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Clerks 2
Randal Graves: That look was so gay. I thought Sam was gonna tell the little hobbits to take a walk so he could saunter over to Frodo and suck his fucking cock. Now *that* would have been an Academy Award worthy ending.
Hobbit Lover: Hey faggot, they're not gay! They're hobbits!
Randal Graves: And then, right after the Sam/Frodo suckfest, right before the credits roll, Sam fucking flat out bricks in Frodo's mouth.
Randal Graves: That look was so gay. I thought Sam was gonna tell the little hobbits to take a walk so he could saunter over to Frodo and suck his fucking cock. Now *that* would have been an Academy Award worthy ending.
Hobbit Lover: Hey faggot, they're not gay! They're hobbits!
Randal Graves: And then, right after the Sam/Frodo suckfest, right before the credits roll, Sam fucking flat out bricks in Frodo's mouth.
The quote in my sig of course.
"Stop being liar to me" from the Indian pimp guy in Bachelor Party, always makes me laugh.
"Stop being liar to me" from the Indian pimp guy in Bachelor Party, always makes me laugh.
from Death Sentence from the Director James Wan who made Dead Silence, SawII, III, IV and soon to come SawV:
Bones Darly: Well, what are we fucking up tonight son?
Billy Darly: What the fuck do you want now?
Bones Darly: Well it looks like you're in a fucking hurry. Do you know how much I gotta wipe your fucking nose? I gotta get some fortune 500 faggot off my back by telling him that he can fucking have you. Do you think I enjoy that? What you don't get is that I care about what happens to you, because it can fucking hurt me. Now do you need any more fucking instructions?
Billy Darly: No thanks, dad. I'm taking the car.
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Billy Darly: Will somebody fucking tell me what the fuck is going on?
Bodie: You hear? Joe, dude. Somebody stuck him. He's dead.
Billy Darly: What? You're lying.
Bodie: He's gone.
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Billy Darly: So that's what we're going to do? Why don't you show a little fucking respect at least.
Billy Darly: That is why you guys are nothing. That is why you're a bunch of fucking punks, because you would rather drink up and toke yourselves fucking witless. Witless and scared shitless!
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Bodie: Joe just wasn't made for this shit, that's all. He wasn't like us.
Billy Darly: No, wasn't like you, you mean. He was not like you. He was better than you!
Bodie: We as good as brothers since we was kids, and you fucking go this way. What, I'm not as good as you know? Joe was like blood to me, dawg. As good as fucking blood. You too.
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Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Where are you, you bastard?
Billy Darly: You want to send me a reward for finding that wallet of yours?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: You tell me where the fuck you are, right now!
Billy Darly: No, I'll tell you where the fuck you are. You're in my end of the fucking sewer, buddy. I say who lives. I say who dies. Now you better get that through your fucking skull, because there's no more warnings. I'm coming for some fucking family time.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: No. You listen to me. You go near my family, and I will cut out your goddamn guts like I did your fucking friend. Do you hear me?
Billy Darly: He wasn't my friend. He was my brother. And now I'm coming for the rest of your family. You just bought them a death sentence, motherfucker.
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Bodie: Nice office, motherfucker.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: What the hell do you want?
Bodie: That's the gift of freedom, baby.
Armed Guard: Sir, should we escort the person out? Sir?
Bodie: Free from wondering how you gonna die now. You're free from wondering if you're gonna die alone, you hear?
Armed Guard: Get him out of here.
Bodie: 'Cause you'll get joy and grace all over... when you finally meet your maker.
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Owen: How are you guys faring? Getting through?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Yeah, we're okay. We find compensations. That's what we do, right? We compensate for our losses. Move on.
Owen: If anything like that ever happened to me I just, I don't know. I think I'd snap.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Well, you don't really know what you'd do until it happens. Surprise yourself.
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Detective Wallis: The guy we thought killed your son; somebody killed him.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Oh. What was that, some kind of gang thing?
Detective Wallis: We think so. Thought you'd like to know. If he was the guy, I mean.
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Bones Darly: Help you?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: I need guns.
Bones Darly: I don't know you.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: I came from the Four Roses.
