Jason: The real fear of these rides comes from the feeling of having no control. Everyone imagines weird stuff when they get scared. But it never turns out to be what they imagine. Never.
Erin: A roller coaster is just elemental physics. A conversion of potential energy to kinetic energy.
McKinley: Yeah. Odds are like one in 250 million of dying in a roller coaster.
McKinley: You're more likely to die driving to an amusement park than dying at one.
Priest: We may feel that our lives are not our own. That Death controls, frames our lives. Our birth's nothing but death begun. Yet, whether it is with this tragic loss of young lives, which we have suffered much of late, or with a soft passing of the elderly in the night, we are all equal in Death's eyes.
McKinley: "Equal in Death's eyes?" Seriously? How can you say that? Dude, think it through. Charlie Manson made it to 70. Osama, still kickin'. Pimps, vice-presidents walking around. All the atrocities they've committed, they're alive and well. These two girls, who'd never done shit to anybody, they don't get to make it to 18? Where's the fucking equality in that?
Frankie: Seein' women as nothing but fun bags. I mean, if I'd have seen their, whatever, humanity, they wouldn't have felt the pressure to look so good. Impress Franklin Cheeks. Go on diets. Deodorize. Stretch. Tan.
Wendy: If there's any place that makes you feel like there's no life after death, it's a cemetery.
Kevin: It's never better staying ignorant. Willful ignorance is surrendering control.
Lewis: Lewis ain't afraid of no death. Fuck Death! Death is a fucking Denver fan. Death wear blue and orange. Real men wear black. Lewis ain't afraid of no Death. Death is afraid of me! Death fears me!
McKinley: We're biological entities and Death is just the end of biological function. It's as simple as that.
McKinley: Kevin, how come when a guy dies of a plain heart attack no one goes, "Oh, wow, he was eating French toast when Princess Diana died in Paris and then he saw her funeral on TV, and now he's dead"? You know why? Because they'd sound crazy so guess how you two sound right now? Crazy.
McKinley: So, Newton's third law of motion, and well, look I'm just guessing that it goes for Death too when he's working in our world. Newton says that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. So, that means that if Death has taken action, so can we. And that action we take has an opposite reaction that thwarts Death's intent. What if, for example, the last in line were to make the utilitarian choice... Kill themselves. Wow! Wow! That's going to ruin any plan that Death's put in motion. And even better, hey, it's gonna save five skipped lives. Any takers? Nah, I didn't think so.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Final Destination 2
Nora: I think you're a coward. You hide out in here because you're too bitter and selfish to help any other person. In my opinion, you're already dead.
Tim: If he gives me the gas and I end up with my pants unbuttoned, we ain't payin'.
Clear: If the design is flawed, it can be beaten.
Undertaker: People are always most alive, just before they die, don't you think?
Undertaker: Only new life can defeat death. Some people say there's a balance to everything. Where there's a life, there's a death, and death, there is a life. But the introduction to life that was not meant to be, that can validate the list, force death to start anew.
Tim: If he gives me the gas and I end up with my pants unbuttoned, we ain't payin'.
Clear: If the design is flawed, it can be beaten.
Undertaker: People are always most alive, just before they die, don't you think?
Undertaker: Only new life can defeat death. Some people say there's a balance to everything. Where there's a life, there's a death, and death, there is a life. But the introduction to life that was not meant to be, that can validate the list, force death to start anew.
Final Destination
Tod: We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast. But when we say this, we imagine that the hour is placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun, or that death could arrive this same afternoon - this afternoon which is so certain, and which has every hour filled in advance.
Undertaker: In death there are no accidents, no coincidences, no mishaps, and no escapes. What you have to realize is that we're all just a mouse a cat has by the tail. Every single move we make from the mundane to the monumental, the red light that we stop at or run, the people we have sex with or won't with us, the airplanes that we ride or walk out of, it's all part of death's sadistic design leading to the grave.
