZ8cVzcmwS8yyGBpSxYyX9xc6E1UlUUK_yXWo68czXk7MD5ZuukbtlKBOoKsQpYekgwHxHeAdPXSAoWpnYxhKRvY_VYu09Q/s1600-h/borat3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkArqAxx_CPhBpPf_v-eAy2BmafjLbGdDTV736gZ8cVzcmwS8yyGBpSxYyX9xc6E1UlUUK_yXWo68czXk7MD5ZuukbtlKBOoKsQpYekgwHxHeAdPXSAoWpnYxhKRvY_VYu09Q/s320/borat3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056580492117462706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Borat:</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>It is custom to have cheese at the start.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bob Barr: </span>Thank you.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Borat:</span> My wife, she make this cheese.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bob Barr:</span> Very nice.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Borat:</span> She make it from a milk from her tit.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-40126057642598469292007-01-28T02:50:00.000-08:002007-01-28T02:54:01.517-08:00Bad Santa :: Quote 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jGaJSbNqNJyUFjvJtALEJX6Df2MqDY6HAw3GxJgj5uTo-1AA503FX7lJ9FJ-48zrXgySH7CPpUjvdgQkDEr3oTGR0zA1rZH9i9Aqu6NuCJb8gapiPBKTqAPuXPa_8qAjtm7g/s1600-h/bad+santa.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jGaJSbNqNJyUFjvJtALEJX6Df2MqDY6HAw3GxJgj5uTo-1AA503FX7lJ9FJ-48zrXgySH7CPpUjvdgQkDEr3oTGR0zA1rZH9i9Aqu6NuCJb8gapiPBKTqAPuXPa_8qAjtm7g/s320/bad+santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025032525901285938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus:</span> How much?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin: </span>Half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Willie: </span>No fucking way...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus: </span>Just back off, Will, I got this. I got this! Okay, 30%. That's three of us. 30%, that's fair.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin: </span>Half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus: </span>I meant 33%.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin:</span> I meant half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus:</span> And 1/3.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin:</span> Half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus:</span> 35%.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin: </span>Half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus: </span>40%.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin: </span>Half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus:</span> 42%?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin:</span> Half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus:</span> Um... 45%.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin: </span>Half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus:</span> 48%?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin: </span>Half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus: </span>49%?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin: </span>Half.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Willie: </span>WeII , what's one point?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin:</span> We split the dough right down the middle. Any merchendise you take, I get to look at and cherry pick.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus: </span>No. Money is one thing but you ain't getting the sh...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gin:</span> This ain't no Chinese menu, jagoff! I tell YOU how it's gonna be. This is pricks fix!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Willie:</span> Pricks fix?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus:</span> Ah, he's a fucking moron.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Willie: </span>Oh really? Is that how you got the upper hand?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus:</span> Fuck you.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Willie: </span>Negotiating?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus: </span>You don't like it? Next year, fuck off. I can always get another box jockey.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Willie:</span> Yeah and I can get another midget too.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marcus:</span> Yeah? Where? You see us hanging off of fucking trees like fucking crab apples?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001374.post-36235113065657081062007-01-27T01:47:00.000-08:002007-01-27T02:01:57.464-08:00Bring It On 3 / All or nothing :: Quote 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddEp4zmSR-iV2SjJDsDlqFlkBq6cOIlGKoAk5oIZw5A-vxdrhLLX4RJDi60zuUnzscd7Nur5UCMlAgfDhXrJulB2PkC3igvNZXLyDmF70N2K3e3xIoc8j6F70ViP6ZJtoSl8P/s1600-h/bring+it+on.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddEp4zmSR-iV2SjJDsDlqFlkBq6cOIlGKoAk5oIZw5A-vxdrhLLX4RJDi60zuUnzscd7Nur5UCMlAgfDhXrJulB2PkC3igvNZXLyDmF70N2K3e3xIoc8j6F70ViP6ZJtoSl8P/s320/bring+it+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024648233702476322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Britney: </span>I am a virgin.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brad:</span> Shhh... I'm a quarterback, babe, people expect me to score.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8