Pic of the Day

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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Pic of the Day: ♫ “With my high starched collar and my high top shoes / And my hair piled high upon my head / I went to lose a jolly / Hour on the trolley / And lost my heart instead. / With his light brown derby and his bright green tie / He was quite the handsomest of men. / I started to yen / So I counted to ten / Then I counted to ten again. / Clang, clang, clang went the trolley / Ding, ding, ding went the bell. / Zing, zing, zing went my heart strings / From the moment I saw him I fell.” ♫


Pic of the Day: “Contract or no, I will not bow to any sponsor.” “I’m sorry you feel that way, but basically it’s the nature of the beast.” “Maybe I’m wrong on this one, but for me, the beast doesn’t include selling out. Garth, you know what I’m talking about, right?” “It’s like people only do these things because they can get paid. And that’s just really sad.” “I can’t talk about it anymore; it’s giving me a headache.” “Here, take two of these!” “Ah, Nuprin. Little. Yellow. Different.”


Pic of the Day: “Evelyn, could you come here for a second? Which team do you play for?” “Well, I’m a Peach.” “Well I was just wonderin’ why you would throw home when we got a two-run lead! You let the tying run get on second base and we lost the lead because of you! Start using your head! That’s the lump that’s three feet above your ass! … Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There’s no crying! THERE’S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!”


Pic of the Day: “In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub.”


Pic of the Day: “Steven, are you rescuing me? … Fold.”

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Pic of the Day: “I just feel like I need some kind of indication of what’s expected.” “Wallace Beery. Wrestling picture. What do you need, a road map? Look, you’re confused. You need guidance? Talk to another writer.” “Who?” “Oh, Jesus. You throw a rock in here, you’ll hit one. And do me a favor, Fink… throw it hard.”


Pic of the Day: “All’s well that ends well, but we still haven’t seen the last of the Vampires.”


Pic of the Day: “You’re saying this only to make me go.” “ I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.” “But what about us?” “We’ll always have Paris.”


Pic of the Day: “You said if I came in late for another shift, you’d fire me.” “I’ll fire you tomorrow.”

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Pic of the Day: “You know when I was your age, I went out to fishing with all my brothers and my father, and everybody. And I was, I was the only one who caught a fish. Nobody else could catch one except me. You know how I did it? Every time I put the line in the water I said a Hail Mary and every time I said a Hail Mary I caught a fish. You believe that? It’s true, that’s the secret. You wanna try it when we go out on the lake?”


Pic of the Day: “How many of your friends have I killed?” “I’m a twenty-year man. I can tell the difference between punks who need a little lesson in manners, and the freaks like you who just enjoy it… And you’ve killed six of my friends.”


Pic of the Day: “Next time, we don’t date the girl with eleven evil ex-boyfriends.” “It’s seven.” “Oh, well, that’s not that bad.”


Pic of the Day: “Received your message. We can hear you. Are you wounded? Repeat. Are you wounded? Are you bailing out?” “What’s your name?” “June.” “Yes June, I’m bailing out. I’m bailing out but there’s a catch, I’ve got no parachute.”


Pic of the Day: “Look at my red hands and my mean face… and I wonder ’bout that man that’s gone so wrong.”


Pic of the Day: “Who am I, Kylie?” “Who how? What now?” “Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I’m saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I? And how can a fox ever be happy without, you’ll forgive the expression, a chicken in its teeth?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it sounds illegal.”


Pic of the Day: “This story is neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped its shells, were destroyed by the war.”


Pic of the Day: “Carol, did you know the sun was gonna die?” “What? I never heard that… Oh, come on. That can’t happen. I mean you’re the king, and look at me, I’m big! how can guys like us worry about a tiny little thing like the sun, hmm?”


Pic of the Day: “Voila! The ZF-1. It’s light. Handle’s adjustable for easy carrying, good for righties and lefties. Breaks down into four parts, undetectable by x-ray, ideal for quick, discreet interventions. A word on firepower: Titanium recharger, three thousand round clip with bursts of three to three hundred, and with the Replay button – another Zorg invention – it’s even easier. One shot, and Replay, sends every following shot to the same location. And to finish the job – all Zorg oldies but goldies: Rocket launcher, arrow launcher – with explosion of poisonous gas heads – very practical – our famous net launcher, the always-sufficient flamethrower – my favorite – and for the grand finale: the all new ice cube system.”


Pic of the Day: “You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Then who the hell else are you talking… you talking to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? OK.”


Pic of the Day: “Shoot him again.” “What for?” “His soul is still dancing.”