Terri: Enough! Both of you. They died, and we lived. Get over it. I will not let this plane crash be the most important thing in my life! I'm moving on, Carter, and if you want to waste your life beating the shit out of Alex every time you see him, then you can just drop fucking dead.
Alex: If I see it, I can intervene. If I intervene, I cheat the design.
Alex: God's not afraid to die. Gods don't die! We do!
Alex: Tetanus. Nice one. I overlooked it. You tried to capitalize, but I caught you. You fuck! I can beat you. Maybe not forever, but I've got this cabin rigged to beat you now.
Undertaker: In death there are no accidents, no coincidences, no mishaps, and no escapes. What you have to realize is that we're all just a mouse a cat has by the tail. Every single move we make from the mundane to the monumental, the red light that we stop at or run, the people we have sex with or won't with us, the airplanes that we ride or walk out of, it's all part of death's sadistic design leading to the grave.
Terri: Enough! Both of you. They died, and we lived. Get over it. I will not let this plane crash be the most important thing in my life! I'm moving on, Carter, and if you want to waste your life beating the shit out of Alex every time you see him, then you can just drop fucking dead.
Alex: If I see it, I can intervene. If I intervene, I cheat the design.
Alex: God's not afraid to die. Gods don't die! We do!
Alex: Tetanus. Nice one. I overlooked it. You tried to capitalize, but I caught you. You fuck! I can beat you. Maybe not forever, but I've got this cabin rigged to beat you now.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Crossroads
Lucy: When we were ten, growing up in Georgia, Mimi, Kit, and I knew exactly what we wanted out of life. So we put our dreams in a box and we buried it. We made a pact to dig it up at midnight the day of our high school graduation. Now I don't remember what our wishes were except for one: We wished that we'd be best friends forever. Well, that wish didn't come true.
Henry: Reason 1: We've been lab partners for three years. So we really trust each other. Trust is very important. Reason 2: We are both 18 and never done it. Very Important. Reason 3: We both want to do it. Reason 4: Please, Lucy, come on. I'm begging you. Let's just do it.
Mimi: It's not stealing if he's in the car with us.
Lucy: I used to think I had the answers to everything. But now I know life doesn't always go my way.It feels like I'm caught in the middle and that's when I realize that I'm not a girl and not yet a woman. All I need is time, just a moment that's mine. And while I'm in between, I'm not a girl.
Lucy: She said that she never wanted me. She said that my father made her have me. And that I was just a mistake.
Lucy: This time, we didn't make any wishes for the future. We said goodbye to our past. Now, any of us has any idea where life is gonna take us, cause what he have is now, and right now, we have each other.
Henry: Reason 1: We've been lab partners for three years. So we really trust each other. Trust is very important. Reason 2: We are both 18 and never done it. Very Important. Reason 3: We both want to do it. Reason 4: Please, Lucy, come on. I'm begging you. Let's just do it.
Mimi: It's not stealing if he's in the car with us.
Lucy: I used to think I had the answers to everything. But now I know life doesn't always go my way.It feels like I'm caught in the middle and that's when I realize that I'm not a girl and not yet a woman. All I need is time, just a moment that's mine. And while I'm in between, I'm not a girl.
Lucy: She said that she never wanted me. She said that my father made her have me. And that I was just a mistake.
Lucy: This time, we didn't make any wishes for the future. We said goodbye to our past. Now, any of us has any idea where life is gonna take us, cause what he have is now, and right now, we have each other.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Take the Lead
Eddie: Damn son, what'd you do that for? She wasn't carryin' nothin', she could've opened the door her damn self.
Pierre: It's called courtesy.
Eddie: Yeah, well it makes you look like a punk ass.
Eddie: Punk ass moves like that won't get you no play around here. Trust me, I've tried it.
Pierre: Caitlin, you like dancing?
Caitlin: Yeah.
Pierre: Then you were made to dance.
Pierre: You need to dance for yourself, not for anybody else.
Pierre: In ancient times, it was believe that any man who could kill with .speed and accuracy should be able to dance with grace as well. Ballroom dancing is kings and empresis. It is the dance of strength, romance, and love.
