e3 : “entertainment, epistemology, empowerment.”

“If your cup is small, a little bit of salt will make the water salty.
If your heart is small, then a little bit of pain can make you suffer.

Your heart must be large.”

-TNH

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People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centred;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough~

Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you, yourself, and God…

It was never between you and “them”* anyway.

Mother Theresa

*there is no “spoon”

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worker bees can leave
even drones can fly away
the queen is their slave

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Woody Harrelson - Thoughts From Within

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my BLoG is me, www.jAESEN.com, everything i am and it’s everything i am not. it’s my weakness and my stregnths. my self~confidence and esteem. my past, present and most definately my future. my blog is where i have been; places i shouldn’t have been and where i am going. it’s every thing…and,
it’s just: a blog it’s my inspiration; my generation…
and it’s never finished, it’s never “done“… always “UNDER CONSTRUCTION“… always: “a work in progress“. it is my skill; my vision and my life experience. it’s everything i’ve ever seen, heard, touched, sensed and believed in. it’s every girl i’ve ever kissed or made love to. it’s every scent that reminded me of THAT girl. it’s every poems i’ve written, every love letter i’ve experienced bliss to, every “dear~john” letter that every leveled my soul.
it’s my worst concievable fears and frustrations and it’s all of my hopes, dreams and aspirations at the very same time. it’s the beginning of the beginning… and the end of an era; it reflects my memories and magic moments and SO much more than a: phase. it’s my “home“; it’s my “happy~place“; it’s my safe~place to create and express. it’s my blog; and in a sense…. if you’re reading this? it is also YOUR blog. in describing it ~

~is describing me.

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pa⋅tri⋅ot   / Pronunciation: [pey-tree-uht, -ot or, especially Brit., pa-tree-uht]
–noun

1. a person who loves, supports, and defends his or her country and its interests with devotion.

2. a person who regards himself or herself as a defender, esp. of individual rights, and personal liberties against presumed interference by the federal government.

“If Tyranny and Oppression come to this land,
it will be in the guise of fighting a foreign enemy.”
James Madison

“The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government.”
Thomas Jefferson

“If this be treason,
…make the most of it!”
Patrick Henry

“Let every nation know,
whether it wishes us well or ill,
that we shall pay any price,
bear any burden,
meet any hardship,
support any friend,
oppose any foe
to assure the survival and the success of liberty”.
John F. Kennedy

And,
read each word slowly and with care:

We

hold these truths

to be self-evident

that all men

are created equal;

that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain inalienable rights;

that among these are: life,

liberty,

and the pursuit of happiness.

The Declaration of Independence of these united states

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“The only way to optimize your health is to:
eat what you don’t want,
drink what you don’t like,
and do what you’d rather not do physically.”

- Mark Twain

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“Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid.“

Canadian author and pastor: Basil King

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Introduction: Who is Banksy ? In a world where the face of a politician, actor or artist is generally as widely recognized as their influence and work Banksy has struggled for years to maintain the mystery of his identity. He has created work around the world with messages ranging from subversive to downright silly but little is known for sure about his background - though much has been speculated and many have claimed to have figured out who he really is.

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“Dew yah’ lack daahgs?”

“yah, shure. I lack daahgs~
Bud die lack care ah vantz bett-ah.”

sNATch:

Memorable quotes for:
Snatch. (2000) More at IMDb Pro »

Customs official: Anything to declare?
Avi: Yeah. Don’t go to England.

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Avi: Should I call you Bullet? Tooth?
Bullet Tooth Tony: You can call me “_susaen” if it makes you happy.

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Bullet Tooth Tony: You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.

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Brick Top:
Do you know what “nemesis” means?
“A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent.”
Personified in this case by an ‘orrible cunt: me.

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Avi: Tony.
Bullet Tooth Tony: What?
Avi: Look in the dog.
Bullet Tooth Tony: What do you mean “look in the dog?”
Avi: I mean open him up.
Bullet Tooth Tony: It’s not as if he’s a tin of baked beans! What do you mean “open him up”?

