"Where No Man Has Gone Before"

Well, this is it. I have read all the astrological signs. Wyatt gave me the idea after a woman from Lily Dale told him that anything one buys (big purchase item) in the next two weeks will break, I decided to check up stuff to the matter of horoscopes and astrological readings online. And it appears that it is now or never. It actually said that I made the right decision, and I shouldnt doubt the nature of the way I made it. I have to stop living in the past, and live for today and tomorrow. It also said that it was time to move on from my current job, and stop worrying about being nice about it. Huh.

So let it be written, so let it be done.

If it seems like I have been putting a shitload of blogs up, I have. Feast or Famine with me. And when it rains it pours as the saying goes.

Time for some other great quotes.

Boondock Saints

Connor: [picking out weapons and gear] Do ya know what we need, man? Some rope.

Murphy: Absolutely. What are you, insane?

Connor: No I ain't. Charlie Bronson's always got rope.

Murphy: What?

Connor: Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it.

Murphy: You've lost it, haven't ya?

Connor: No, I'm serious.

Murphy: That's stupid. Name one thing you'd need a rope for.

Connor: You don't fuckin' know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it.

Murphy: What's this 'they' shit? This isn't a movie.

Connor: Oh, right. [picks up large knife out of Murphy's bag]

Connor: Is that right, Rambo?

Murphy: All right. Get your stupid fuckin' rope.

Connor: I'll get my stupid rope. I'll get it. There's a rope right there.

___________________________________

"Sin City"

Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart.

Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.

_______________________

Marv: I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

____________________________

[voice over] John Hartigan: I take out his weapons. [shoots Junior's hand] John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them. [shoots Junior's groin]

___________________

"Reservoir Dogs"

Mr. Brown: O.K., let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.

Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?

Mr. White: A lot.

Mr. Brown: Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the Great Escape, he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a virgin."

______________________

Nice Guy Eddie: C'mon, throw in a buck!

Mr. Pink: Uh-uh, I don't tip.

Nice Guy Eddie: You don't tip?

Mr. Pink: Nah, I don't believe in it.

Nice Guy Eddie: You don't believe in tipping?

Mr. Blue: You know what these chicks make? They make shit.

Mr. Pink: Don't give me that. She don't make enough money that she can quit.

Nice Guy Eddie: I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don't ever tip?

Mr. Pink: I don't tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I'll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doing their job.

Mr. Blue: Hey, our girl was nice.

Mr. Pink: She was okay. She wasn't anything special.

Mr. Blue: What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?

Nice Guy Eddie: I'd go over twelve percent for that.

____________________

And our final movie is.... "On the Waterfront"

Terry: If I spill, my life ain't worth a nickel.

Father Barry: And how much is your soul worth if you don't?

_________________________

Charlie: Look, kid, I - how much you weigh, son? When you weighed one hundred and sixty-eight pounds you were beautiful. You coulda been another Billy Conn, and that skunk we got you for a manager, he brought you along too fast.

Terry: It wasn't him, Charley, it was you. Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night"! My night! I coulda taken Wilson apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palooka-ville! You was my brother, Charley, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short-end money.

Charlie: Oh I had some bets down for you. You saw some money.

Terry: You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charley.

_________________________

and thats that. Time to dream of drinking and such.

~Oz