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“That lightsaber… it belongs to me.”
(Still very proud of this.)
“You are beaten. It is useless to resist.”
“That lightsaber… it belongs to me.”
(Still very proud of this.)
“You are beaten. It is useless to resist.”
“I took that basketball everywhere I went
You know what? That basketball was like a basketball to me!”
“Do you know what she did, your c&nting daughter?”
" my ass! I can see MY ASS!"
I like Bingo and I wish he came around more.
Keep Circulating the Tapes.
END OF LINE
(It hasn’t happened yet)
“Shoot straight, you bastards.”
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“In this universe, there’s only one absolute … everything freezes!”
I like Bingo and I wish he came around more.
Stop knocking him out then!
<span style=“font-weight: bold;”>The Most Handsomest Guy on OT.com</span>
Why I oughta…
Keep Circulating the Tapes.
END OF LINE
(It hasn’t happened yet)
“Good. Bad. I’m the guy with the gun.”
“You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubed hustling rube with a little taste.”
“You are a vicious bastard, Rotelli, and I’m glad you’re dead!”
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.”
I’m sure not many here have seen Shin Godzilla (I loved it!), and so this won’t be as funny, but…
“No Puppet… YOU’RE the puppet.”
JEDIT: I know the political debates aren’t movies, but this was too good to pass on.
“Final question for twenty million rupees, and he’s smiling. I guess you know the answer”
“Looks like you gonna have to close it yo’self, shitty!”
“Let’s fuck! I’ll fuck anything that moves! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“They’re coming to get you, Barbara!”
^ Good one!
I ❤️ Barbara Steele!
“To infinity… and beyond!”
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"I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. “Play for Blood,” remember? "
"No… wire… hangers.
What’s wire hangers doing in this closet when I told you: no wire hangers EVER?
I work and work 'till I’m half-dead, and I hear people saying, "She’s getting old.“
And what do I get? A daughter… who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her… as she cares about me.
What’s wire hangers doing in this closet? Answer me.
I buy you beautiful dresses, and you treat them like they were some dishrag.
You do. Three hundred dollar dress on a wire hanger. We’ll see how many you’ve got if they’re hidden somewhere.
We’ll see… we’ll see. Get out of that bed. All of this is coming out. Out. Out. Out. Out. Out. Out.
You’ve got any more? We’re gonna see how many wire hangers you’ve got in your closet. Wire hangers, why? Why? Christina,
get out of that bed. Get out of that bed.
You live in the most beautiful house in Brentwood and you don’t care if your clothes are stretched out from wire hangers.
And your room looks like some two-dollar-a-week furnished room in some two-bit back street town in Okalahoma.
Get up. Get up. Clean up this mess.”
“The exchange of bodily fluids. Do you know what that leads to?
Yeah, I do! Kids, smoking, a desire to raid the fridge…”
“Ooh-La-La? Ooh-La-La?!”
“Jesus wept.”