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Do you read the bible, Brett? Well there's this passage I got memorized, sort of fits the occasion.

Yah! You've got to ask yourself one question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

Fatty, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns.

You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall -- you need me on that wall.

Shut up! I won't have a yellow bastard sitting here *crying* in front of these brave men who have been wounded in battle!

You may get shot, and you may get killed, but you're going up to the fighting. Either that, or I'm going to stand you up in front of a firing squad. I ought to shoot you myself, you god-damned... bastard!

I'd show you but I'm too old; I'm too tired; I'm too fucking blind. If I were the man I was five years ago I'd take a flame-thrower to this place!

Fuck, fuck, fuck,
Mother motherfuck
Mother motherfuck fuck
Motherfuck motherfuck
Noise, noise, noise
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Noise, noise noise
Shmokin'Weed shmoking wizz
Doin' coke, drinkin' beers
Drinkin' beers, beers, beers
Rollin' fatties, smokin' blunts
Who smokes the blunts?
We smoke the blunts!

Dave's not here.
No, man, I'm Dave, man.
Hey, c'mon, man.
Who is it?
It's Dave, man, will you open up? I got the stuff with me.

Who?
Dave, man, open up.
Dave?
Ya, Dave.
Dave's not here.

No, man, I am Dave, man, will you?
C'mon, open up the door, will you?
I got the stuff with me, I think the cops saw me.
Who is it?
Oh, what the hell is it c'mon open up the door, it's Dave.

Who?
Dave, D A V E, will you open up the goddamn door.
Dave?
Ya, Dave...

Dave?

You went out six hours ago to buy a money counter and you come back with a semi-conscious Gloria and a bag of fertilizer. Alarm bells are ringing, Willie.

We need fertilizer Winston.

Mmmhmm. We also need a money counter. This money's got to be out by Thursday, I'm buggered if I'm gonna count it. Just make sure if you do need to buy sodding fertilizer you could be a bit more subtle.

What do you mean?

We grow copious amounts of ganja, yah? And you're carrying a wasted girl and a bag of fertilizer. You don't look like your average horti-fucking- culturalist! That's what I mean Willie.

Winston Smith [voice-over]: It was three years ago, on a dark evening. Easy to slip past the patrols, and I'd gone into the proletarian areas. There was no one else on the street, and no telescreens. She said, "Two dollars," so I went with her. She had a young face, painted very thick. It was really the paint that appealed to me: white like a mask, and bright red lips. There were no preliminaries. Standing there with the smell of dead insects and cheap perfume, I went and did it just the same.

Ugh. All day long I felt like white open-toed shoes after Labor Day.

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy.

All I know is this: nobody's very big in the first place, and it looks to me like everybody spends their whole life tearing everybody else down.

General: Well, of course, warfare isn't all fun. Right stop that! It's all very well to laugh at the military but when one considers the meaning of life it is a struggle between alternative viewpoints of life itself and without the ability to defend one's own viewpoint against other perhaps more aggressive ideologies then reasonableness and moderation could, quite simply, disappear. That is why we'll always need an army, and may God strike me down were it to be otherwise.
[A lightning bolt destroys the general. Cut to outside, where the Hand of God rises into the clouds. Outside, a Sergeant Major stands before his troops.]
Sergeant Major: Don't stand there gobbing! Like you've never seen the Hand o' God before!

'The German Guns'

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, Boom

Auftragen, rechte Hand. Polieren, linke Hand. Auftragen, polieren. Einatmen durch Nase, ausatmen durch Mund. Auftragen, polieren.
-Herr Miyagi

Hier wird der Schlussstrich gezogen! Bis hierher und nicht weiter!

Thor: [taking coffee for the first time] This drink... I like it!