Secret Romantic that she is...
Will always love this speech 🧡
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Secret Romantic that she is...
Will always love this speech 🧡
More people need to watch this, I think.
“Do you know what thinking is? It’s just a fancy word for changing your mind.” “I will not change my mind.” “Then you will die stupid.”
There is so much in this that I often think back on when I face conflict in my life, and ultimately? I sit down and talk about it.
Truth or Consequences. You decide.
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Crowley:
I thought of sending in a few of my bruisers, really letting them go to town. But then, well, trial one was kill a Hellhound. Trial two was rescue a soul from the pit. So, from here on, I'm gonna keep everything hell-related -- demons, et cetera -- away from you. Safe side and all that -- plus, I just thought it seemed fitting. From what I understand, Sammy took that bird's breath away. What's the line? "Saving people, hunting things -- the family business." Well, I think the people you save, they're how you justify your pathetic little lives. The alcoholism, the collateral damage, the pain you've caused -- the one thing that allows you to sleep at night, the one thing is knowing that these folks are out there, still out there happy and healthy because of you, you great, big, bloody heroes!
They're your life's work, and I'm going to rip it apart piece by piece because I can, because you can't stop me, and because when they're all gone, what will you have left?
You want to keep those people alive. I want complete and utter surrender. The tablet, the trials -- you'll give them up, or we'll keep doing this dance. Your choice, my darlings.
best
villain
speech
ever
What’s he that wishes so? My cousin Westmorland? No, my fair cousin, If we are marked to die, we are enough To do our country loss, and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God’s will, I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost, It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God’s peace, I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more. Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart, his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man’s company That fears his fellowship to die with us.- This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tiptoe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall see this day, and live old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, ‘Tomorrow is Saint Crispian.’ Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’ Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he’ll remember with advantages What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words - Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester - Be in their flowing cups freshly rememberèd. This story shall the good man teach his son, And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be rememberèd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother, be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
King Henry (Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3)