The Attention Deficit Disorder Thread

-You're beat up pretty bad.
-Thanks.
-Means you did a real good job in killing that last hostile.
-Well, there's a nice, safe, generic name for it. I would've gone with `big fucking alien`.
-I'm amazed you managed to survive at all, with this amount of nerve damage.
-The wonders of the adrenal gland.

 

-Soldiers die. The lucky ones survive. The really lucky ones get to live.
-So where does your fate lay? Are you a soldier, a lucky soldier or a really lucky soldier?
-Jury's out.

 

-What else would I have done? Taught pre-schoolers how to spell rabbit?
-Funnily enough, I can't really see that. How about a relationship counsellor?
-No.
-Scholar and a poet?
(gets up to leave)
-No.
-Nanny?
-Knock it off.
-Golf coach?

 

Distance to go and time to travel.

 

Chase the music, tryin' to get home.

 

All that testosterone rots her brains.

 

You take the kitchen, I'll take the bedroom.
Because I'm a woman?
Because I told you to.

 

-She also says you walk like a girl.
-I should hope so. I'd look pretty silly in a little black dress and four inch pumps if I couldn't walk properly in them.

 

(under fire)
Have you got a plan?
Yep. (calmly smoking)
I thought you didn't smoke?
I don't. Bad for your health. (blows on end of cigarette and tosses it at wet patch of ground) Didn't have a flare.
(patch ignites and runs to a large section of drums by the far wall. Explodes in huge fireball, taking most of the wall down)
That was the plan?
A little more effective than I'd intended, but it'll do in a pinch.

 

What do you want to do?
I don't know.
How about a walk?
Definitely not.
The library?
(pause)
Okay.
Oh, good. It's outside, so we'll have to walk.

 

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. But also still my enemy.

 

I know, right?

Fucking outrageous.

 

Don't you fucking start,

 

Ooooh, handbags.

 

You're such a twat. :|

 

Self-