“It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok.”
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“It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok.”
Cyril: How do you not know the different kinds of porn?
Archer: Because I have sex with actual women, Cyril. My girlfriend's not equal parts the Internet, a tube of Kentucky jelly, self-loathing and a sock.
Archer: "You realize you're in huge trouble?
Woodhouse: Yes, sir.
Archer: And now I have to spend my first Friday off in, like, forever-
Woodhouse: Yes, sir.
Archer: -devising some bizarre punishment for you.
Woodhouse: Yes, sir.
Archer: So don't be surprised if you find yourself eating a whole bunch of spiderwebs."
Mac: He doesn't have any poison.
Charlie: I don't have any on me, but I do keep some in my fridge at home in the relish jar.
Frank: There's poison in that jar? I thought I was allergic to pickles. What's in the jar with the skull and crossbones?
Charlie: Well that's mayonnaise. It's a decoy.
Frank: And the mayo?
Charlie: That's shampoo.
Frank: You're telling I've been putting shampoo on my sandwiches?
Charlie: If you've been using the mayonnaise, then yeah, probably.
See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here... he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that -- but that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd.
Pulp Fiction
Pam: Who drinks a pint of grappa?
Archer: Well, nobody now, Wendy Wasteful.
“Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross. When ignorance reigns, life is lost.”
Daniel: Drainage! Drainage, Eli, you boy! Drained dry! I’m so sorry. Here: if you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw — There it is. That's a straw, see? Watch it. — my straw reaches across the room, and starts to drink your milkshake, I drink your milkshake! Thhhp, I drink it up!
Eli: Don't bully me, Daniel.
You load the sight up and expect to see the glory of a wingspan over eagly beaks emerging from an egg a hero -- we overlook the fact that while sometimes a cat'll eat a bird, sometimes a bird’ll eat a cat like it’s a fuckin' churro
Aesop Rock
Archer: Oh, good, you caught the, uh, oh wait, I had something good for this... the... "Pita Predator".
Pam:
You know what?
Archer: ...Sorry, let's just call it what it is -- food rapist.
Pam:
Not a pretty name, is it?
You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents but sooner or later your own self will always catch up.
I don't always push all my convictions through the Neumann, but you people still defending the police are fucking poison
Aesop Rock
They're a rotten crowd," I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole damn bunch put together."
Nick Carraway, The Great Gatsby
Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of
Chasing Amy, 1997
The teacher stands in front of the class, but the lesson plan he can't recall -- the student's eyes don't perceive the lies bouncing off every fucking wall.