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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 12:46:17 GMT
"We don't pitch the bitch here."
~ Boiler Room ~
love that line - meaning they don't sell (fake) stock to women.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2014 7:29:58 GMT
Vance (slim guy): [grabs Hitch by the wrist] You see what I'm doing? This is what I'm about - power suit, power tie, power steering. People can wince, cry, beg, but eventually they do what I want.
Hitch (date doctor): Oh! So that's, like, a metaphor?
Vance: Oh, yeah.
Hitch: Right. Well, see, I'm more of a literal kind of guy. So when I do this...
[he reverses the grip, twists Vance's arm back and slams him on the table]
Hitch: This is more like me saying that I will literally *break your shit off* if you ever touch me again. Okay, pumpkin? [smiles]
Movie: Hitch
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 1:49:36 GMT
"There is no hope for purpose in life. It is everywhere undone by arbitrariness."
Johnny Depp - The Libertine
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Post by Stumour on Mar 23, 2014 16:13:53 GMT
Groucho: "That's in every contract, that's what you call a sanity clause." Chico: "You can't a fool a me there ain't no sanity clause" Groucho/Chico in A Night at the Opera
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Post by Stumour on Apr 12, 2014 23:50:55 GMT
The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there - and on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it. Four o'clock, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one. 5:30, jazzercize. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing; I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?
The Grinch.... reciting my life (bar the jazzercise... eff THAT for a game o sojers)
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 0:16:03 GMT
From Financing the Stone:
That was the end of Grogan… the man who killed my father, raped and murdered my sister, burned my ranch, shot my dog, and stole my Bible! But if there was one law of the west: Bastards had brothers, who seemed to ride forever.
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