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HEATHERS
STAR TREK
SWEENEY TODD: THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET

sixth of july two thousand and nine. no words

 i want to create a new world for myself, where everything is not only beautiful, but simple also.

 I'm not sure i know what time it is, these days.

 i want to curl up in your arms and remember the days when the sun shined down on us and we made as many wishes as there were stars in the sky.

 i want to be who you want me to be
while being me
and i'm not trying to break anything
but i seem to be shattering in the process
and the cracks in my plan are beginning to show
so take it
take it all.
take everything you can
before the storm catches up,
and you become lost in its chaos.

 ingrid michaelson: the storm is coming soon, it rolls in from the sea.

 i feel like my entire being is shaking
and i've forgotten what it feels like to breathe.

 it's not what i thought it would be.
but you're all i want you to be.





16/05/09: 1K W/JL. In theatre. wish it had never happened.

 are you giving up on midnight conversations beneath the technological sky?

 and you and i will sit by the side of the road, sipping at dr pepper and popping jelly tots till the sun sets.

 like brand new eyes
and whispered words
i am me
you are you
and we are separate beings
once again.

 can't you hear me calling?
begging?
crying out?
asking for help.
tell me.

 J.D.: People will look at the ashes of Westerburg and say, "Now there's a school that self-destructed, not because society didn't care, but because the school was society." Now that's deep. 

Veronica Sawyer: What is your damage, Heather?

Heather Chandler: Grow up Heather, bulimia's so '87. 

Heather Duke: Veronica, why are you pulling my dick? 

Veronica Sawyer: Dear Diary: Heather told me she teaches people "real life." She said, real life sucks losers dry. You want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly. I said, so, you teach people how to spread their wings and fly? She said, yes. I said, you're beautiful. 

Veronica Sawyer: This may seem like a really stupid question... 
J.D.: There *are* no stupid questions. 
Veronica Sawyer: You inherit 5 million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and say they're going to blow it up in 2 days. What do you do? 
J.D.: That's the stupidest question I've ever heard. 

Veronica Sawyer: You're a rebel? You think you're a rebel? You're not a rebel you're fucking psychotic! 

Veronica Sawyer: If you were happy every day of your life you wouldn't be a human being. You'd be a game-show host. 

Heather Chandler: Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw

Veronica Sawyer: Suicide gave Heather depth, Kurt a soul, and Ram a brain. I don't know what it's given me, but I have no control over myself when I'm with J.D. Are we going to prom or to hell? 

 Walter Sobchak: [shouted repeatedly while smashing a car with a crow bar] 
[shouts] 
Walter Sobchak: This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass! 

The Dude: Also, my rug was stolen. 
Younger Cop: The rug was in the car? 
The Dude: No. It was here. 
Younger Cop: [eager] Oh, separate incidents. 
Maude Lebowski: [on answering machine] Jeffrey, this is Maude Lebowski. I need to see you. I'm the one who took your rug. 
Younger Cop: Well. I guess we can close the file on that one. 

The Dude: It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh... 
Donny: I am the walrus. 
The Dude: You know what I'm trying to say... 
Donny: I am the walrus. 
Walter Sobchak: That fucking bitch... 
The Dude: Oh yeah! 
Donny: I am the walrus. 
Walter Sobchak: Shut the fuck up, Donny! V.I. Lenin. Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov! 
Donny: What the fuck is he talking about, Dude? 

The Dude: Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not "Mr. Lebowski". You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing. 

The Big Lebowski: What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski? 
The Dude: Dude. 
The Big Lebowski: Huh? 
The Dude: Uhh... I don't know sir. 
The Big Lebowski: Is it being prepared to do the right thing, whatever the cost? Isn't that what makes a man? 
The Dude: Hmmm... Sure, that and a pair of testicles. 

 and i admit defeat.
i apologize for holding my ground for so long.
you broke me,
not in the way you hoped for.
all those days of masks,
days of sunlight,
wasted.
soon to be forgotten.

 Judd: All problems solved for life. No commies and no queers. 


Fowler: I have half a mind to ask Barclay for permission to beat you! 
Tommy Judd: Well, you've half a mind. We can all agree on that. 


Guy Bennett: Fame or infamy, what does it matter? I shan't be forgotten. 


Fowler: Are you trying to be clever or something? 
Tommy Judd: I don't have to try, I am clever. 


Tommy Judd: You know... What I really hate about cricket, is that it is such a damned good game. 
Guy Bennett: Ah! Judd's Paradox. Of course, cricket is a fundamental part of the capitalist conspiracy. 
Tommy Judd: Of course. 
Guy Bennett: One only has to observe the two of them seen. There's the Proletariat forced to labour in the field, while the Bourgeoisie indulges in the pleasures of batting and bowling. 
Tommy Judd: Quite. 
Guy Bennett: I mean, there's every reason to suppose 
[pause] 
Guy Bennett: ... that the game ultimately derives from the wholly unjustified right of the medieval lord to the unpaid labour of villains and serfs at haymaking and harvest. 
Tommy Judd: You know, you're really beginning to get the idea. 
Guy Bennett: Thanks. 


Guy Bennett: There's a little hollow at the base of his throat which make me want to pour honey all over him, and lick it off again. 

 The Grandson: A book? 
Grandpa: That's right. When I was your age, television was called books. And this is a special book. It was the book my father used to read to me when I was sick, and I used to read it to your father. And today I'm gonna read it to you. 
The Grandson: Has it got any sports in it? 
Grandpa: Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles... 
The Grandson: Doesn't sound too bad. I'll try to stay awake. 
Grandpa: Oh, well, thank you very much, very nice of you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming. 

Inigo Montoya: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. 

Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. 
Buttercup: But how can you be sure? 
Westley: This is true love - you think this happens every day? 

Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*. 
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*. 
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*. 
Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm*. 
Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme. 
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time. 
Vizzini: Enough of that. 
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead? 
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead. 
Vizzini: No more rhyming now, I mean it. 
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut? 
Vizzini: DYEEAAHHHHHH. 

Inigo Montoya: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you. 
Westley: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. 

Fezzik: We face each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone. 
Man in Black: You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword, and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people? 
Fezzik: [brandishing rock] I could kill you now. 
Man in Black: I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting. 
Fezzik: It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise. 

Inigo Montoya: Are you the Miracle Max who worked for the king all those years? 
Miracle Max: The King's stinking son fired me, and thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you're at it, why don't you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it? We're closed. 

[as Buttercup prepares to commit suicide with a dagger] 
Westley: There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours. 

 and when we get off this fairground ride, 
i won't {don't want to} ever see your face again.