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Adventure, excitement: a jedi craves not these things.
It's too bad she won't live, but then again, who does?
When one man, for whatever reason, has an opportunity to lead an extraordinary life, he has no right to keep it to himself.
We Americans, we're a simple people...but piss us off, and we'll bomb your cities
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.... choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on the couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
There's a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation, Ezekiel 25,17:
Which did you like better? Return of the Jedi or The Empire Strikes Back?
I have seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack-ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched seabeams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain. Time to die.
I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid. You're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world without you, a world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries, a world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.
Weasling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals...except the weasel.
An angel does not make love, an angel is love.
Now let me correct you on a couple of things okay? Aristotle was not Belgian. The central message of Buddhism is not every man for himself. And the London Underground is not a political movement. Those were all mistakes Otto. I looked them up!
Bacon, super crispy!
We gotta get this car off the road. Cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fuckin' blood.
Ah, you seek meaning? Then listen to the music, not the song!
In the heat of investigative pursuit, the shortest distance between two points is not necesserily a straight line.
Cookie stand's not part of the food court.
I did have a test today, it's on European Socialism. I mean what's the point? I'm not European, I don't plan on being European, so who gives a crap if they're socialist? They could be fascist anarchists, that still wouldn't change the fact that I don't own a car...
Mister Powers. My job is to acclimatise you to the nineties. You know, a lot's changed since 1967.
Were you alone?
You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me?
Do you expect me to talk?
I'll be back.
You are not your job. You are not how much you have in the bank. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. What happens first is you can't sleep. What happens then is there's a gun in your mouth. And what happens next is you meet Tyler Durden. Let me tell you about Tyler. He had a plan. In Tyler we trusted. Tyler says the things you own, end up owning you. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Fight Club represents that kind of freedom. First rule of Fight Club: You do not talk about Fight Club. Second rule of Fight Club: You do not talk about Fight Club. Tyler says self-destruction might be the answer.
Nothing beats the taste sensation when maple syrup colides with ham.
You know there's a million of fine looking women in the world, dude. But they don't all bring you lasagna at work, most of them just cheat on you.
Felicity Shagwell. Shagwell by name, shag-very-well by reputation.
Understanding is a three-edged sword.
... not that I condone fascism, or any ism for that matter. Isms in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon: 'I don't believe in the Beatles, I believe in me.' A good point there. Of course he was the walrus. I could be the walrus, I'd still have to bum rides off of people.
I put the Grrr in swinger, baby, yeah!
I know what you're thinking: Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks!
Still hungry? Ready for something that screams?
Yeah, but Mr. Brown? That's a little too close to Mr. Shit.
My name is Winston Wolf. I solve problems.
Everybody be cool. You, be cool.
It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.
Who's more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him?
What we are dealing with here is a perfect engine, an eating machine. It's really a miracle of evolution. All this machine does is swim and eat and make little sharks and that's all.
I'm Jack's smirking revenge!
Why don't you just kill him?
This shit's between me and you and the soon-to-be-livin'-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain Mr. Rapist here.
I need you to be cool, are you cool?
We all get a little mad sometimes, haven't you?
If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fuckin' car.
All that makes no sense, like Fermat's Theorem: It's a puzzle we may never solve.
Austin Powers, be the snake to my mungoos, or the mungoo to my snakes, anyway, this time it's personal: kill him.
Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
The first kiss is the only one that is real, the rest is protocol.
I absolutly believe in god, and I absolutly hate the fucker!
Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the fuckin' foot master.
Concurrently, the military banned long hair on males, mini-skirts, Sophocles, Tolstoy, Euripedes, smashing glasses after drinking toasts, labor strikes, Aristophanes, Ionesco, Sartre, Albee, Pinter, freedom of the press, sociology, Beckett, Dostoyevsky, modern music, popular music, the new mathematics, and the letter Z, which in ancient Greek means 'He is alive!'
For god's sake, Mrs. Robinson, here we are, you got me into your house, you give me a drink, you put music on, now you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me your husband won't be home for hours...Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me, aren't you?
Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise.
Do you find me undesireable?
Marla was like that cut on the roof of your mouth that would go away if you'd stop tonguing it, but you can't.
I want more life, father.
Politicians, ugly buildings and whores, all get respectable if they last long enough.