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Turkish: Well, do you want to do it?
Mickey: That depends.
Turkish: On what?
Mickey: On you buying this caravan. Not the rouge one, the rose.
Turkish: It’s not the same caravan.
Mickey: It’s not the same fight.
Turkish: It’s twice the fucking size of the last one.
Mickey: Turkish, the fight is twice the size. And me ma still needs a caravan. I like to look after me ma. It’s a fair deal. Take it.
Turkish: Mickey, you’re lucky we aren’t worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart’s mobile palace is a little fucking rich.
[Realizes his mistake]
Turkish: I wasn’t calling your mum a tart. I just meant…
Mickey: Ah, save your breath for cooling your porridge. Now, look…
Mickey: [starts talking incoherently] I want the hector two roof lights, with the discover cushions and the matching side stripe caravan.
Mickey: Right. And she’s terribly partial to the periwinkle blue, boss. Have I made myself clear, lads?
Turkish: Yeah, that’s perfectly clear, Mickey. Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague.
[to Tommy]
Turkish: Did you understand a single word of what he just said?

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Bullet Tooth Tony: Boris the Blade? As in Boris the Bullet-Dodger?
Avi: Why do they call him the Bullet-Dodger?
Bullet Tooth Tony: ‘Cause he dodges bullets, Avi.

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Avi: Eighty-six carats.
Rosebud: Where?
Avi: London.
Rosebud: London?
Avi: London.
Avi’s Colleague: London?
Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup ‘o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins… LONDON.

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Turkish: You show me how to control a wild fucking gypsy and I’ll show you how to control an unhinged, pig-feeding gangster.
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Vinny: Why are we stopped here? What’s wrong with that spot?
Tyrone: It’s too tight.
Vinny: Too tight? You could land a jumbo fucking jet in that.

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Vinny: I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the fuck can he get away from?

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Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.
Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you’ve got your parties mangled up. There’s no pussy here, just a dose that’ll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you’ve got “Replica” written down the side of your gun…
[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns]
Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I’ve got “Desert Eagle point five O”…
[Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine…
[They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now… Fuck off!

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Brick Top: Listen, you fucking fringe, if I throw a dog a bone, I don’t want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I’m walking, and I’ll cut your fucking Jacobs off. ——————————————————————————–
Tommy: Who took the jam outta your doughnut?
Turkish: You took the fucking jamm outta my doughnut, Tommy. You did.

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Brick Top: I don’t care if he’s Muhammad I’m hard Bruce Lee. You can’t change fighters.

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[Tyrone just backed into Franky Four Fingers' van]
Tyrone: I didn’t see it there.
Vinny: It’s a four ton truck, Tyrone. Its not as if it’s a bag of fucking peanuts, is it?
Tyrone: It was a funny angle.
[All three turn and look back at the truck]
Vinny: It’s behind you Tyrone. Whenever you reverse, things come from behind you.

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Turkish: What’s happening with them sausages, Charlie?
Sausage Charlie: Five minutes, Turkish.
Turkish: It was two minutes five minutes ago.

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Policeman: So, what you doin here?
Turkish: I’m taking the dog for a walk. What’s the problem?
Policeman: What’s in the car?
Turkish: Seats and a steering wheel.

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Mickey: Good dags. D’ya like dags?
Tommy: Dags?
Mickey: What?
Mrs. O’Neil: Yeah, dags.
Tommy: Oh, dogs.
Sure, I like dags.
I like caravans more.

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Tyrone: I don’t want that dog dribbling on my seats.
Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.

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[pricing a diamond for Bad Boy Lincoln]
Sol: No, it’s a moissanite.
Bad Boy Lincoln: A what-a-nite?
Sol: A moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. It’s Mickey Mouse, mate. Spurious. Not genuine. And it’s worth… Fuck-all.

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Bullet Tooth Tony: I want to know who blagged Brick-Top’s bookies.
Mullet: Do me a favor, Ton!
Bullet Tooth Tony: I will do you a favor, Mullet. I’ll not get out of this car and bash the living fuck out of you in front of all your girlfriends.
[Mullet hunkers down to the car window]
Mullet: Got to make it worth my while, mate. Jesus, Tony, you know that…
[Tony seizes his tie and rolls up the window, wedging Mullet's head in it]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Comfortable, Mullet? It seems sadly ironic that it’s that tie that’s got you into this pickle. Now you just take all the time you want.
[He starts the car forward]
Mullet: What the fuck are you doing, Ton?
Bullet Tooth Tony: I’m driving down the street with your head stuck in my window. What do you think I’m doing, you pen-ass?
Mullet: Slow down, Ton.
Bullet Tooth Tony: [sniffs] You been using dogshit for toothpaste, Mullet?
Mullet: Slow down, Ton! Slow down, Tony!
Bullet Tooth Tony: I don’t think I’ll slow down. I think I’ll speed up. You can play some music if you like.
[He turns on the radio; Madonna's "Lucky Star" is playing]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Oh, I love this track.
Mullet: I think…
Bullet Tooth Tony: Yes, Mullet?
Mullet: I think it’s two black guys, in a pawn shop on Smith street.
Bullet Tooth Tony: You better not be telling me porky pies.
Mullet: I’m fucking telling you, it’s two black guys who work off a pawn shop in fucking Smith Street!
Avi: That’s very effective, Tony. It’s not too subtle, but effective.
[Tony accelerates and turns toward Smith Street]
Avi: Are we taking him with us?
[Tony rolls down the window, releasing Mullet's head and dumping him on the roadside]
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Turkish: I can’t make him fight, can I?
Brick Top: You’re not much use to me alive are you, Turkish?

