It's a body. Do we wrap it in the blanket as it is, or do we chop it into little pieces first?


I don't feel the sickness yet, but it's in the post. That's for sure. I'm in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I've ever known will soon take hold of me. It's on its way.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton

Dan: I hate that I'm hurting you.
Alice: Then why are you?

Who am I to argue with the captain of the Enterprise?


Sometimes it's a hard world for small things.


Molly Peterson: Did you know Dupree writes poetry?
Carl Peterson: What a homo.

Taxi Driver: Right there's the town hall. Right over there's the old fire station. Played a lot of checkers over there, sure did. All this land's gonna be covered with water - best thing ever happened to this town.
[a truck in front of the cab is carrying a small church building on a flatbed trailer]
Taxi Driver: We might have to wait a minute for the church to get out the way.

On the surface, everything seems fine. I've got this great guy. And he loves my kid. And he sure does like me a lot. And I can't live like that. It's not the way I'm built.


Quentin Hapsburg: Que sera sera... You do speak French, don't you?
Lt. Frank Drebin: Unfortunately no, but I do kiss that way.

It was my mother she always used to say it was too much car for me to handle. I couldn't handle the V8.


Oooooooooowwwwwww! Oh, make it stop, Krabs! Make it stop!


Only God should have this power.


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