What would you call that hairstyle you're wearing?
I'm the magic man, the santa claus of the subconscious.
That's no moon, it's a spacestation!
Will someone get this big walking carpet out of my way?
As long as there's sex and drugs I can do without Rock'n'Roll.
Normally both of your asses would be dead as fuckin' fried chicken. But you happened to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period.
One Swedish made penis enlarger pump!
Hasta la vista baby!
If it bleeds, we can kill it.
Arrggh! Shit! I've been shot!
Objection, Your Honor: strangling the witness!
I know Kung Fu.
Whose motorcycle is this?
There goes a thousand dollars [losing a shoe when climbing a fire-escape ladder].
At my signal, unleash hell!
He told them to look not at the facts, but at the meaning of the facts. Then he said the facts had no meaning.
Doctor Evil! I didn't spend six years in Evil Medical School to be called Mister, thank you very much.
You know, I have one simple request. And that is to have sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads! Now, evidently, my cycloptic colleague informs me that that can't be done. Can you remind me what I pay you people for? Honestly, throw me a bone here!
Sausages taste good. Pork chops taste good.
I haven't been fucked like that since grade school.
Where are you going?
Are we like couples you see in restaurants? Are we the dining dead?
It's not about what. It could be that God stopped the bullets, he changed Coke into Pepsi, he found my fuckin' car keys. You don't judge shit like this based on merit. Whether or not what we experienced was an according-to-Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.
Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.
Losers always wine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen!
My wife has me between a rock and a hard place.
I'm a 5th level vegan. I don't eat anything which casts a shadow.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
He was into that whole Yale thing.
It turned out, that the sweet-talking, tatto-sporting pikey was a gipsy bare-knuckle boxing champion, which makes him harder than a coffin nail.
As astonishing advances in computer science are made, artificial intelligence programs are being designed to assist us in every area of life. In a world-wide network of electronics, they travel through miles of circuitry at the speed of light. We created them to calculate and research, to help us design and heal and think. With all that they can do, are they only electrical impulses...or are they a new form of life?
I am Locutus of Borg, resistance is futile. Your life as it has been is over. From this time forward, you will service us!
We have to walk like robots, talk like robots and, if necessary, solve complex differential equations like robots.
Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
How can you like Art Garfunkel and Marvin Gaye? That's like saying you support the Israelis and the Palestinians.
It looks as if you're reorganizing your records.
Barry, why'd you tell her about the store, man?
Inspector Clay is dead! Murdered! And someone's responsible!
They got this guy, in Germany. Fritz Something-or-other. Or is it? Maybe it's Werner. Anyway, he's got this theory, you wanna test something, you know, scientifically - how the planets go round the sun, what sunspots are made of, why the water comes out of the tap - well, you gotta look at it. But sometimes you look at it, your looking changes it. Ya can't know the reality of what happened, or what would've happened if you hadn't-a stuck in your own goddamn schnozz. So there is no 'what happened'? Not in any sense that we can grasp, with our puny minds. Because our minds... our minds get in the way. Looking at something changes it. They call it the 'Uncertainty Principle'. Sure, it sounds screwy, but even Einstein says the guy's on to something.
The pope is a wonderful woman!
I'm telling you this because I don't want to have any secrets from you. I don't want there to be any lies between us. It's the secrets people keep that destroy any chance they have of happiness and I don't want us to be like that.
The more you look, the less you really know.
This is a snake skin jacket. It's a symbol of my individuality and belief in personal freedom.
I hurt. Do me a favor. Disconnect me. I could be reworked, but I'll never be top of the line again. I'd rather be nothing.
You want tact, you go to a tactician. You want an ass nailed, you come see Gus Petch.
That girl deserves her revenge, and we deserve to die... but then again, so does she.
Who, who are you?
Sand is overrated. It's just tiny, little rocks.
I don't mean to shit on anyone's riff, here, but let me just see if I grasp this concept, ok? You're suggesting that we take some fucking parking shuttles, and reinforce them with some aluminum siding, and then just head on over to the gun store and watch our good friend Andy play some cowboy movie jump-on-the-covered-wagon bullshit, then we're gonna drive across a ruined city, through a welcome committee of a few hundred thousand dead cannibals, all so that we can sail off into the sunset on this fucking asshole's boat? And head for some island that for all we know doesn't even exhist?
