X: She was a patient at Ravenscar. She... jumped off the roof.
Y: I thought you said she was murdered?
X: Yeah, well, Isabel wouldn't have taken her own life.
Y: Yeah, what kind of mental patient kills herself? That's just crazy.
ofcourse, but If I were you I would leave the doctor alone until he has eaten his breakfast becouse he is a very crude man
there he goes, one of god's own prototypes, high powered mutant of some kind, never even considered for mass production. Too wierd to live but too rare to die.
X: Is this my espresso machine? Wh-what is-h-how did you get my espresso machine?
Y: Well... uh... we fuckin' stole it, man.
It is so rare to capture one alive. From a research point of view, (x) is our most prized asset (/quote)
X: What was that you were watching, Y?
Y: Death, Death, Death.
X: Death...Death...Death.
*pause*
Y: Part 2
I'll never turn you in X. They can run 10 000 volts through me. They can break everyone of my fingers, one by one by one by one. They can dig out my eyes. But please, no country western music. Every man has his limits.
We're the middle children of history man, no purpose or place. We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives.
Is this how it starts? A trip to the laughing academy? No, you silly bastard. It starts with you asking yourself idiot questions.
alec said:That's from Fight Club. Easy one, KQX.
How about this one:
You're right, actually. I am pretty- I'm, I'm pretty troubled and I'm, I'm pretty confused. But I. . .and I'm afraid. Really, really afraid. Really afraid. But I... I... I think you're the fucking Antichrist
Soon all of you will be like me... And then who will lock you up in a cellar?
I know now that my wife has become host to a Candarian demon. I fear that the only way to stop those possessed by the spirits of the book is through the act of... bodily dismemberment.
Jahakob said:I know now that my wife has become host to a Candarian demon. I fear that the only way to stop those possessed by the spirits of the book is through the act of... bodily dismemberment.
Is this how it starts? A trip to the laughing academy? No, you silly bastard. It starts with you asking yourself idiot questions.
X: Christ... I can see the brief from here...
Y: I'm not even dealing deuces, asshole.
X: Well, then, they're lousy-lookin' tops.
Xodka is a luxury we have. Caviar is a luxury we have. Time is not.
X: Why, Y , you're a pretty good fighter.
Y: A few tricks from back home. You know I broke a promise... 'never to fight again.'
X: I wonder what was going through Custer's mind when he realized that he'd led his men into a slaughter?
Y: Sir, Custer was a pussy. You ain't.