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"You will see me one more time if you do good. You will see me two more times if you do bad. Good night" disse il cowboy al regista.
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"Who is Keyser Söze? He's supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody believed he was real. Nobody ever saw him or knew anybody that ever worked directly for him, but to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Soze. You never knew. That was his power. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist".
"Good, bad... I'm the guy with the gun..."
“And I'd like to leave my 1972 Gran Torino to my friend... Thao Vang Lor. On the condition that you don't chop-top the roof like one of those beaners, don't paint any idiotic flames on it like some white trash hillbilly, and don't put a big, gay spoiler on the rear end like you see on all the other zipperheads' cars. It just looks like hell. If you can refrain from doing any of that... it's yours”.
“You wanna fuck with me? Okay. You wanna play rough? Okay. Say hello to my little friend!”
"Violence is a form of cinematic entertainment". Q.
Dr. Frankenstein: You must be Igor. Igor: No, it's pronounced "eye-gor." Dr. Frankenstein: But they told me it was "ee-gor." Igor: Well, they were wrong then, weren't they?
Don't get strung out by the way I look. Don't judge a book by its cover. I'm not much of a man by the light of day. But by night I'm one hell of a lover.
Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
Dewey Cox: "I know, I know, and that was wrong, but it's just... We were such good friends and you told me about that dream where you were licking my balls and that seemed like a signal."
Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair!
Rorschach's Journal. October 12th, 1985: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper "no."
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