Bones Darly: I'm gonna guess. You're a little far from home.
[Nick shows Bones a backpack full of money]
Bones Darly: Well, don't let me smell fear on you. Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets. Lots of fucking bullets.
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Heco: Billy! That fucker didn't die Billy! That fucker didn't die!
Billy Darly: What the fuck are you talking about?
Heco: He said you're sentenced.
Billy Darly: So what?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: So this, motherfucker.
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Detective Wallis: This thing stops right now. God knows why you're still alive. But you're being given a second chance. You think that officer's out there protecting you? He's protecting you from yourself. He'll haul your ass right to jail if I say so. You want your retribution and you kill a couple of punks, and it brought you what? Huh? Everybody think's they're right in a war. Everybody still dies in the end. You are never going to win this, Mr. Hume. Nobody is.
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Nicholas "Nick" Hume: It was never gonna balance.
Detective Wallis: What did you say?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: The equation. Sometimes it's... just chaos. That's all there is.
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Owen: What's that "order in the universe" thing?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Well, our insurer spent 300,000 bucks on this new model - new field data, new society. Who is the ideal employee? Who dies how and when? And they sent it over to show what a great job they're doing. And you know what it says? It says that people with kids live longer than people with no kids. People with two live longer than people with one. Smoking is bad. Speeding is bad. Deaths in the family are bad. Divorce is bad. It's just kind of nice to see that all that junk is still true.
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Michael Barring: Today's easy. I need you to sit there, put the fear of god in this guy. If the judge asks you, you tell him what you told us and identify Darley in court. Okay? The minute I get your statement, and with you sitting right there, the public defender's going to wet his pants and fold. I'll make a deal in five minutes, get this guy in jail today. Easy peasy.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Deal? Wait, wait. Hang on - what do you mean? What deal? I want this guy to go away for the rest of his life.
Michael Barring: No. I can get you three to five guaranteed. That's a very decent result. I'm talking guaranteed time. Not maybe, not the jury didn't feel up to it. That's worth more than chasing some make-believe ten to life, and the guy walks free. You want that?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: He killed my son.
Michael Barring: Mr. Hume, I've got one eyewitness - you. That's nice, but do you know how many cases with one witness I don't even bother to try for a deal on? The machete magically disappeared. The only blood we could find on that weasel was his own from when the car clipped him. And you picked the only gas station in America without a working surveillance camera. We've just got your word. That's not bad, if I can scare the guy into a deal.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: You're using my son's death like some kind of card trick.
Michael Barring: Look - I get a banger off the street. A year or so, somebody does my job for me. He doesn't get out of there alive - fine with me. He finds Jesus - fine with me. But we get religion and go to trial - as much as I'd love to - and the defense starts working on "when was your last eye exam?" and "what do you have against inner city youth?" And how unfair it is for them to grow up so violent. How they're forced into initiation killings or face execution themselves. Do you want a jury feeling sorry for this fucker? Huh?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Wait. You said initiation killing. I thought this was a robbery.
Detective Wallis: It only looked like one. It was an initiation. You kill someone at random to get made in a gang. It's the price of admission.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Are you saying that Brendan was killed so that some asshole could feel more like a man? So that he could be in some club?
Michael Barring: This is a take it or leave it thing, I'm sorry to say.
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Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Hey, Lukey. Can you hear me? Can you move your fingers? Son, just move your fingers if you can hear me?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Luke, I know that um, that you think that I didn't care about you as much as your brother. And god, I don't know. Maybe I didn't at first. You know, when your mom and I first had Brendan, he was just - he was so amazing to me, you know. He was like this miracle, and I always knew exactly what to expect with him. And then when you came along, I don't know, I kind of expected to have another Brendan, you know. I expected you to be just like him but, but you weren't. I mean, you were so different than anyone. Different than me. You're just so much more... so much more like your mom. You know, stubborn and... too much passion. Your mother - oh, she meant the world to me... and so do you. I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so much. I love your brother, and I love your mother. I love our family and I... and I'm so sorry that I wasn't a better father. I'm so sorry that I couldn't protect you guys.