Eddie: Look son, you're talking about a whole bunch of rich white folk, slave runners. I mean, I've never seen Martin Luther King do a waltz.
Danja: Why is that every time you want to fly something by us you claim it's got ties to Africa? But every time you get scared or mad, you blame it on African killer bees, African ebola virus, freakin West Nile fever?!
Rock: Doctor's note. Can't dance, got a heart condition.
Pierre: I see. Interesting man, your doctor. Not many physicians write notes on three hole punch paper.
Pierre: Ballroom dancing is about two bodies moving as one.
Caitlin: It's like sex on hardwood. I would kill if I could dance like that.
Eddie: Check Mr. Dulaine just getting his flirt on.
Principal Augustine: For these kids life is a fight to stay alive, and a hustle to make ends meet. Not ballroom dancing.
Pierre: To follow takes as much strength as to lead.
Pierre: It's called courtesy.
Eddie: Yeah, well it makes you look like a punk ass.
Eddie: Punk ass moves like that won't get you no play around here. Trust me, I've tried it.
Pierre: Caitlin, you like dancing?
Caitlin: Yeah.
Pierre: Then you were made to dance.
Pierre: You need to dance for yourself, not for anybody else.
Pierre: In ancient times, it was believe that any man who could kill with .speed and accuracy should be able to dance with grace as well. Ballroom dancing is kings and empresis. It is the dance of strength, romance, and love.
Eddie: Look son, you're talking about a whole bunch of rich white folk, slave runners. I mean, I've never seen Martin Luther King do a waltz.
Danja: Why is that every time you want to fly something by us you claim it's got ties to Africa? But every time you get scared or mad, you blame it on African killer bees, African ebola virus, freakin West Nile fever?!
Rock: Doctor's note. Can't dance, got a heart condition.
Pierre: I see. Interesting man, your doctor. Not many physicians write notes on three hole punch paper.
Pierre: Ballroom dancing is about two bodies moving as one.
Caitlin: It's like sex on hardwood. I would kill if I could dance like that.
Eddie: Check Mr. Dulaine just getting his flirt on.
Principal Augustine: For these kids life is a fight to stay alive, and a hustle to make ends meet. Not ballroom dancing.
Pierre: To follow takes as much strength as to lead.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Mechanic
Arthur: What I do requires a certain mindset. I do assignments on vindictive targets. Some jobs need to look like accidents. Others must cause suspicion on someone else. A select few need to send a clear message. Pulling a trigger is easy. The best jobs are the ones where nobody even knows you were there.
Harry: "Amat Victoria Curam." [Victory Loves Preparation.]
Harry: I would rather it be you, Arthur. You'll have to live with it.
Steve: What kind of person shoots someone in a wheelchair anyways?
Arthur: Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
Steve: Roofy. You want me to kill him, not rape him, right?
Harry: "Amat Victoria Curam." [Victory Loves Preparation.]
Harry: I would rather it be you, Arthur. You'll have to live with it.
Steve: What kind of person shoots someone in a wheelchair anyways?
Arthur: Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
Steve: Roofy. You want me to kill him, not rape him, right?
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Leap Year
Anna: I'm a stager. I stage apartments for realtors. I transform ordinary spaces into something special. Most people don't know what it is they want until I show it to them and so many places need my help. Not the Davenport, of course.
Anna: Come on Charlie. You know it's not about luck, it's about preparation.
There's only one reason why people go into Duprisco's. You're going to have a better engagement ring than me, you big jerk!
Declan: Dublin is the city of chances and cheats, and backstabbin' snakes. It's where the waste of humanity collects, poisoned this family tree. I wouldn't drive you to Dublin in the life of me.
Declan: Oh, isn't yourself Louie? Can I give you a hand into the car Louie? She named her suitcase, she's a crack pot.
Declan: That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Anna: No it isn't.
Declan: Yeah it is.
Anna: No, it's a tradition. It's a romantic tradition.
Declan: It's a day for desperate women trying to trap themselves on a man who clearly doesn't want to get married. You gotta know if your man wants to propose, he'd done it already. Fact!
