Oprindeligt indlæg af Svan
Så kommer jeg da med en ny:
I don't know. Part of me thinks the kid's right. He asks what he's done to deserve this. He wants to stay here, fine. Let's leave him and go home. But then another part of me thinks, what if by some miracle we stay, then actually make it out of here. Someday we might look back on this and decide that xxx xxx xxx was the one decent thing we were able to pull out of this whole god awful, shitty mess. Like you said, Captain, maybe we do that, we all earn the right to go home.
Jeg er næsten sikker på den er fra en sci-fi film jeg har set, med en dreng der har en søster som de alle sammen siger er underlig. Hun går helt amok nogle gange. Jeg kan bare absolut ikke huske hvad den hedder lige pt. Og så tror ejg det er en neger der siger det, på et tidspunkt de er kommet til en camp, hvor der bor en de kalder præst eller noget, og de alle sammen er døde da de kommer.
Oprindeligt indlæg af Slacker
Så vil jeg da næsten gætte på Saving Private Ryan og at der står save Private Ryan under dine x'er..
Dog husker jeg det ikke
Jamen så er der da bingo... Det er Sergent Horvath eller hvordan han nu staves...
Oprindeligt indlæg af Slacker
Så vil jeg da næsten gætte på Saving Private Ryan og at der står save Private Ryan under dine x'er..
Dog husker jeg det ikke
Jamen så er der da bingo... Det er Sergent Horvath eller hvordan han nu staves...
Ahh, han er altid så rå i sådanne film - gælder det samme i Black Hawk Down
Person 1: Every aerial photo and recon report indicate a defensive arsenal in the D, and perhaps negative C, categories. There's also some anti-aircraft squadrons. They can send up an ack-ack umbrella high enough to make any attack ineffective.
Person 2: I don't have a clue what you're talking about, ****. Not a fucking clue. I have a shell the size of a fist in my head. Pork Chop Hill. The only way I can make this goddamn toupee to stay on is by magnetizing the entire upper left quadrant of my skull, so you just go ahead and do what you do.
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Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
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