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Pic of the Day: “Mark, we as a nation have failed to honor you. And that’s a problem. Not just for you, but for our society. When we fail to honor that which should be honored, it’s a problem. It’s a canary in a coal mine.”


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Pic of the Day: “Walter, you’re wonderful, in a loathsome sort of way.”


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Pic of the Day: “You’re an agent?” “I reiterate, yes.” “If I went down there, would you be my agent?” “No.” “Why not?” “I ain’t interested. I’m satisfied with the list of clients I got now.” “You’re makin’ a mistake, but okay, you know.” “I made a lot of mistakes. So I’ll make another one. This one’s on me.”


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Pic of the Day: “Well, Clarice – have the lambs stopped screaming?”


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Pic of the Day: “God was wrong!”


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Pic of the Day: “If you must blink, do it now. Pay careful attention to everything you see and hear, no matter how unusual it may seem. And please be warned: If you fidget, if you look away, if you forget any part of what I tell you – even for an instant – then our hero will surely perish.”


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Pic of the Day: “Elias was full of shit. Elias was a crusader. Now, I got no fight with any man who does what he’s told, but when he don’t, the machine breaks down. And when the machine breaks down, we break down. And I ain’t gonna allow that in any of you. Not one.”


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Pic of the Day: “All the animals come out at night – whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take ’em to Harlem. I don’t care. Don’t make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won’t even take spooks. Don’t make no difference to me.”


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Pic of the Day: “Pic of the Day: “How do you say in French my sister has a yellow pencil?” “Ma soeur a un crayon jaune.” “How do you say my brother has a lovely girl?” “Mon frère a une gentille petite amie.” “And how do you say I wish I were my brother?””


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Pic of the Day: “What’s the ending of the ice fishing story?” “I’m not telling you the end of the ice fishing story!” “I’m going to call your fuckin’ brother to find out the end.” “My brother’s dead!” “That’s how it ends! He fell through the fuckin’ ice!” “No, that’s not… He died a different way, many years later!”


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Pic of the Day: “What business do you have with Elektra King?” “I thought it was you who was giving her the business.”


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Pic of the Day: “What kind of sheriff’s office was that?” “Saloon girls? Gambling? How does he ever get any work done?” “If that’s the sheriff’s office, this town rocks!”


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Pic of the Day: “C’mon buddy. After a long day of Turing tests you gotta unwind.” “What were you doing with Ava?” “What” “You tore up her picture.” “I’m gonna tear up the fucking dance floor, dude. Check it out.”


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Pic of the Day: “Some people call me a terrorist. I consider myself a teacher.”


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Pic of the Day: “I don’t know if there is anything wrong because I don’t know how other people are.”


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Pic of the Day: “The new guy was asking about you.” “It’s too bad he’s in a match now. I’ll probably never meet him.” “You might. There’s something different about him.”


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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: “Well, where are we now?”


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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: “This is the day Ned Merrill swims across the county.”


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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: “Been waiting long?” “All my life.”