In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had murder, bloodshed, and warfare, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long Holly.
In Italy under the Borgias they had 30 years of murder, bloodshed, and warfare and they produced indigestible noodles, boring operas, and the Fiat. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The Swiss bank account, the best cheese in the world, and Heidi.
What is this?
Our rendezvous point will be at 1600 hours. And our password will be: `Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch'.
Me fail English? That's unpossible.
I don't want them to do anything but drop over!
You want to put some kind of explanation on all this? Here's one as good as any other. We're bein' punished by the Creator. He visited a curse on us. Maybe He didn't want to see us blow ourselves up, put a big hole in the sky. Maybe He just wanted to show us He's still the Boss Man. Maybe He figure, we gettin' too big for our britches, tryin' to figure His shit out.
Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
Problem? I haven't got a problem. I've got fucking problems. Plural.
How's the wound?
What you got in there?
Are you okay?
I will do what I must.
Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room.
Execute Order 66!
Don't mention the war! I mentioned it once, but I think I got away with it alright. So it's all forgotten now and let's hear no more about it. So that's two eggs mayonnaise, a prawn Goebbels, a Herman Goering and four Colditz salads....no, wait a minute...I got confused because everyone keeps mentioning the war.
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
Tell me, my fancy-fuzzy freak: What do you think of, when you make love to Barbarella?
When you first entered the restaurant, I thought you were handsome... and then, of course, you spoke.
I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse.
You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.
Here's looking at you, kid.
Bond. James Bond.
You know what happens when women get together on something? All kinds of shit you can't explain happens. But good shit. Mysterious, but good. Usually very good. Things get solved.
I think someone should just take this city and just... just flush it down the fuckin' toilet.
Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.
[alone facing an enemy army] What do we do?
Barbarella! I have no armies, or police...and I can't spare the Presidential Band. Besides, you're a five-star, double-rated astronomicatrix. Your mission, then. Find Durand Durand, and use all of your incomparable talents to preserve the security of the stars.
We don't sell Tic Tacs, we sell cigarettes. And they're cool, available, and addictive. The job is almost done for us.
Never, never, interrupt me, okay? Not if there's a fire, not even if you hear the sound of a thud from my home and one week later there's a smell coming from there that can only be a decaying human body and you have to hold a hanky to your face because the stench is so thick that you think you're going to faint. Even then, don't come knocking. Or, if it's election night, and you're excited and you wanna celebrate because some fudgepacker that you date has been elected the first queer president of the United States and he's going to have you down to Camp David, and you want someone to share the moment with. Even then, don't knock. Not on this door. Not for any reason. Do you get me, sweetheart?
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Goddess Diana, fail you I will.
Go to hell!
[talking to a TV camera] I want to say hello to my parents and my Kung Fu master, but they're all dead.
Dude... When did you get all Haight-Ashbury on me? I mean - you used to listen to Nitzer-Ebb!
My dear Lady Camden, a beautiful woman like you is Paradise for the eyes - but Hell for the soul!
All right look, there's only one 'Return', okay, and it ain't 'of the King', it's 'of the Jedi'.
