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Pic of the Day: “There is a prison in a more ancient part of the world, a pit where men are thrown to suffer and die. But sometimes a man rises from the darkness. Sometimes the pit sends something back.”
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Pic of the Day: “It’s all bullshit except the pain. The pain of hell. The burn from a lighted match increased a million times. Infinite. Now, ya don’t fuck around with the infinite. There’s no way you do that. The pain in hell has two sides. The kind you can touch with your hand; the kind you can feel in your heart… your soul, the spiritual side. And ya know… the worst of the two is the spiritual.”
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Pic of the Day: “If only I could go down that river. To love her in the wild, forget the name of Smith. I should tell her. Tell her what? It was just a dream. I am now awake.”
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Pic of the Day: “Two of your snot-nose jockeys did a fly-by on my tower at over 400 KNOTS! I want somebody’s butt, I want it now, I’ve HAD IT!”
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Pic of the Day: “We’ve always defined ourselves by the ability to overcome the impossible. And we count these moments. These moments when we dare to aim higher, to break barriers, to reach for the stars, to make the unknown known. We count these moments as our proudest achievements. But we lost all that. Or perhaps we’ve just forgotten that we are still pioneers. And we’ve barely begun. And that our greatest accomplishments cannot be behind us, because our destiny lies above us.”
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Pic of the Day: “Lawrence, only two kinds of creature get fun in the desert: Bedouins and gods, and you’re neither. Take it from me, for ordinary men, it’s a burning, fiery furnace.” “No, Dryden, it’s going to be fun.” “It is recognized that you have a funny sense of fun.”
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Pic of the Day: “Pooh left feeling unsatisfied and a little out of sorts. In fact, he was so distracted by his rumbly tummy that he didn’t notice that he was walking onto the next paragraph.” “What is a paragraph?” “It’s a group of sentences that form a complete thought.” “Is there honey in this paragraph?” “Oh, sorry, Pooh, no.” “Well then, I don’t find it very useful.”
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Pic of the Day: “Somebody after you?” “Three somebodies.” “The law?” “Naw, this is personal.” “I don’t want ’em to catch up with you here.” “I don’t want ’em to catch up with me anywhere.”
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Pic of the Day: “Last year I took a Greek ship. Six million dollars.” “Six million dollars? So what are you doing here?
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Pic of the Day: “It’s a game. If he gets the money he wins, if the bus blows up he wins.” “What if you win?” “Then tomorrow we’ll play another one.” “But I’m not available to drive tomorrow.”
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Pic of the Day: “She was dynamite in the sack, by the way.” “…She was 84.” “Mmm, I’ve had older. When you’re young, it’s all filet steak, but as the years go by, you have to move on to the cheap cuts. Which is fine with me, because I like those. More flavorful, or so they say.”
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Pic of the Day: “You guys really have an attachment for that kid, don’t you?” “Yes. He was our master.”
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Pic of the Day: “What do you want from me?” “I want you to fight for me! That’s all I ever wanted!”
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Pic of the Day: “Life’s not a spectator sport. If watchin’ is all you’re gonna do, then you’re gonna watch your life go by without ya.”
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Pic of the Day: “Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for every time I ever failed you. Especially this one.”
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Pic of the Day: “Now stand aside, worthy adversary.” “’Tis but a scratch” “A scratch? Your arm’s off.” “No it isn’t.” “What’s that, then?” “I’ve had worse.” “You liar.” “Come on ya pansy.”
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Pic of the Day: “Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart?” “Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.”
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Pic of the Day: “I wanted you to see these player evaluations that you asked me to do.” “I asked you to do three.” “Yeah.” “To evaluate three players.” “Yeah.” “How many you’d do?” “Forty-seven.” “Okay.” “Actually, fifty-one. I don’t know why I lied just then.”
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