Theikes atakes (quotes)

[BURNIN AMBITION]

Denizako pink right back at you

Nodoordonotthereisnotry ναι ναι ναι η τουαλέτα λέγεται Ferguson κιόλας - παλιά είχα γελάσει γτ με θύμησε το γνωστό προπονητή
αλλά άμα δεις και τον ζήλο και το πάθος με το όποιο ο Αλ μιλάει για το όνειρο του που ήταν να αποκτήσει μια δικιά του Ferguson...

εννοείται ότι η πρώτη και καλύτερη αμερικάνικη κωμική σειρά είναι τα Friends
απλά πράγματα (άσχετα αν οι αμερικάνοι θεωρούν το Seinfeld καλύτερο)

giati nomizw oti sto idio topic exw anaferei kai egw thn ferguson? apo ta kalutera epeisodia ever

[VacuumInsulationPanels]

Tom: Two people only hurt each other if they doubt the love they have for one another.

The Big Man: Rapists and murders may be the victims according to you, but I, I call them dogs. And if they're lapping up their own vomit, the only way to stop them is with a lash.
Grace: But dogs only obey their own nature, so why shouldn't we forgive them?
The Big Man: Dogs can be taught many useful things, but not if we forgive them every time they obey their own nature.
Dogville

- Un poète qui s’appelle revolver...
- Robert Browning.
- Pour échapper.
- Jamais.
- Bien aimé.
- Tant que je serais moi.
- Et que tu seras toi.
- Aussi longtemps que nous vivrons tous les deux.
- Moi qui t’aime.
- Et toi qui me repousses.
- Tant que l’un voudra fuir.
- Cela ressemble trop à la fatalité.
Pierrot le Fou, Ferdinand et Marianne.

Une femme,
deux enfants,
trois potes,
quatre crédits,
cinq semaines de vacance,
six ans dans la même boite,
sept fois mon poids en matériel hifi,
huit coïts conjugaux par trimestre,
neuf fois le tour de la terre en emballages plastiques couvert de polystyrène et autre packaging alimentaire non biodégradable,
et dix ans sans voir mon père.
Le bonheur, la panoplie du parfait tyran dont j’avais rêvé toute mon enfance.
Jeux d’enfants, Julien

[nikolasfluxus]

atsgonia,ntaragonia ntefasa,mea mea

[Sotos_The_Tequiler]

μιας και την είδα πρόσφατα για μια ακόμα φορά:

Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?
Butch: It's a chopper, baby.
Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?
Butch: It's Zed's.
Fabienne: Who's Zed?
Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

[Skalani Caveman]

H: Here you go. So, what happened to you?
J: Fell off my bike.
H: OK. Well, you look like you need to go to the hospital.
J: Nah. I'll heal myself.
H: I prayed for you last night.
J: Yeah, it didn't fucking work.
H: I think it did.
J: Don't think he heard you, love.
H: Why did you come here?
J: I was just passing.
H: There must be a reason. Do you want God to forgive you for something?
J: I don't want anything from that fuck.
H: God loves you.
J: Does he now?
H: You're a child of God.
J: God ain't my fucking daddy. My daddy was a cunt, but he knew he was a cunt. God still thinks he's God, nobody's told him otherwise.
H: Why are you so angry at God?
J: Why are you so fucking stupid?
I've met people like you all my fucking life. Goodie goodies. Make a charity record. Bake a cake. Save a fucking soul! You've never eaten shit. Don't know what it's like out there. You haven't a fucking clue!
Where do you live?
H: What?
J: I asked you where you lived. Simple fucking question. You're deaf all of a sudden?
H: Manors Estate.
J: Manors fucking Estate!
How is Manors Estate? How are the five-bedroomed, double-garaged, nicely trimmed lawn, fondue, coffee-morning fucking lifestyle Manors Estate? How is it up there? Swimming, is it?
What the fuck are you doing down here, huh? Why do you run this shop?
You're a young woman. You have family? Got kids?
H: No. We can't have them.
J: Can't or won't? This fills a gap, doesn't it? You reckon you do enough good deeds, God's gonna fix your insides? Please.
Or is your man a jaffa?
Thanks for the tea. I'll pray for you.

[cromags]

- Excuse me.

- Yeah?

- Are you just a girl who can't say n-

- No!

- Thought so.

- This is a party, you know. I don't think much of your dress sense.

- I thought it was meant to be a funeral. You're wearing black.

- Well, I've got "funereal" disease.

- Will I catch it if I have sex with you?

- Well, you won't be, so you won't know, will ya?