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Errol: Fuckface, who’s speaking to you? He asked him, didn’t he?
Turkish: Fuckface… I like that one Errol. I’ll have to remember that one next time I’m climbing off yer mum.
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Turkish: Well the rabbit gets fucked.
Tommy: [pauses] Proper fucked?
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Turkish: [voice over] Boris the Blade, or Boris “the Bullet Dodger.” As bent as the Soviet’s sickle, and as hard as the hammer that crosses it. Apparently, it’s impossible to kill the bastard.
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Alex Denovitz: What about Tony?
Alex Denovitz: You know, Bullet Tooth Tony.
Avi: Who’s Bullet Tooth…?
Charlie: Tony!
Bullet Tooth Tony: You silly fuck.
Doug the Head: He’s a liability.
Alex Denovitz: He’ll find you Moses and the burning bush, if you pay him to!

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Brick Top: You’re always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.
Sol: Would someone mind telling me, who are you?
Brick Top: And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it’s no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed ‘em to the pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies’ digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don’t want to go sievin’ through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression,:

“…As greedy as a pig”.

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Sol: You ain’t from this planet are you, Vincent? Who is gonna mug two black fellas, holding pistols, sat in a car that is worth less than your shirt?
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Sol: What the fuck is that?
Vinny: Heh heh. This is a shotgun, Sol.
Sol: It’s a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.
Vinny: Well I wanna raise some pulses, don’t I?
Sol: You’ll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.

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[after cleaning out Turkish's Safe]
Brick Top: He’s been a busy little bastard, that Turkish.
Errol: I think you’ve let him get away with enough already, Guv’nor.
Brick Top: It’ll get you in a lot of trouble thinking, Errol. If I were you, I wouldn’t do too much of it.

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[while robbing the bookies]
Sol: Are you all right there Vincent?
Vinny: I would be if you stopped using my name.

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Brick Top: Pull your tongue out of my arsehole, Gary. Dogs do that. You’re not a dog, are ya Gary?
Gary: No, no I’m not.
Brick Top: But you do have all the characteristics of a dog, Gary. All except loyalty.
[Errol zaps Gary]
Turkish: [Voice over] It’s rumored that Brick Top’s favorite means of dispatch involves a stun gun, a plastic bag, a roll of tape, and a pack of hungry pigs.
Brick Top: You’re a ruthless little cunt, Liam, I’ll give you that. But I got no time for grassers.
[John throws a plastic bag over Liam's head and suffocates him]
Brick Top: Feed ‘em to the pigs, Errol.
[to the two boxers, who are now staring in horror]
Brick Top: What the fuck are you two looking at?

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[Brick-Top's men have Turkish pinned on the floor. Errol raises a sword to strike, then Tommy appears with his dud pistol]
Tommy: Turkish, get your arse up. Any of you lot follow me, and I’ll fucking shoot you.
Errol: Easy, old son. Calm down.
Tommy: I’m the one who’s got the gun, son. It’s you who I think ought to calm down.
[Errol takes a step forward. Tommy cocks the gun and sticks it right in his face]
Tommy: Go ahead. You want to see if I’ve got the minerals?
[Brick-Top's men don't move as Tommy backs out of the slot parlor, then runs after Turkish]
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Brick Top: What do you think, Errol?
Errol: I think we should drip-dry them, Guv’nor, while we have the chance.
Brick Top: It was a rhetorical question, Errol. What have I told you about thinking?
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Gorgeous George: Get back down or you will not be coming up next time.
[watches as Mickey warms up]
Gorgeous George: Oh, bollocks to you. This is sick. I’m out of here.
Mickey: You’re not going anywhere, you thick lump.
[Pulls off his shirt]
Mickey: You stay until the job’s done.
[kisses his good luck charms and knocks Gorgeous out with a single punch]
Turkish: [narrating] It turned out that the sweet-talking, tattoo-sporting pikey was a gypsy bare-knuckle boxing champion. Which makes him harder than a coffin nail. Right now, that’s the last thing on Tommy’s mind. If Gorgeous doesn’t wake up in the next few minutes, Tommy knows he’ll be buried with him. Why would the gypsies go through the trouble of explaining why a man died in their campsite when they can bury the pair of them and just move camp? It’s not like they got social security numbers, is it? Tommy - the tit - is praying. And if he isn’t, he fucking should be.

