From The Big Sleep:My, my, my! Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains.
-------------------------------------—————— ————————--Ignorance is a powerful tool if applied at the right time, even, usually, surpassing knowledge(E.J.Potter, A.K.A. The Michigan Madman)
Posts: 8455 | Location: Livingston County Michigan USA | Registered: August 11, 2002
Two minutes to get onto the 101. Transition to the 110 to the 10 and exit on Normandie is four minutes. North on Normandie is five minutes. Two minutes to south Union cause there's roadwork. Thirteen plus one for shit happens.
Posts: 10665 | Location: NV | Registered: July 04, 2004
Again in the Damned Dont cry, Joan Crawford sayson't talk to me about self-respect. That's something you tell yourself you got when you got nothing else. What kind of self-respect is there living on aspirin tablets and chicken salad sandwiches?
Posts: 17643 | Location: Stuck at home | Registered: January 02, 2015
No, venti is twenty. Large is large. In fact, tall is large and grande is Spanish for large. Venti is the only one that doesn't mean large. It's also the only one that's Italian. Congratulations, you're stupid in three languages.
Posts: 10665 | Location: NV | Registered: July 04, 2004
I watched the usual suspects for the 30th+ time last night. I like a lot of little lines form that movie, most from Hockney's character.
6 cops come to arrest Hockney and freak out as he reaches under the car for a rag to wipe his face. He says "You think you brought enough guys?"
Interrogator says he can put Hockney in Queens on the night of the heist. "I live in Queens... you come up with that yourself or do you have a team of moneys working around the clock on this?"
Fenster talks about being strip searched and says "I had a guy's finger up my asshole tonight" to which Hockney replies "Is it Friday already?"
I'm gonna vote for the funniest frog with the loudest croak on the highest log.
Posts: 10630 | Location: Marietta, GA | Registered: February 10, 2009
You see this is my life. It always will be. There's nothing else. Just us, and the cameras, and those wonderful people out there in the dark. All right Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.
Posts: 10665 | Location: NV | Registered: July 04, 2004
on't talk to me about self-respect. That's something you tell yourself you got when you got nothing else. What kind of self-respect is there living on aspirin tablets and chicken salad sandwiches?
