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So there's me an Amy, and we're all
inseparable, right? Just big time in
love. And then about four months in,
I ask about the ex-boyfriend. Dumb
move, I know, but you know how it is -
you don't really want to know, but you
just have to... stupid guy bullsh__.
Anyway she starts telling me all about
him - how they dated for years, lived
together, her mother likes me better,
blah, blah, blah - and I'm okay. But
then she tells me that a couple times,
he brought other people to bed with
them - menage a tois, I believe it's
called. Now this just blows my mind.
I mean, I'm not used to that sort of
thing, right? I was raised Catholic.
So I get weirded out, and just start
blasting her, right? This is the only
way I can deal with it - by calling
her a slut, and telling her that she
was used - I mean, I'm out for blood I
want to hurt her - because I don't
know how to deal with what I'm
feeling. And I'm like "What the f___
is wrong with you?" and she's telling
me that it was that time, in that
place, and she didn't do anything
wrong, so she's not gonna apologize.
So I tell her it's over, and I walk.
No, idiot. It was a mistake. I
wasn't disgusted with her, I was
afraid. At that moment, I felt small -
like I'd lacked experience, like I'd
never be on her level or never be
enough for her or something.
And what I didn't get was that she
didn't care. She wasn't looking for
that guy anymore. She was looking for
me. But by the time I realized this,
it was too late, you know. She'd
moved on, and all I had to show for it
was some foolish pride, which then
gave way to regret. She was the girl,
I know that now. But I pushed her away...
So I've spent every day since then
chasing Amy...So to speak.
 
You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfvckers. Motherfvckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don't.
 

"I know what you're thinking, did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?"
 
Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing.
 
"...So everyday that you see me, that is on the worst day of my life."

"What about today Peter, is today the worst day of your life?"
 
Reporter: Hey, word down at Division is you guys can't take this hill. What do you have to say about that? In fact, Senator Kennedy says you guys don't have a chance at all.
Sgt. Frantz: You really like this sh!t, don't you? It's your job. A story. You're waiting here like a fvcking vulture. Watching for somebody to die, so you can take a picture.
Reporter: It's my job.
Sgt Frantz: I've got more respect for those little bastards up there. At least they take a side. You just take pictures. You probably don't even do your own fucking. Now, unass my AO.
Reporter: What?
Frantz: You listen to me. We're gonna take this fvcking hill, newsman. I see you on the top taking pictures of any of my people...I will blow your fvcking head off. Now you haven't earned the right to be here. Do you understand that?
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One of my favorite exchanges in a movie.
 
i dont know how to say this, but im kind of a big deal. i have many leather bound books, and my apartment smells of rich mahogany
 
"Whoa"

"Who stepped on the duck?"

"Is that your grandson? Good lookiin kid. Now I see why tigers eat their young."

" we have on the bags, Whos on first, What's on second, I Don't Know is on third..."
 
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