[on the phone to Premier Kissoff] Hello?... Ah... I can't hear too well. Do you suppose you could turn the music down just a little?... Oh-ho, that's much better... yeah... huh... yes... Fine, I can hear you now, Dmitri... Clear and plain and coming through fine... I'm coming through fine, too, eh?... Good, then... well, then, as you say, we're both coming through fine... Good... Well, it's good that you're fine and... and I'm fine... I agree with you, it's great to be fine... a-ha-ha-ha-ha... Now then, Dmitri, you know how we've always talked about the possibility of something going wrong with the Bomb... The *Bomb*, Dmitri... The *hydrogen* bomb!... Well now, what happened is... ah... one of our base commanders, he had a sort of... well, he went a little funny in the head... you know... just a little... funny. And, ah... he went and did a silly thing... Well, I'll tell you what he did. He ordered his planes... to attack your country... Ah... Well, let me finish, Dmitri... Let me finish, Dmitri... Well listen, how do you think I feel about it?... Can you *imagine* how I feel about it, Dmitri?... Why do you think I'm calling you? Just to say hello?... *Of course* I like to speak to you!... *Of course* I like to say hello!... Not now, but anytime, Dmitri. I'm just calling up to tell you something terrible has happened... It's a *friendly* call. Of course it's a friendly call... Listen, if it wasn't friendly... you probably wouldn't have even got it... They will *not* reach their targets for at least another hour... I am... I am positive, Dmitri... Listen, I've been all over this with your ambassador. It is not a trick... Well, I'll tell you. We'd like to give your air staff a complete run-down on the targets, the flight plans, and the defensive systems of the planes... Yes! I mean i-i-i-if we're unable to recall the planes, then... I'd say that, ah... well, ah... we're just gonna have to help you destroy them, Dmitri... I know they're our boys... All right, well listen now. Who should we call?... *Who* should we call, Dmitri? The... wha-whe, the People... you, sorry, you faded away there... The People's Central Air Defense Headquarters... Where is that, Dmitri?... In Omsk... Right... Yes... Oh, you'll call them first, will you?... Uh-huh... Listen, do you happen to have the phone number on you, Dmitri?... Whe-ah, what? I see, just ask for Omsk information... Ah-ah-eh-uhm-hm... I'm sorry, too, Dmitri... I'm very sorry... *All right*, you're sorrier than I am, but I am as sorry as well... I am as sorry as you are, Dmitri! Don't say that you're more sorry than I am, because I'm capable of being just as sorry as you are... So we're both sorry, all right?... All right.
Don't be afraid.
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole multi colored collection of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
After watching the footage of the Kent State shootings, Bobby Jay, then seventeen, signed up for the National Guard so that he, too, could shoot college students.
This is ridiculous.
They fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, and just when you think it's over, that's when the real fucking begins!
You know, Fred, if you keep your sense of humor like you do, you just might make it.
Jesus said nothing to condemn capital punishment as he hung on the cross, did he?
You're in the bestiality business.
What's the secret, Max?
Wax on, right hand. Wax off, left hand. Wax on, wax off. Breathe in through nose, out the mouth. Wax on, wax off.
I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it.
Take the best orgasm you've ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it.
E.T. phone home.
This is Sparta!
Houston, we have a problem.
Let's go out dancing! You put on your black dress, and I'll go shave my tongue.
I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?
Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads!
Luke, I am your father!
I usually get kissed before I get fucked.
If you can't say something nice...don't say nothing at all.
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.
Soylent Green is people!
There was a world, once, you punk.
If you try to run, I've got six little friends and they can all run faster than you can.
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
Go ahead, make my day.
Oh, no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was beauty killed the beast.
Carpe diem! Seize the day, boys! Make your lives extraordinary!
When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
What you choose to call hell, he calls home.
It isn't that I'm sorry I killed them, it's that I'm sorry I killed them badly.
With no power comes no responsibility.
There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend: Those with a rope around the neck, and the people who have the job of doing the cutting.
There are two kinds of spurs, my friend. Those that come in by the door: Those that come in by the window.
You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.
So, how you doing over there, Theo Huxtable.
You're like the Michael Jordan of being a son of a bitch.
Gehen's heraus, oder ich vergess' meinen Wiener Charme.
Was macht dir wirklich Spaß? Welche Betätigung vermittelt dir ein Vergnügen, das du bei anderen Betätigungen nicht verspürst? Was findest du befriedigend? Was gibt dir eine besondere Befriedigung?
Wenn man die Hand fest schließt besitzt man überhaupt nichts, wenn man sie weit öffnet, dann besitzt man alles.
Dein Leiden wird selbst in der Hölle legendär werden.
Also ist das, was wir Liebe nennen, das Bewusstsein zweier Neurosen, daß sie perfekt zusammen passen.
Wenn man lange genug am Fluss sitzt, sieht man irgendwann die Leiche seines Feindes vorbeischwimmen.
Die Kette an der Handschelle ist aus Edelstahl. Du brauchst etwa 10 Minuten um sie durchzusägen, ... aber wenn du Glück hast, dann schaffst du es in 5 Minuten deine Knöchel durchzusägen.
Sie wissen nicht was Sie wollen, wenn Sie es wüssten, würden Sie es auch bekommen. Das ist wie beim Angeln, du fängst nur den Fisch, den du auch im Kopf hast.
Dies ist nicht der richtige Zeitpunkt um gerettet zu werden.