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Nicholas "Nick" Hume: I'm looking for Billy Darley or any of his friends.
[Sammy speaks in Spanish, and so Nick throws down some money]
Sammy: [in Spanish] I said I don't speak English, you son of a bitch. Got it now, boss?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: [in Spanish] Maybe if I chop off that piece of shit you call a head... and sent it to your mother, she'd recognize you. But I doubt it, boss.
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Bones Darly: That's three fucking grand worth of killing. You got three grand worth of killing to do?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: There's five.
Bones Darly: Well, that makes you a preferred customer.
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Bones Darly: [cocking a pistol] You the motherfucker after my son Billy?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: [shocked] He's your son?
Bones Darly: That'd make you the motherfucker who killed Joe. That right? You killed my youngest? Now you're after Billy, yeah?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Yeah. I'm after him.
Bones Darly: Well, Billy's no damn doing of mine. Anything he did't no damn doing of mine. So, somebody needs to make somebody pay for something to make themselves feel better. Billy'd be the one to pay. Kill the little piss-pants. See if it makes a damn day's difference to me. Dad to dad, don't tell me about it. Just... go do it. Lord knows I've been patient, and you're a cash fucking customer. But you think about asking me where Billy is... I'll kill ya. Go your way now.
[Nick starts to leave]
Bones Darly: Go with God. Bag full of guns.
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Helen Hume: I can't believe I didn't see what was going on with you. How could you do what you did? You thought you could... balance the equation... put order in the universe.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: I lost our boy. Your boy.
Helen Hume: You are a good father, and nothing that's happened changes that. And I love you. And I always will.
From wanted:
Sloan: It is a choice, Wesley, that each of us must face: to remain ordinary, pathetic, beat-down, coasting through a miserable existence, like sheep herded by fate - or you can take control of your own destiny and join us, releasing the caged wolf you have inside. Our purpose is to maintain stability in an unstable world - kill one, save a thousand. Within the fabric of this world, every life hangs by a thread. We are that thread - a fraternity of assassins with the weapons of fate. This is the decision that lies before you now: the sheep, or the wolf. The choice is yours.
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Fox: Kill one, maybe save a thousand.
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Sloan: Welcome... to the Fraternity. This gun you're holding belonged to your father; he could conduct a symphony orchestra with it.
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Wesley: [upon being startled by Fox] I'm sorry.
Fox: You apologize too much.
Wesley: [awkwardly] Well, sorry about that.
Fox: I knew your father.
Wesley: My father left the week I was born, so...
Fox: Your father died yesterday on the rooftop of the Metropolitan Building. Sorry.
Wesley: [laughing in disbelief] Look, the liquor aisle is just over there, so if you want to go...
Fox: [interrupting] Your father was one of the greatest assassins who ever lived. The man who killed him is behind you.
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The Butcher: Do you spend a lot of time with knives?
Wesley: Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
[the Butcher hits Wesley with the handle of a knife]
The Butcher: That was a rhetorical question, puto. You interrupt me again, I use the business end. Here's what you need to know, puto. Knives are easy to hide. They don't jam, and they never run out of bullets. They come in handy when you want to do some close contact work.
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Mr. X: No one leaves the Fraternity, Cross.
Cross: I have a new perspective on the Fraternity.
Mr. X: Careful. You don't destroy something that's been around for a thousand years.
Cross: It's already destroyed. He broke the code. I have to stop this.
Mr. X: Really?
Cross: You know this.
Mr. X: So why don't you face me yourself?
[pause]
Mr. X: Never send sheep to kill a wolf.
Cross: They were just decoys. Goodbye Mr. X.
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Sloan: [handing Wesley a gun] Shoot the wings off the flies.
Wesley: [nervous] I don't...I don't know what that means.
Sloan: [slowly] Shoot the wings off the flies.
Wesley: I really think you have me mixed up with somebody else.
Gunsmith: [holding a gun to the back of Wesley's head] On three, either you shoot or I do.
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The Repairman: I'm the Repairman.
Wesley: What do you repair?
The Repairman: A lifetime of bad habits.
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Fox: I want you to curve the bullet.
Wesley: How am I supposed to do that?
