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My Warriors Billy Madison mash-up.
Vada: [after Vada and Thomas kiss] Say something, it's too quiet. Thomas J. Sennett: Umm, Ummmmm... Vada: [agitated] Just hurry. Thomas J. Sennett: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America... Vada, Thomas J. Sennett: ...And to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
On February 14, 1929, members of the North Side gang gathered at a garage behind the offices of S.M.C. Cartage Company. Inside were Pete and Frank Gusenberg, Albert Weinshank, Adam Heyer, James Clark, John May, and Reinhardt Schwimmer. Five men of Capone's Gang drove to the garage in a stolen police car. Two of the men, dressed as police, entered the garage, pretending they were conducting an ordinary raid, and lined Moran's associates up against the wall. Once the men's backs were all turned, facing the wall, two other men of Capone (with civilian clothes) entered the room with machine guns and, along with the "cops", cut loose on the seven men, pounding 150 bullets into them in what would become known as the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
Atomic Bomb Test, Nevada, May 1955
She walked out with empty arms, machine gun in her hand.
All work and no play makes Stanley a dull boy.