Archive for May, 2012

Pic of the Day: “Bald Mountain according to tradition, is the gathering place of Satan and his followers. Here, on Walpurgnisnacht, which is the equivalent of our own Halloween, the creatures of evil gather to worship their master. Under his spell, they dance furiously until the coming of dawn and the sounds of church bells send the infernal army slinking back into their abodes of darkness.”

Pic of the Day: “Norman. The loons! The loons! They’re welcoming us back.”

Pic of the Day: “People do not give it credence that a young girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father’s blood. But it did happen. I was just 14 years of age when a coward by the name of Tom Chaney shot my father down and robbed him of his life and his horse and two California gold pieces that he carried in his trouser band. Chaney was a hired man and Papa had taken him up to Fort Smith to help lead back a string of Mustang ponies he’d bought. In town, Chaney had fallen to drink and cards and lost all his money. He got it into his head he was being cheated and went back to the boarding house for his Henry rifle. When Papa tried to intervene, Chaney shot him. Chaney fled. He could have walked his horse, for not a soul in that city could be bothered to give chase. No doubt Chaney fancied himself scot-free. But he was wrong. You must pay for everything in this world, one way and another. There is nothing free, except the grace of God.”

Pic of the Day: “I couldn’t be fonder of you if you were my own son. But, well, if you lose a son, it’s possible to get another. There’s only one Maltese Falcon.”

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Pic of the Day: “I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.” “So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

PIc of the Day: “The Ballet of The Red Shoes is from a fairy tale by Hans Andersen. It is the story of a young girl who is devoured with an ambition to attend a dance in a pair of Red Shoes. She gets the shoes and goes to the dance. For a time, all goes well and she is very happy. At the end of the evening she is tired and wants to go home, but the Red Shoes are not tired. In fact, the Red Shoes are never tired. They dance her out into the street, they dance her over the mountains and valleys, through fields and forests, through night and day. Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by, but the Red Shoes go on.” “What happens in the end?” “Oh, in the end, she dies.”

Pic of the Day: “I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That’s my dream; that’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor… and surviving.”

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Pic of the Day: “What are you drinkin’?” “A cranberry juice.” “What is it, your period?”

Pic of the Day: “I know that Moscow has planted a mole, and I know it is one of five men. Allenine: Tinker. Haydon: Tailor. Bland: Soldier. We leave out ‘Sailor,’ too much like ‘Tailor.’ Esterhase: Poorman.” “And the fifth?” “Smiley.”

Pic of the Day: “You really think you can fly that thing?” “You really think you can do all that bullshit you just said?”

Pic of the Day: “You don’t remember your name?” “No, but for some reason I remember yours.”

Pic of the Day: ♫ “Make a wish into the well / That’s all you have to do / And if you hear it echoing / Your wish will soon come true.” ♫

Pic of the Day: “Release the Kraken.”

Pic of the Day: “What is it?” “It’s the Congreve Cube.” “It looks like a big block of wood.” “It is a big block of wood. But now, it’s YOUR big block of wood.” “Thank you. I was just saying last night I don’t have enough big blocks of wood.” “Unlikely adventures require unlikely tools.”

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Pic of the Day: “Would you mind opening the window?” “Now don’t go getting any ideas, Miss Kubelik.” “I just want some fresh air.” “It’s only one story down. The best you can do is break a leg.” “So they’ll shoot me – like a horse.” “Please, Miss Kubelik, you got to promise me you won’t do anything foolish.” “Who’d care?” “I would.” “Why can’t I ever fall in love with someone nice like you?”

Pic of the Day: “Am I still in this world?” “Yes, Grandfather.” “I was afraid of that. Well, sometimes the magic works, sometimes, it doesn’t.”

Pic of the Day: “Listen. I can’t make you a great dancer. I don’t even know if I can make you a good dancer. But, if you keep trying and don’t quit, I know I can make you a better dancer. I’d like very much to do that. Stay?” “Are you going to keep yelling at me?” “Probably.”

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Pic of the Day: “They call me Cha Cha because I’m the best dancer at St. Bernadette’s.” “With the worst reputation.”

Pic of the Day: “Do you think I’m cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I’m funny?” “Sir, no, sir!” “Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face.” “Sir, yes, sir.” “Well, any fucking time, sweetheart!” “Sir, I’m trying, sir.” “Private Pyle I’m gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you!”

Pic of the Day: “If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we’re going, where we’re going afterwards. I give you five minutes when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and you’re on your own. I don’t sit in while you’re running it down. I don’t carry a gun. I drive.”

Pic of the Day: “Mongo only pawn… in game of life.”

Pic of the Day: “Listen to me. Listen to me!” “Listen to you? By what right?” “By divine right if you must, I am your king.” “No you’re not, you told me so yourself. You didn’t want it. Why should I waste my time listening?” “Because I have a right to be heard. I have a voice!” “Yes you do.”

Pic of the Day: “Why you got to go and say fifty eggs for? Why not thirty-five or thirty-nine?” “I thought it was a nice round number.”

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