Sloan: [walking in] It's not a question of how. It's a question of what. If no one told you that bullets flew straight, and I gave you a gun and told you to hit the target, what would you do? Let your instincts guide you.
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Wesley: [narrating] Six weeks ago I was ordinary and pathetic, just like you. Who am I now? Account manager? Assassin? Just another tool who was mind-fucked into killing his father. I am all of these. I am none of these. Who am I now? This is not me fulfilling my destiny. This is not me following in my father's footsteps. This is definitely not me saving the world.
Sloan: Still trying to figure out who you are?
Wesley: [narrating] This is not me... this is just a motherfucking decoy.
Sloan: [guy in cubicle turns and looks down; Sloan, realizing his error, looks down to an X made of post-it notes on the floor] Oh, fuck.
Wesley: [narrating] This *is* me taking control; from Sloan, from the fraternity, from Janice, billing reports, ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack of shit best friends. This is me taking back control of my life.
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Wesley: [after killing first target] What did he do to deserve to die? You don't know. I didn't know if he was bad. I didn't know if he was evil. I didn't know anything about him. We get orders from a loom; fate. And we're supposed to take enough faith in what we're doing is right. Killing someone we know nothing about. I don't know if I can do that.
Fox: About twenty years ago, there was this girl. Her dad was a federal judge, so she probably had it in her mind that she would follow in his footsteps. So she's home one Christmas, and her dad's on this big racketeering case. The defendant wanted to get a softer judge who they could buy off. So they hired this guy, Max Petridge, to get him to pay her father a visit. And the way he pays people a visit is to break in, and tie up their loved ones, and force them to watch while he burns his targets alive. And then he takes a wire hanger, twists it around, and brands his initials into each one of them so they will never ever forget. After I was recruited into the Fraternity, I found out that Max Petridge's name had come up, weeks before the federal judge was killed, and that a Fraternity member had failed to pull the trigger. We don't know how far the ripples of our decisions go. We kill one, and maybe save a thousand. That's the code of the Fraternity. That's what we believe in, and that's why we do it.
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Pekwarsky: I promised your father I would bring you back here.
Wesley: [startled] What the fuck?
Pekwarsky: He said it was the only way you'd believe.
[Wesley sees numerous framed pictures of himself]
Pekwarsky: Your father was no more than a camera click away.
Wesley: [shocked] That's me. He was my father. I killed him.
Pekwarsky: To your father, protecting you was worth giving up his life.
Wesley: [yelling] Protect me? He was trying to fucking kill me!
Pekwarsky: No, he wasn't trying to kill you. He was trying to rescue you. When Cross left the Fraternity, Sloan hunted you down. Ever since Fox had her teeth in you, he'd been trying to separate you from them. Your father never wanted you in the Fraternity, Wesley. He wanted a different path for you, with things he could never have. A home. Peace. He hoped you would find your own way.
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Pekwarsky: Sloan began manufacturing targets on his own for profit years ago. Your father found out about it.
Wesley: And he was going to do something on his own, right?
Pekwarsky: But Sloan turned everyone against him.
Wesley: My father's name never even came up, did it?
Pekwarsky: No. Holding the code made him a target.
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Sloan: If I had not done what I did, you would all be dead. I saved your lives. Now look where we are. We are stronger than ever, changing the course of history as we see it. Choosing the targets we select. We can redistribute power where we see fit. The wolves rule, not the sheep. Now, if any of you feel the need to follow the code of the Fraternity to the letter, I invite you to take your gun, put it in your mouth, and pull the trigger. That is what Wesley demands. Otherwise, shoot *this* motherfucker and let us take our Fraternity of assassins to heights reserved only for the gods of men! You choose.
Bones Darly: Well, what are we fucking up tonight son?
Billy Darly: What the fuck do you want now?
Bones Darly: Well it looks like you're in a fucking hurry. Do you know how much I gotta wipe your fucking nose? I gotta get some fortune 500 faggot off my back by telling him that he can fucking have you. Do you think I enjoy that? What you don't get is that I care about what happens to you, because it can fucking hurt me. Now do you need any more fucking instructions?
