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Pic of the Day: “Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can’t win. It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?” “Because I choose to.”
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Pic of the Day: “And now, on with the opera. Let joy be unconfined. Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons, and necking in the parlor.”
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Pic of the Day: “This is war, Peacock. Casualties are inevitable. You can not make an omelet without breaking eggs, every cook will tell you that.” “But look what happened to the cook!”
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Pic of the Day: “For millennia, I have dreamed of my return to that wretched planet where I, too, was once betrayed by the Primes I called my brothers. Only a Prime can defeat me… and now, only one remains.” “Optimus… he protects the boy.” “Then the boy will lead us too him, and revenge will be ours.”
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Pic of the Day: “I… I Need to know who he is. I… I need to stand there, I need to look him in the eye and I need to know that it’s him.”
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Pic of the Day: “Not this time, Gal. Not this time. Not this fucking time. No. No no no no no no no no no! No! No no no no no no no no no no no no no! No! Not this fucking time! No fucking way! No fucking way, no fucking way, no fucking way! You’ve made me look a right cunt!”
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Pic of the Day: “You have muddled everything from the start, taking that child with you from Marrakesh. Don’t you realize that Americans dislike having their children stolen?”
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Pic of the Day: “What do you think, Sergeant?” “I think you’ll do just fine, sir.” “Don’t give me that! I said what do you think?” “I think the first chance one of those lovers gets, he’s going to shoot the Major right in the head… sir.”
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Pic of the Day: “Tommy?” “Yeah?” “Why?” “Why what?” “Why am I here?” “Because it’s the prom.” “Why am I here with you?” “Because I asked you.” “Why’d you ask me?” “Because I wanted to.” “Why’d you want to?” “Because you liked my poem. Only I didn’t write it. Somebody else did.” “Oh.”
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Pic of the Day: “Don’t put metal in that science oven, Rosalyn. Don’t put metal in that science… He always treats me like a fucking child, I’ll do whatever I want… Oh!” “Another fire!” “No, Danny! Not that one! That one’s empty! We gotta use the big one!”
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Pic of the Day: “Yes, I killed him. I killed him for money – and a woman – and I didn’t get the money and I didn’t get the woman. Pretty, isn’t it?”
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Pic of the Day: “Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “Winds in the east, mist coming in / Like somethin’ is brewin’ and ‘bout to begin. / Can’t put me finger on what lies in store / But I fear what’s to happen all happened before.” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “You go in, find the President, bring him out in 24 hours, and you’re a free man.” “24 hours, huh?” “I’m making you an offer.” “Bullshit!” “Straight just like I said.” “I’ll think about it.” “No time. Give me an answer.” “Get a new president!” “We’re still at war, Plissken. We need him alive.” “I don’t give a fuck about your war… or your president.” “Is that your answer?” “I’m thinking about it.” “Think hard.”
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Pic of the Day: “Maybe we should say a prayer.” “No.” “Why not?” “We’re not saying a prayer.” “Bo has a bad feeling.” “I had a dream.” “We aren’t saying a prayer. Eat!” “I hate you.” “That’s fine.” “You let Mom die.” “Morgan…” “I am not wasting one more minute of my life on prayer. Not one more minute. Understood? Now we are going to enjoy this meal. No one can stop us from enjoying this meal, so enjoy it! Stop crying!” “Graham…” “Don’t yell at her!” “All right, since you’re all not going to eat, I’m going to try some of everything.”
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Pic of the Day: “And I find what you’re wearing most becoming. Greek, isn’t it?” “I have a fondness for almost all Greek things.” “As an almost all-Greek thing, I’m flattered.”
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Pic of the Day: “Just try and stay out of my way. Just try! I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too!”
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Pic of the Day: “Do you believe in him, Verbal?” “Keaton always said, ‘I don’t believe in God, but I’m afraid of him.’ Well I believe in God, and the only thing that scares me is Keyser Soze.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ ”Do you wanna build a snowman? / Come on lets go and play / I never see you anymore / Come out the door / It’s like you’ve gone away. / We used to be best buddies / And now we’re not / I wish you would tell me why. / Do you wanna build a snowman? / It doesn’t have to be a snowman.” “Go away, Anna.” “Okay, bye…” ♫
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “You don’t answer my call / With even a nod or a twitch / But you gaze at your own reflection! / You don’t seem to see me / But I think you can see yourself. How can the mirror affect you?” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “Don’t you see what’s happening, Bert? They’re using you as a weapon against your own people. What you think or believe isn’t the point anymore. You’re helping something bad.” “Go on now, young lady, it’s not as simple as all that, good or bad, black or white, day or night. Do you know that at the top of the world, the twilight is six months long?” “Bert and I don’t live on the top of the world, we live in Hillsboro. And when the sun goes down, it’s dark. And why do you have to come here to make it different?” “I didn’t come here to make Hillsboro different. I came here to defend his right to be different. And that’s the point.”
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Pic of the Day: “That’s not what dogged me, George. It wasn’t that. It was… it was the knowledge that if you did what I did for a living… if you were a clown… and you had a passion to tell a particular kind of story… something… beyond… but you only had the one chance to get it right. And I never did. One never does, but, uh, you know that. That’s not… the problem. It’s when you feel you’re getting really close… but you can’t make it the rest of the way. You’re not good enough. You’re not complete enough. And despite all your fantasies you’re second rate.” “Charlie.” “Human. That’s very hard.”
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