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Sol: He’s a natural, ain’t you Tyrone?
Tyrone: ‘course I am…
[reverses into parked van]
Vinny: A natural fucking idiot.

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Turkish: It’s an unlicensed boxing match. It’s not a tickling competition. These lads are out to hurt each other.

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Sol: I’m not in here to make a fucking bet.
Female Bookie: ‘Preciated, but all… bets… are… off. If all bets are off, then there can’t be any money can’t there?
Sol: I’m not fucking buying that.
Female Bookie: Well that’s handy, ’cause I ain’t fucking selling it. It’s a fact.

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Turkish: You aren’t exactly Mister Current Affairs are you, Tommy? “Mad Fist” went mad, and “The Gun,” shot himself.
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Bullet Tooth Tony: A bookie’s got blagged last night.
Avi: Blagged? Speak English to me, Tony. I thought this country spawned the fucking language, and so far nobody seems to speak it.

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Franky Four Fingers: So the biblical scholars mis-translated the Hebrew word for “young woman” into the Greek word for “virgin,” which was a pretty easy mistake to make, since there is only a subtle difference in the spelling. But back then it was the “virgin” that caught people’s attention. It’s not every day a virgin conceives and bears a son. So you keep that for a couple of hundred years, and the next thing you know, you have the Roman Catholic church.

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Avi: Tony, there is a man I’d like you to find.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Well, that depends on all the elements in the equation. How many are there?
Avi: Forty thousand.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Where was he last seen?
Doug the Head: At a bookie’s.
Bullet Tooth Tony: A bookie’s… pass us the blower, Susi.

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Doug the Head: Avi, I’m not telepathic.
Cousin Avi: Well you’re plenty fucking stupid, I’ll give you that. Do you know why they call him Franky “Four Fingers” Doug? Because he makes stupid bets with dangerous people, and when he doesn’t pay up, they give him te chop, Doug. And I’m not talking about his fucking fore-skin either.

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Cousin Avi: Is there gambling involved?
Doug the Head: It’s a boxing match, Avi, a boxing match.
Cousin Avi: Did he have a case with him?
Doug the Head: Yes, he had a case.
Cousin Avi: And this schmuck is gambling? You’re talking about Franky “I’ve got a problem with gambling” fucking Four Fingers Doug.
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Vinny: The dog.

The dog must have ate it.

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[standing over Franky's body]
Bad Boy Lincoln: What has he got a tea cozy on his head for?
Sol: [sarcastic] To keep his head warm.
Bad Boy Lincoln: Well, what’s the matter with him?
Vinny: He’s been shot in the face, Lincoln. I would’ve thought that was obvious.

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Mickey: I’ll tell ya what. I’ll do it for a caravan.
Turkish: For what?
Pikeys: For a caravan.
Tommy: It was us who wanted a caravan.
[looking around]
Tommy: Anyway, what’s wrong with this one?
Mickey: It’s not for me. It’s for me ma.
Turkish: Your what?
Pikeys: His ma.

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Sol: You are a bad-boy yardie, and bad-boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies.
Bad Boy Lincoln: I create the bodies. I don’t erase the bodies.

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Franky Four Fingers: I have stones to sell, fat to chew, and many different men to see about many different dogs, so if I am not rushing you…
Doug the Head: Slow down, Franky, my son. When in Rome…
Franky Four Fingers: I am not in Rome, Doug. I am in a rush.

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Boris ‘The Blade’ Yurinov: Give me the stone.
Vinny: [pointing] It’s in the case.
Boris ‘The Blade’ Yurinov: What?
[takes out his earplugs]
Vinny: It’s in the case!
Boris ‘The Blade’ Yurinov: You put the stone in the case? Then open the case and give me the stone.
Sol: The only man who knew the combination… you just shot.

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Turkish: For ever action, there is a reaction. And a Pikey reaction… is quite a fucking thing.

