Rick: We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night. Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you. Rick: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Now, now... Here's looking at you kid.
Casablanca
2010-04-24 18:51:35 - MrMoody: OMG I'm in a game with stunna, what is up with this?
You're not going. You left us once already!! YOU CAN'T GO! Why did you go and fight that stupid war that had NOTHING TO WITH US! Why didn't you stay like the others did ?
William Wallace: In the year of our lord thirteen fourteen, patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields of Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets. They fought like Scotsmen. And won their freedom.
Al Stephenson: You know, I had a dream. I dreamt I was home. I've had that same dream hundreds of times before. This time, I wanted to find out if it's really true. Am I really home?
Best Years Of Our Lives
2010-04-24 18:51:35 - MrMoody: OMG I'm in a game with stunna, what is up with this?
Lt. Harry Brubaker: I'm a lawyer from Denver, Colorado. Mike Forney: Then what are you doing in a smelly ditch in Korea, Sir? Lt. Harry Brubaker: I was just asking myself that same question.
The Bridges at Toko-Ri
2010-04-24 18:51:35 - MrMoody: OMG I'm in a game with stunna, what is up with this?
saxitoxin wrote:Your position is more complex than the federal tax code. As soon as I think I understand it, I find another index of cross-references, exceptions and amendments I have to apply.
Timminz wrote:Yo mama is so classless, she could be a Marxist utopia.
First Jive Dude: Shit man, that honky mus' be messin' my old lady... got to be runnin' cold upside down his head. You know? Second Jive Dude: Hey home, I can dig it. You know he ain't gonna lay no mo' big rap up on you man. First Jive Dude: I say hey sky, s'other s'ay I wan say? Second Jive Dude: UH... First Jive Dude: Pray to J I get the same ol' same ol'. Second Jive Dude: Eh. Yo knock yourself a pro slick, gray matter live performas down now take TCB'in man. First Jive Dude: Hey, you know what they say... See a broad, to get that booty yak 'em. First Jive Dude, Second Jive Dude: Leg 'er down 'n smack 'em yak 'em First Jive Dude: Cold got to be. You know? Shiiiiit.
Airplane
2010-04-24 18:51:35 - MrMoody: OMG I'm in a game with stunna, what is up with this?
saxitoxin wrote:Your position is more complex than the federal tax code. As soon as I think I understand it, I find another index of cross-references, exceptions and amendments I have to apply.
Timminz wrote:Yo mama is so classless, she could be a Marxist utopia.