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Pic of the Day: “You know why I like plants?” “Nuh uh.” “Because they’re so mutable. Adaptation is a profound process. Means you figure out how to thrive in the world.” “Yeah but it’s easier for plants. I mean they have no memory. They just move on to whatever’s next. With a person though, adapting is almost shameful. It’s like running away.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “City of stars / Are you shining just for me? / City of stars / There’s so much that I can’t see / Who knows? / I felt it from the first embrace / I shared with you / That now our dreams / They’ve finally come true” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “Now is the time for a digression in which to describe our heroes’ feelings. Arthur keeps watching his feet, but his mind’s on Odile’s mouth and her romantic kisses. Odile is wondering if the boys notice her breasts moving under her sweater. Franz thinks of everything and nothing. He wonders if the world is becoming a dream or if the dream is becoming the world.”
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Pic of the Day: “You know that song? Hmmm?” “I can’t remember who did it.” “That’s the way it is with good ones, you’re sure you’ve heard them before.”
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Pic of the Day: “I think Houdini did this once, and if I remember right, he was out of the hospital in no time.” “Well, that’s encouraging.” (30th Anniversary)
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Pic of the Day: “Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban to await trial for conspiracy.” “Ah, I thought we might hit this little snag. You seem to be laboring under the delusion that I am going to – what is the phrase? – come quietly.”
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Pic of the Day: “Just remember, Fievel – one man’s sunset is another man’s dawn. I don’t know what’s out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder… head up, eyes steady, heart open… I think one day you’ll find that you’re the hero you’ve been looking for.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mr. Cogburn, did you find a bottle with a hundred and twenty-five dollars in it?” “Objection your Honor, Leading.” “Sustained. Rephrase the question.” “What happened then?” “I found a bottle with a hundred and twenty-five dollars in it.”
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Pic of the Day: “We’re finally getting out of this turkey town, and now you wanna crawl back into your cell, right? You wanna end up like John? You just can’t stay seventeen forever.”
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Pic of the Day: “I want to to ask you something: do you believe his story?” “I don’t know whether I believe it or not. Maybe I don’t.” “So how come you vote not guilty?” “Well, there were eleven votes for guilty. It’s not easy to raise my hand and send a boy off to die without talking about it first.”
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Pic of the Day: “Our first game is called Well Begun is Half-Done.” “I don’t like the sound of that.” “Otherwise titled Let’s Tidy up the Nursery.” “I told you she was tricky.”
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Pic of the Day: “Ya know sometimes I forget why I play the game. I do it because of Mr. October.” “You mean the guy from the Chippendales Calendar?” “No that was Dwayne Zachemore… I mean whoever it was…”
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Pic of the Day: “How old are you, Amsterdam?” “I’m not sure, sir. I never did quite figure it.” “I’m forty-seven. Forty-seven years old. You know how I stayed alive this long? All these years? Fear. The spectacle of fearsome acts. Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands. He offends me, I cut out his tongue. He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike, raise it high up so all on the streets can see. That’s what preserves the order of things. Fear.”
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Pic of the Day: “Do you like me just a little bit?” “Your general appearance is not distasteful.”
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