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Errol: Looks like we’re in, guv’nor.
Brick Top: Goody gumdrops. Get us a cup of tea, would you, Errol?

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Gorgeous George: It’s a camp site, a pikey campsite…
Tommy: Ten points.
Gorgeous George: What we doing here?
Tommy: We’re buying a caravan.
Gorgeous George: Off a pack of fuckin’ pikeys? What’s wrong with you? This will get messy.
Tommy: Well not if you’re here.
Gorgeous George: Oh, you bastard! I fuckin’ hate pikeys!

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Tommy: The human body hasn’t got used to dairy products yet.
Turkish: Well fuck me Tommy. What have you been reading?

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Boris ‘The Blade’ Yurinov: [referring to Tommy's gun] Heavy is good, heavy is reliable. If it doesn’t work you can always hit them with it.

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[from a deleted scene]
Errol: You’re a dead man, Tony! You hear me? A fucking dead man!
Brick Top: Oi! What’s going on in there?
Errol: He’s pissed in my fucking pocket!
Brick Top: Oh, shut up, Errol. Get back in your fucking pram. Tony, ain’t you house-trained?

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[Gorgeous George has just been knocked out]
Tommy: We’ve lost Gorgeous George.
Brick Top: Shhh. You’re going to have to repeat that.
Tommy: We’ve lost Gorgeous George.
Brick Top: Well, where’d you lose him? He ain’t a set of fucking car keys, is he? And it ain’t as if he’s incon-fucking-spicuous now, is it?

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Vinny: Wow! That’s a great load off me mind. Now, if you wouldn’t mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course!

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Turkish: All he’s gotta do is stay down.
[Mickey suddenly rises from the mat and knocks out Anderson with a single punch]
Turkish: *Now* we are fucked.

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[last lines]
Turkish: [narrating] Tommy persuaded me to keep the dog. I eventually agreed, as long as he took it to a vet. I couldn’t stand that squeaking any more. The vet found half an undigested shoe, a squeaky toy, and an 84-carat diamond lodged in its stomach. It’s quite amazing what can happen in a week. Still didn’t shut it up though. So what do you do? You go to see the man that knows about these sort of things.
Turkish: So what do you think? Do you know anyone who’d be interested?
Doug the Head: I might.

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Carpe Diem

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Lake: GreenLake / Seattle; Washington
Quote: Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

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“Underneath the spreading chestnut tree, i sold you…

and

you sold me.”

“The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the “good of others”; We are interested solely in: power.
Not wealth or luxury or long life or happiness: only power, pure power.
What pure power means you will understand presently.
We are different from all the oligarchies of the past, in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites.
The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods,
but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just round the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal.

We are not like that.

We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it.
Power is not a means; it is an end.
One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution;
one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship.
The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture.
The object of power is power.”

“We are not content with negative obedience,
nor even with the most abject submission.

When finally you surrender to us, it must be of your own free will.

We do not destroy the heretic because he resists us; so long as he resists us we never destroy him. We convert him, we capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We burn all evil and all illusion out of him; we bring him over to our side, not in appearance, but genuinely, heart and soul. We make him one of ourselves before we kill him. It is intolerable to us that an erroneous thought should exist anywhere in the world, however secret and powerless it may be. Even in the instance of death we cannot permit any deviation . . . we make the brain perfect before we blow it out.”

User3rror - 2008-06-27 01:55:31
JFK was the best president that I know of:
“The very word secrecy is repugnant in a free and open society… for we are opposed around the world, by a monolythic and ruthless conspiracy…
It is a system which has conscripted was human and material rescources into the building of a thightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific, and political operations.
… I am asking your help with the tremendous task of informing and alerting the American people, confident that with your help man will be what he was born to be:
Free and Independant”.

Full spoken quotation here:

bluezombie - 2008-03-14 08:42:56
“Governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.” –Thomas Jefferson

In other words, they can’t do it to you without at least your tacit permission. See also:

“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” –Edmund Burke

Dizzley - 2008-04-01 16:35:55
Wherever people are told that the enemy is waiting to pounce,
that it’s better for individuals to lose their rights for the good of the homeland,
that to disagree is to be unpatriotic - then is it 1984.

We are becoming Winston Smiths - trying to live our quiet little lives in a world of newspeak.
Relieved that, at least for today, the boot won’t meet our own face.
Big brother is watching you and today he guards the interests of business and hollow old men.

“Homeland security” - a phrase which sounds like honey and smells like jackboots.