Billy Darly: No thanks, dad. I'm taking the car.
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Billy Darly: Will somebody fucking tell me what the fuck is going on?
Bodie: You hear? Joe, dude. Somebody stuck him. He's dead.
Billy Darly: What? You're lying.
Bodie: He's gone.
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Billy Darly: So that's what we're going to do? Why don't you show a little fucking respect at least.
Billy Darly: That is why you guys are nothing. That is why you're a bunch of fucking punks, because you would rather drink up and toke yourselves fucking witless. Witless and scared shitless!
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Bodie: Joe just wasn't made for this shit, that's all. He wasn't like us.
Billy Darly: No, wasn't like you, you mean. He was not like you. He was better than you!
Bodie: We as good as brothers since we was kids, and you fucking go this way. What, I'm not as good as you know? Joe was like blood to me, dawg. As good as fucking blood. You too.
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Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Where are you, you bastard?
Billy Darly: You want to send me a reward for finding that wallet of yours?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: You tell me where the fuck you are, right now!
Billy Darly: No, I'll tell you where the fuck you are. You're in my end of the fucking sewer, buddy. I say who lives. I say who dies. Now you better get that through your fucking skull, because there's no more warnings. I'm coming for some fucking family time.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: No. You listen to me. You go near my family, and I will cut out your goddamn guts like I did your fucking friend. Do you hear me?
Billy Darly: He wasn't my friend. He was my brother. And now I'm coming for the rest of your family. You just bought them a death sentence, motherfucker.
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Bodie: Nice office, motherfucker.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: What the hell do you want?
Bodie: That's the gift of freedom, baby.
Armed Guard: Sir, should we escort the person out? Sir?
Bodie: Free from wondering how you gonna die now. You're free from wondering if you're gonna die alone, you hear?
Armed Guard: Get him out of here.
Bodie: 'Cause you'll get joy and grace all over... when you finally meet your maker.
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Owen: How are you guys faring? Getting through?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Yeah, we're okay. We find compensations. That's what we do, right? We compensate for our losses. Move on.
Owen: If anything like that ever happened to me I just, I don't know. I think I'd snap.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Well, you don't really know what you'd do until it happens. Surprise yourself.
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Detective Wallis: The guy we thought killed your son; somebody killed him.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Oh. What was that, some kind of gang thing?
Detective Wallis: We think so. Thought you'd like to know. If he was the guy, I mean.
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Bones Darly: Help you?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: I need guns.
Bones Darly: I don't know you.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: I came from the Four Roses.
Bones Darly: I'm gonna guess. You're a little far from home.
[Nick shows Bones a backpack full of money]
Bones Darly: Well, don't let me smell fear on you. Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets. Lots of fucking bullets.
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Heco: Billy! That fucker didn't die Billy! That fucker didn't die!
Billy Darly: What the fuck are you talking about?
Heco: He said you're sentenced.
Billy Darly: So what?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: So this, motherfucker.
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Detective Wallis: This thing stops right now. God knows why you're still alive. But you're being given a second chance. You think that officer's out there protecting you? He's protecting you from yourself. He'll haul your ass right to jail if I say so. You want your retribution and you kill a couple of punks, and it brought you what? Huh? Everybody think's they're right in a war. Everybody still dies in the end. You are never going to win this, Mr. Hume. Nobody is.
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Nicholas "Nick" Hume: It was never gonna balance.
Detective Wallis: What did you say?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: The equation. Sometimes it's... just chaos. That's all there is.
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Owen: What's that "order in the universe" thing?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Well, our insurer spent 300,000 bucks on this new model - new field data, new society. Who is the ideal employee? Who dies how and when? And they sent it over to show what a great job they're doing. And you know what it says? It says that people with kids live longer than people with no kids. People with two live longer than people with one. Smoking is bad. Speeding is bad. Deaths in the family are bad. Divorce is bad. It's just kind of nice to see that all that junk is still true.