Anna: Are you crazy? You, know nothing about me, or Jeremy. You know what you are? You're a cynic. You're a lonely, bitter, cynic.
Declan: Better that than an idiot. 'Leap year, diddly-yi. Will you marry me, diddly-yi. I've got a suitcase called Louie, diddly-yi.'
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty.
Declan: If your house was on fire, sixty seconds, what would you take? Would it be the chihuahua on the duvet?
Declan: Well, hundreds of years ago there was this beautiful girl called Grianne. Now, she was promised to marriage to this fellow named Fionn. He was kinda a cranky old war lord, old enough to be her father, well old enough to be her grandfather. Therefore, ploop, she wasn't in love with him. Anyway, on the night of their betrothal, whom did she meet but a handsome, young warrior Diarmuid. They fell madly in love at first sight, but what can she do? Well, she slips a sleeping potion in everyone's drinks and the pair of them run off together across the Shannon. Fionn wakes, where's Grianne, gone. Well, he goes mental, takes his army and heads off in hot pursuit, but it was the people, the people in the villages of Ireland, they took pity on Diarmuid and Grianne. They hid them in the forests, in the barns, in the castles, where they sleep one night and then they move on. Sleep was all they did, because Diarmuid, the good man that he was, was suffering the old guilt of two timing Fionn, out of respect for him, penance, you know, take it any further. Then they came to this castle, and this view. To such a view, unable to resist its beauty, here in this place, they consummated their love.
Declan: Heads I win, tails you lose.
Anna: I washing, in the shower. Getting mud off with hot water. Got a bruise there, got a bruise there.
Declan: Here's an idea: why don't you stop trying to control everything in the known universe? It's dinner. Have a little faith. It'll all work out.
Anna: It'll all work out. My dad was the king of 'it'll all work out.' Time shares in the Bahamas, mobile video stores, whatever the next big nothing was all our money went right after it. But, uh, don't worry, it'll all work out. Got me working two part-time jobs after school, us getting our house repossessed on Christmas Eve, ho, ho, ho. So you will forgive me if I don't listen.
Declan: I'm sorry. No, really, I'm sorry. Your father is someone you should be able to rely on.
See that's what it takes to be married for forty four years. The kiss. Always kiss like it's the first time, and the last time.
Bride: May you never steal, lie, or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. And if you must lie, then lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then please, cheat death. Because I couldn't live a day without you. Cheers!
Declan: Listen. Bob. You're not in America now. You're in Ireland. So, have a drink, and shut up.
Anna: I was just trying to help.
Declan: Help? That's hilarious. The woman who was so desperate to make her way to Dublin to make the most important decision of her life based on some ridiculous tradition, which frankly is a load of old poo, so, thank you, Bob, it's not I who needs the help. Okay?
Anna: It is not a load of poo. It's romantic.
Anna: You know what you are? You are a beast. You are a real beast. And I cannot stand you. But you know what, I am on to you. All your beastliness, it's an act. It's a great, big, massive, cover up. You... you growl and you snap but you are in... you're in pain. You've got a, um, got a big thorn in your beastly paw. Like a lion, a lovely, lovely lion.
Do I like it? I want to throw you out your own window and take it.
Anna: When my sixty seconds came around I thought, I had everything that I wanted but nothing that I needed. But what I think I need is here and I came all this way to see if you might think so too, and if you do, well I don't have any plans past that which is new for me. So, Declan O'Callahan, and I should probably learn your middle name, here is my proposal. I propose we not make plans, I propose we give this thing a chance and let it work out how it works out. So what do you say? Do you want to not make plans with me?
Anna: Come on Charlie. You know it's not about luck, it's about preparation.
There's only one reason why people go into Duprisco's. You're going to have a better engagement ring than me, you big jerk!
Declan: Dublin is the city of chances and cheats, and backstabbin' snakes. It's where the waste of humanity collects, poisoned this family tree. I wouldn't drive you to Dublin in the life of me.
