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“Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard.”

Good-bye horses
        I’m lying over you
               Good-bye horses
I’m lying, lying, lying over yooooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!

       sour
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TYLER

The first rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club.  

The second rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club.  

The third rule of fight club is when someone says "stop" or goes limp, 

the fight is over.  

Fourth rule is only two guys to a fight.  

Fifth rule one fight at a time.  

Sixth rule no shirts, no shoes.  

Seventh rule fights go on as long as they have to.  

And the eighth and final rule if this is your first night

at fight club, you have to fight.

       sour
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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

       sour
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JOE
But he’s OK.  If he wasn’t OK, he
wouldn’t be here.  Okay, let me
introduce everybody to everybody.
But once again, at the risk of
being redundant, if I even think I
hear somebody telling or referring
to somebody by their Christian
name…
(Joe searches for the
right words)
…you won’t want to be you.
Okay, quickly.
(pointing at the men
as he gives them a
name)
Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde,
Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr.
Pink.

MR. PINK
Why am I Mr. Pink?

JOE
Cause you’re a faggot.

Everybody laughs.

MR. PINK
Why can’t we pick out our own
colors?

JOE
I tried that once, it don’t work.
You get four guys fighting over
who’s gonna be Mr. Black. Since
nobody knows anybody else, nobody
wants to back down.  So forget it,
I pick.  Be thankful you’re not
Mr. Yellow.

MR. BROWN
Yeah, but Mr. Brown?  That’s too
close to Mr. Shit.

Everybody laughs.

MR. PINK
Yeah, Mr. Pink sounds like Mr.
Pussy. Tell you what, let me be
Mr. Purple.  That sounds good to
me, I’m Mr. Purple.

JOE
You’re not Mr. Purple, somebody
from another job’s Mr. Purple.
You’re Mr. Pink.

MR. WHITE
Who cares what your name is?  Who
cares if you’re Mr. Pink, Mr.
Purple, Mr. Pussy, Mr. Piss…

MR. PINK
Oh that’s really easy for you to
say, you’re Mr. White.  You gotta
cool-sounding name.  So tell me,
Mr. White, if you think “Mr. Pink”
is no big deal, you wanna trade?

JOE
Nobody’s trading with anybody!
Look, this ain’t a goddamn fuckin
city counsel meeting! Listen up
Mr. Pink.  We got two ways here,
my way or the highway.  And you
can go down either of ‘em.  So
what’s it gonna be, Mr. Pink?

MR. PINK
Jesus Christ, Joe.  Fuckin forget
it.  This is beneath me.  I’m Mr.
Pink, let’s move on.

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sour

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KILGORE:

I love the smell of napalm in
the morning.

One time we had a hill bombed
for 12 hours. I walked up it
when it was all over; we didn’t
find one of ‘em … not one
stinking gook body. They
slipped out in the night — but
the smell — that gasoline smell
– the whole hill – it smelled
like… victory…

sour
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The injection is ready.  Lance hands Vincent the needle.

LANCE
It’s ready, I’ll tell you what to
do.

VINCENT
You’re gonna give her the shot.

LANCE
No, you’re gonna give her the shot.

VINCENT
I’ve never does this before.

LANCE
I’ve never does this before either,
and I ain’t starting now.  You
brought ‘er here, that means you
give her the shot.  The day I bring
an O.D.ing bitch to your place,
then I gotta give her the shot.

VINCENT
Okay, what do I do?

LANCE
Well, you’re giving her an
injection of adrenalin straight to
her heart.  But she’s got a breast
plate in front of her heart, so you
gotta pierce through that.  So what
you gotta do is bring the needle
down in a stabbing motion.

VINCENT
I gotta stab her?

LANCE
If you want the needle to pierce
through to her heart, you gotta
stab her hard. Then once you do,
push down on the plunger.

VINCENT
What happens after that?

LANCE
I’m curious about that myself.

VINCENT
This ain’t a fuckin’ joke man!

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Muerte: ¿Qué paso?… Te llevó a volar y te dejó caer desde lo alto?…
Te advertí que ibas a salir herido.
Oliveiro: Es mejor herido que dormido como hasta ahora.
Muerte: ¿Te gusta sufrir?
Oliveiro: A veces una herida te recuerda que estas vivo. Es esto el amor, mi estúpida muerte, es esto, ¿pero cómo explicártelo?… Si entendieras eso, estarías viva.
Ana me partió el corazón, pero al herirlo, lo creo.
Mi pobre Ana, mi querida Ana. Nunca podré pagarte esto que hiciste en mi. Iluminastes el lado oscuro de mi corazón. Decidiste seguir pobre, dejándome a mi tan rico”

sour

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