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Michael Barring: Today's easy. I need you to sit there, put the fear of god in this guy. If the judge asks you, you tell him what you told us and identify Darley in court. Okay? The minute I get your statement, and with you sitting right there, the public defender's going to wet his pants and fold. I'll make a deal in five minutes, get this guy in jail today. Easy peasy.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Deal? Wait, wait. Hang on - what do you mean? What deal? I want this guy to go away for the rest of his life.
Michael Barring: No. I can get you three to five guaranteed. That's a very decent result. I'm talking guaranteed time. Not maybe, not the jury didn't feel up to it. That's worth more than chasing some make-believe ten to life, and the guy walks free. You want that?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: He killed my son.
Michael Barring: Mr. Hume, I've got one eyewitness - you. That's nice, but do you know how many cases with one witness I don't even bother to try for a deal on? The machete magically disappeared. The only blood we could find on that weasel was his own from when the car clipped him. And you picked the only gas station in America without a working surveillance camera. We've just got your word. That's not bad, if I can scare the guy into a deal.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: You're using my son's death like some kind of card trick.
Michael Barring: Look - I get a banger off the street. A year or so, somebody does my job for me. He doesn't get out of there alive - fine with me. He finds Jesus - fine with me. But we get religion and go to trial - as much as I'd love to - and the defense starts working on "when was your last eye exam?" and "what do you have against inner city youth?" And how unfair it is for them to grow up so violent. How they're forced into initiation killings or face execution themselves. Do you want a jury feeling sorry for this fucker? Huh?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Wait. You said initiation killing. I thought this was a robbery.
Detective Wallis: It only looked like one. It was an initiation. You kill someone at random to get made in a gang. It's the price of admission.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Are you saying that Brendan was killed so that some asshole could feel more like a man? So that he could be in some club?
Michael Barring: This is a take it or leave it thing, I'm sorry to say.
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Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Hey, Lukey. Can you hear me? Can you move your fingers? Son, just move your fingers if you can hear me?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Luke, I know that um, that you think that I didn't care about you as much as your brother. And god, I don't know. Maybe I didn't at first. You know, when your mom and I first had Brendan, he was just - he was so amazing to me, you know. He was like this miracle, and I always knew exactly what to expect with him. And then when you came along, I don't know, I kind of expected to have another Brendan, you know. I expected you to be just like him but, but you weren't. I mean, you were so different than anyone. Different than me. You're just so much more... so much more like your mom. You know, stubborn and... too much passion. Your mother - oh, she meant the world to me... and so do you. I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so much. I love your brother, and I love your mother. I love our family and I... and I'm so sorry that I wasn't a better father. I'm so sorry that I couldn't protect you guys.
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Nicholas "Nick" Hume: I'm looking for Billy Darley or any of his friends.
[Sammy speaks in Spanish, and so Nick throws down some money]
Sammy: [in Spanish] I said I don't speak English, you son of a bitch. Got it now, boss?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: [in Spanish] Maybe if I chop off that piece of shit you call a head... and sent it to your mother, she'd recognize you. But I doubt it, boss.
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Bones Darly: That's three fucking grand worth of killing. You got three grand worth of killing to do?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: There's five.
Bones Darly: Well, that makes you a preferred customer.
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Bones Darly: [cocking a pistol] You the motherfucker after my son Billy?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: [shocked] He's your son?
Bones Darly: That'd make you the motherfucker who killed Joe. That right? You killed my youngest? Now you're after Billy, yeah?
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: Yeah. I'm after him.
Bones Darly: Well, Billy's no damn doing of mine. Anything he did't no damn doing of mine. So, somebody needs to make somebody pay for something to make themselves feel better. Billy'd be the one to pay. Kill the little piss-pants. See if it makes a damn day's difference to me. Dad to dad, don't tell me about it. Just... go do it. Lord knows I've been patient, and you're a cash fucking customer. But you think about asking me where Billy is... I'll kill ya. Go your way now.
[Nick starts to leave]
Bones Darly: Go with God. Bag full of guns.
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Helen Hume: I can't believe I didn't see what was going on with you. How could you do what you did? You thought you could... balance the equation... put order in the universe.
Nicholas "Nick" Hume: I lost our boy. Your boy.
Helen Hume: You are a good father, and nothing that's happened changes that. And I love you. And I always will.