Declan: Oh, isn't yourself Louie? Can I give you a hand into the car Louie? She named her suitcase, she's a crack pot.
Declan: That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Anna: No it isn't.
Declan: Yeah it is.
Anna: No, it's a tradition. It's a romantic tradition.
Declan: It's a day for desperate women trying to trap themselves on a man who clearly doesn't want to get married. You gotta know if your man wants to propose, he'd done it already. Fact!
Anna: Are you crazy? You, know nothing about me, or Jeremy. You know what you are? You're a cynic. You're a lonely, bitter, cynic.
Declan: Better that than an idiot. 'Leap year, diddly-yi. Will you marry me, diddly-yi. I've got a suitcase called Louie, diddly-yi.'
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty.
Declan: If your house was on fire, sixty seconds, what would you take? Would it be the chihuahua on the duvet?
Declan: Well, hundreds of years ago there was this beautiful girl called Grianne. Now, she was promised to marriage to this fellow named Fionn. He was kinda a cranky old war lord, old enough to be her father, well old enough to be her grandfather. Therefore, ploop, she wasn't in love with him. Anyway, on the night of their betrothal, whom did she meet but a handsome, young warrior Diarmuid. They fell madly in love at first sight, but what can she do? Well, she slips a sleeping potion in everyone's drinks and the pair of them run off together across the Shannon. Fionn wakes, where's Grianne, gone. Well, he goes mental, takes his army and heads off in hot pursuit, but it was the people, the people in the villages of Ireland, they took pity on Diarmuid and Grianne. They hid them in the forests, in the barns, in the castles, where they sleep one night and then they move on. Sleep was all they did, because Diarmuid, the good man that he was, was suffering the old guilt of two timing Fionn, out of respect for him, penance, you know, take it any further. Then they came to this castle, and this view. To such a view, unable to resist its beauty, here in this place, they consummated their love.
Declan: Heads I win, tails you lose.
Anna: I washing, in the shower. Getting mud off with hot water. Got a bruise there, got a bruise there.
Declan: Here's an idea: why don't you stop trying to control everything in the known universe? It's dinner. Have a little faith. It'll all work out.
Anna: It'll all work out. My dad was the king of 'it'll all work out.' Time shares in the Bahamas, mobile video stores, whatever the next big nothing was all our money went right after it. But, uh, don't worry, it'll all work out. Got me working two part-time jobs after school, us getting our house repossessed on Christmas Eve, ho, ho, ho. So you will forgive me if I don't listen.
Declan: I'm sorry. No, really, I'm sorry. Your father is someone you should be able to rely on.
See that's what it takes to be married for forty four years. The kiss. Always kiss like it's the first time, and the last time.
Bride: May you never steal, lie, or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. And if you must lie, then lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then please, cheat death. Because I couldn't live a day without you. Cheers!
Declan: Listen. Bob. You're not in America now. You're in Ireland. So, have a drink, and shut up.
Anna: I was just trying to help.
Declan: Help? That's hilarious. The woman who was so desperate to make her way to Dublin to make the most important decision of her life based on some ridiculous tradition, which frankly is a load of old poo, so, thank you, Bob, it's not I who needs the help. Okay?
Anna: It is not a load of poo. It's romantic.
Anna: You know what you are? You are a beast. You are a real beast. And I cannot stand you. But you know what, I am on to you. All your beastliness, it's an act. It's a great, big, massive, cover up. You... you growl and you snap but you are in... you're in pain. You've got a, um, got a big thorn in your beastly paw. Like a lion, a lovely, lovely lion.
Do I like it? I want to throw you out your own window and take it.
Anna: When my sixty seconds came around I thought, I had everything that I wanted but nothing that I needed. But what I think I need is here and I came all this way to see if you might think so too, and if you do, well I don't have any plans past that which is new for me. So, Declan O'Callahan, and I should probably learn your middle name, here is my proposal. I propose we not make plans, I propose we give this thing a chance and let it work out how it works out. So what do you say? Do you want to not make plans with me?
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