Monday, May 7, 2007
JOE: The sky is blue, water is wet, women have secrets. Who gives a fuck?
MILO: Can we get a formal introduction?
JOE: Who gives a fuck? You're the bad guy, right?
MILO: I am the bad guy.
JOE: And I'm supposed to be trembling with fear. Something like that, right?
MILO: Something like that.
JOE: Fine. I'll start trembling in a minute.
JIMMY: Maybe I could take your daughter horseback riding. How old is she?
JOE: She's 13, and if you even look at her funny I'm gonna shove an umbrella up your ass and open it.
JOE: This is the nineties. You don't just go around punching people. You have to say something cool first.
JOE: Nobody likes you. Everybody hates you. You're gonna lose. Smile, you fuck.
SULLY: Here's twenty dollars to get some beers in Val Verde. It'll give us all a little more time with your daughter.
JOHN MATRIX: You're a funny man, Sully. I like you. That's why I'm going to kill you last.
Well, what do you wanna hear, man? Do you wanna hear that sometimes I think about eating a bullet? Huh? Well, I do! I even got a special bullet for the occasion with a hollow point. Make sure it blows the back of my goddamned head out and do the job right! Every single day I wake up and I think of a reason not to do it. Every single day! You know why I don't do it? This is gonna make you laugh; you know why I don't do it? The job! DOING. THE JOB. Now that's the reason!
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Here we go again, bro...just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real 'number ten,' remember? Whole platoon, 32 men, chopped into meat. We walk out, just you and me, right on top, not a scratch. Not a fucking scratch. You know, whoever got you, they'll come back again. And when he does I'm gonna cut your name right into him. I'M GONNA CUT YOUR NAME RIGHT INTO HIM.