From wanted:
Sloan: It is a choice, Wesley, that each of us must face: to remain ordinary, pathetic, beat-down, coasting through a miserable existence, like sheep herded by fate - or you can take control of your own destiny and join us, releasing the caged wolf you have inside. Our purpose is to maintain stability in an unstable world - kill one, save a thousand. Within the fabric of this world, every life hangs by a thread. We are that thread - a fraternity of assassins with the weapons of fate. This is the decision that lies before you now: the sheep, or the wolf. The choice is yours.
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Fox: Kill one, maybe save a thousand.
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Sloan: Welcome... to the Fraternity. This gun you're holding belonged to your father; he could conduct a symphony orchestra with it.
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Wesley: [upon being startled by Fox] I'm sorry.
Fox: You apologize too much.
Wesley: [awkwardly] Well, sorry about that.
Fox: I knew your father.
Wesley: My father left the week I was born, so...
Fox: Your father died yesterday on the rooftop of the Metropolitan Building. Sorry.
Wesley: [laughing in disbelief] Look, the liquor aisle is just over there, so if you want to go...
Fox: [interrupting] Your father was one of the greatest assassins who ever lived. The man who killed him is behind you.
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The Butcher: Do you spend a lot of time with knives?
Wesley: Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
[the Butcher hits Wesley with the handle of a knife]
The Butcher: That was a rhetorical question, puto. You interrupt me again, I use the business end. Here's what you need to know, puto. Knives are easy to hide. They don't jam, and they never run out of bullets. They come in handy when you want to do some close contact work.
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Mr. X: No one leaves the Fraternity, Cross.
Cross: I have a new perspective on the Fraternity.
Mr. X: Careful. You don't destroy something that's been around for a thousand years.
Cross: It's already destroyed. He broke the code. I have to stop this.
Mr. X: Really?
Cross: You know this.
Mr. X: So why don't you face me yourself?
[pause]
Mr. X: Never send sheep to kill a wolf.
Cross: They were just decoys. Goodbye Mr. X.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------Wesley: [voice-over] You know there are people, beautiful people, you just wish they could see you in a different setting, a different place. Instead of where you are, what you've become. But most of all, you wish you weren't such a pussy, for wishing for things that'll never change.
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Sloan: [handing Wesley a gun] Shoot the wings off the flies.
Wesley: [nervous] I don't...I don't know what that means.
Sloan: [slowly] Shoot the wings off the flies.
Wesley: I really think you have me mixed up with somebody else.
Gunsmith: [holding a gun to the back of Wesley's head] On three, either you shoot or I do.
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The Repairman: I'm the Repairman.
Wesley: What do you repair?
The Repairman: A lifetime of bad habits.
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Fox: I want you to curve the bullet.
Wesley: How am I supposed to do that?
Sloan: [walking in] It's not a question of how. It's a question of what. If no one told you that bullets flew straight, and I gave you a gun and told you to hit the target, what would you do? Let your instincts guide you.
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Wesley: [narrating] Six weeks ago I was ordinary and pathetic, just like you. Who am I now? Account manager? Assassin? Just another tool who was mind-fucked into killing his father. I am all of these. I am none of these. Who am I now? This is not me fulfilling my destiny. This is not me following in my father's footsteps. This is definitely not me saving the world.
Sloan: Still trying to figure out who you are?
Wesley: [narrating] This is not me... this is just a motherfucking decoy.
Sloan: [guy in cubicle turns and looks down; Sloan, realizing his error, looks down to an X made of post-it notes on the floor] Oh, fuck.
Wesley: [narrating] This *is* me taking control; from Sloan, from the fraternity, from Janice, billing reports, ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack of shit best friends. This is me taking back control of my life.
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Wesley: [after killing first target] What did he do to deserve to die? You don't know. I didn't know if he was bad. I didn't know if he was evil. I didn't know anything about him. We get orders from a loom; fate. And we're supposed to take enough faith in what we're doing is right. Killing someone we know nothing about. I don't know if I can do that.