Wird ein Samuraij plötzlich enthauptet, sollte er noch fähig sein eine Handlung mit Bestimmtheit auszuführen.
Der Mensch wird weinend geboren und hat er keine Tränen mehr, dann stirbt er.
Was mich betrifft, ist das Internet nur eine weitere Möglichkeit von einem Mädchen abgewiesen zu werden.
Ich hab' auch Clinton gewählt, alle guten Presidenten haben rumgebumst.
Kein Wasser, nein danke, Fische lieben sich darin.
Wahrheit ist wie eine Decke unter der man immer kalte Füße bekommt. Sie ist immer zu kurz, egal wie sehr man sie zieht. Egal was du auch tust, du kannst dich nie ganz mit ihr zudecken und vom Schrei bei der Geburt bis zu deinem Tod, bedeckt sie nur dein Angesicht.
Der Durango 95 schnurrte nur so los, richtig Horrorshow, und ein warmes Vibrato verbreitete sich in unserem Bauch. Und bald, meine Brüder gab's überhaupt nur noch Bäume und Dunkelheit, die im Schwarz der Landnacht zusammenflossen.
Haie sind die ältesten Geschöpfe dieses Planeten, aus einer Epoche, da bestand die Welt nur aus Fleisch und Zähnen.
Gott ist ein leidenschaftlicher Minigolfer.
Ohne dich wären die Gefühle von heute nur die leere Hülle von damals.
Töte mich! Erschieß mich doch!
Hände weg von Drogen, Gangs und Cyberporno im Internet, und du kannst Präsident der schönen Vereinigten Staaten werden.
Gott hat den Alkohol erfunden, damit die Iren nicht die Welt regieren.
Fühlen sie sich auch manchmal einsam?
Ich bringe mich um, weil ihr mich nicht geliebt habt und weil ich euch nicht geliebt habe. Ich bringe mich um, weil unsere Beziehungen zueinander schwach und feige waren und weil ich sie wieder enger knüpfen wollte. Ich werde auf euch einen nicht zu tilgenden Schandfleck hinterlassen.
Den Äußerungen der Alten zufolge, sollte man seine Entscheidungen innerhalb von 7 Atemzügen treffen. In dieser Beschränkung liegt der Geist zur anderen Seite durchzustoßen.
Größe bedeutet nichts, sieh' mich an: Nach meiner Größe beurteilst du mich, tust du das? Aber das solltest du nicht, denn die Macht ist mein Verbündeter, und ein starker Verbündeter ist sie....
Das Unerträgliche ist, dass nichts unerträglich ist.
Komm mir nicht mit Arbeitnehmerrechten, wo sind wir hingekommen, wenn man nicht mal mehr sexuelle Gefälligkeiten von seinem Personal verlangen kann?
Gewöhnlich pflege ich die Zeit in Äonen zu messen, aber in diesem Fall dürfen wir keine Sekunde verschwenden.
Sie wussten es würde nicht genug Blut auf der Welt geben um den Durst dieser beiden Dämonen zu stillen.
Wir sind hohle Männer, ausgestopfte Männer. Aneinandergelehnt, die Schädel gefüllt mit Stroh. Ach, unsere dürren Stimmen, flüstern wir miteinander, sind leise und bedeutungslos wie Wind im trockenem Gras oder Rattenfüße unterm gebrochenen Glas.
Seit ich von Freud weiß, habe ich sogar Angst meine Mutter anzurufen.
Ihr seid in Gefahr! Seht ihr das nicht ein? Sie sind hinter euch her, sie sind hinter uns allen her! Hinter unseren Frauen, unseren Kindern, hinter jedem! Sie sind schon hier! Ihr seid die nächsten!
Ich würde die ganze Welt abschlachten, wenn du mich nur lieben könntest.
Gott erschafft Dinosaurier, Gott vernichtet Dinosaurier. Gott erschafft Adam, Adam tötet Gott, Adam erschafft Dinosaurier.
Wie siehst du denn aus? Biste gerannt?
Hoy cumples siete años. Ya eres un hombre. Entierra tu primer juguete y el retrato de tu madre.
El topo es un animal que cava galerías bajo la tierra, buscando el sol. A veces, su camino lo lleva a la superficie. Cuando ve el sol, queda ciego.
¿Quién eres tú para hacer justicia?