“A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness,
a desire to kill,
to torture,
to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one’s will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic.

And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract,
undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.”

“We shall abolish the orgasm.
Our neurologists are at work upon it now.
There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party.
There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother.
There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy.
There will be no art, no literature, no science.
When we are omnipotent there will be no need of science.
There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness.
There will be no curiosity~ no enjoyment of the process of life.
All competing pleasures will be destroyed.
But always—do not forget this Winston—always there will be the intoxication of power,
constantly
increasing
and constantly growing subtler.

Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.”

JP - 2008-03-14 12:05:09
“Those who think 1984 is a criticism of “the left” are ignorant of the beliefs of Orwell. He was a convinced man of the left but he was disgusted with the totalitarian USSR and marxist-leninism.

He believed in social justice and individual freedom, just like any modern left-winger, unlike the right who are only, in the words of John Kenneth Galbraith:
“[The modern conservative is] engaged in one of man’s oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness.”
Totalitarian ideologies exist on all degrees of the scale, from left to right: soviet communism, present day chinese state-capitalism (modern maoist communism), north-korean communism, mussolini fascism, franco fascism, pinochet militaristic fascism, burmese military fascism and so on and on… Right now, in the US, the White House right-wing hawks are the ones to look out for when it comes to paving the way of Big Brother!”

Matt - 2008-03-14 19:05:57
“Left, right.. just different sides on the same two-headed beast.”

Morgan - 2008-03-13 07:36:51
believe it or not, my friend’s kid got suspended from school 2 years back for writing his book report on 1984 and relating it to present day America. The teacher actually called the essay : “unpatriotic“. Insanity..

For your health - 2008-03-13 09:42:58
Remember kids: BIG BROTHER IS A PEDOPHILE!

If he promises you a toy or candy?
Yeah,…that means he’s trying to f*ck you.

If he gets his hands on you? It may already be too late to say “no“.

Big Brother is a known member of the NAGCLA -
North American Government-Citizen Love Association.

If you see Big Brother in your neighborhood:

break his “security” cameras with rocks
and never, ever get into his van…
even when he offers you a Barbie~doll
AND
a new puppy’.

Everybody is equal, but some are more equal then others…

O’Brien’s_daughter - 2008-06-06 08:24:28
Winston: Does Big Brother exist?
O’Brien: Of course He exists.
Winston: Does he exist like you or me?
O’Brien:

“You

do not

exist.”

Hiraghm - 2008-11-19 14:06:3o
To see a newer, more accurate view of the future, go to Baen books’
website and read:
“Fallen Angels”.
“The political war has not been between left and right for a long time.
It has been between far left and near left.
The Founding Fathers gave voice to ‘equality‘,
but they believed in ‘individual liberty’,
and built the nation to embrace this as much as possible.

If the government does something for you, it is only so they can tell you what to do.
If they bail out your business, they want to dictate your business practices.
If they give you welfare, they want to dictate your lifestyle.

Everyone in today’s USA has fallen into the hobby of social engineering.
Whether it’s a tax on tobacco or gas, or “spreading the wealth” ~it’s playing games with peoples’ lives. The graduated income tax, with its deductions and ‘credits’, dictates to people who they are, what work they should do, and how much money they make without being punished for their success.

Group politics goes beyond just controlling behavior, but controlling what people think.

Do you really think the views on race-relations, sexuality, education, what words and ideas must and must not be expressed, and culture in general just changed over the years? That desegregation, the constant, sometimes subtle indoctrination of Hollywood, the endless governmentt programs that accomplished nothing beyond forcing people to change their behavior had no effect upon later generations’ way of viewing the world?

I’m not judging whether the changes were good or bad;
I’m asserting that they were coerced.

And nobody should have the right to coerce anyone else to change their way of thinking.”

The future is here,

and it is bleak.

“He gazed up at the enormous face.
Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden
beneath the dark moustache.

O cruel, needless misunderstanding!

O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast!

Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose.
But it was all right,
everything
was all right.
The struggle was finished.

He had won the victory

over himself.

He loved Big Brother.”

WAR is PEACE.
FREEDOM is SLAVERY.
IGNORANCE is STREGNTH.

If you see something; SAY SOMETHING.
CONTACT THE MINISTRY OF LOVE

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I’m looking for what I want to give myself and I’ve come to:
Great reserves of power and strength.

I don’t want to be scared.

`Anon

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Change your heart, look around you.

“Open your heart,

it will astound you”.

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