Fox: About twenty years ago, there was this girl. Her dad was a federal judge, so she probably had it in her mind that she would follow in his footsteps. So she's home one Christmas, and her dad's on this big racketeering case. The defendant wanted to get a softer judge who they could buy off. So they hired this guy, Max Petridge, to get him to pay her father a visit. And the way he pays people a visit is to break in, and tie up their loved ones, and force them to watch while he burns his targets alive. And then he takes a wire hanger, twists it around, and brands his initials into each one of them so they will never ever forget. After I was recruited into the Fraternity, I found out that Max Petridge's name had come up, weeks before the federal judge was killed, and that a Fraternity member had failed to pull the trigger. We don't know how far the ripples of our decisions go. We kill one, and maybe save a thousand. That's the code of the Fraternity. That's what we believe in, and that's why we do it.
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Pekwarsky: I promised your father I would bring you back here.
Wesley: [startled] What the fuck?
Pekwarsky: He said it was the only way you'd believe.
[Wesley sees numerous framed pictures of himself]
Pekwarsky: Your father was no more than a camera click away.
Wesley: [shocked] That's me. He was my father. I killed him.
Pekwarsky: To your father, protecting you was worth giving up his life.
Wesley: [yelling] Protect me? He was trying to fucking kill me!
Pekwarsky: No, he wasn't trying to kill you. He was trying to rescue you. When Cross left the Fraternity, Sloan hunted you down. Ever since Fox had her teeth in you, he'd been trying to separate you from them. Your father never wanted you in the Fraternity, Wesley. He wanted a different path for you, with things he could never have. A home. Peace. He hoped you would find your own way.
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Pekwarsky: Sloan began manufacturing targets on his own for profit years ago. Your father found out about it.
Wesley: And he was going to do something on his own, right?
Pekwarsky: But Sloan turned everyone against him.
Wesley: My father's name never even came up, did it?
Pekwarsky: No. Holding the code made him a target.
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Sloan: If I had not done what I did, you would all be dead. I saved your lives. Now look where we are. We are stronger than ever, changing the course of history as we see it. Choosing the targets we select. We can redistribute power where we see fit. The wolves rule, not the sheep. Now, if any of you feel the need to follow the code of the Fraternity to the letter, I invite you to take your gun, put it in your mouth, and pull the trigger. That is what Wesley demands. Otherwise, shoot *this* motherfucker and let us take our Fraternity of assassins to heights reserved only for the gods of men! You choose.
Uncle Monty from Withnail & I - "I shall never play the Dane".
breaststroker
Banned
"What we've got here is failure to communicate"
Violator79
Take a Hit, Spunker!
"I have something to give you. I don't want it anymore. Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you."
- Eric Draven, The Crow
"Our friend T-bird won't be joining us this evening on account of a slight case of death."
- Top Dollar, The Crow
- Eric Draven, The Crow
"Our friend T-bird won't be joining us this evening on account of a slight case of death."
- Top Dollar, The Crow
Violator79
Take a Hit, Spunker!
Oh hell yeah it is! I saw it right after it was made back in '94 and it's been a favorite ever since. Brandon Lee made that film great and he would be a big star today if not for the accident that killed him.
I've been waiting for you, Obi-Wan. We meet again, at last. The circle is now complete. When I left you, I was but the learner; now *I* am the master. - Darth Vader, from Star Wars - A New Hope
Hitchhiker: '7's the key number here. Think about it. 7-Elevens. 7 doors. 7, man, that's the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby. Step into my office.'
-There's Something About Mary
-There's Something About Mary
Star Trek III
Bones: What's that?
Kirk: Lexerin
Bones: Lexerin, what for?
Kirk: You're suffering from a vulcan mind meld doctor.
Bones: That green blooded sonofabitch, it's his revenge for all those arguments he lost.
Bones: What's that?
Kirk: Lexerin
Bones: Lexerin, what for?
Kirk: You're suffering from a vulcan mind meld doctor.
Bones: That green blooded sonofabitch, it's his revenge for all those arguments he lost.
From the Simpson's movie... This cracked me up!
Bart: This is the worst day of my life.
Homer: The worst day of your life so FAR...
Bart: This is the worst day of my life.
Homer: The worst day of your life so FAR...
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