The Attention Deficit Disorder Thread

Fuckster, The Fuckerster.



nice.

 

One more for the strawberry.

 

I know you want a glass of wine, but we all want things here but we aren't going to get it, so why should your glass of wine be any different.

 

In a world where sauce-pans do not exist...

 

Oh my non-existent God.

 

OMNEG!!!!

 

yeah yeah.

 

Something.

 

Something something...you know....very like that other thing.

 

Zinc.

 

Something, something... dark side.

 

Johnny Mnemonic: What the fuck is going on? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? You know, all my life, I've been careful to stay in my own corner. Looking out for Number One... no complications. Now, suddenly, I'm responsible for the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD, and everybody and his mother is trying to kill me, IF... IF... my head doesn't blow up first.
Jane: Maybe it's not just about you any more.
Johnny Mnemonic: Listen. You listen to me. You see that city over there? THAT'S where I'm supposed to be. Not down here with the dogs, and the garbage, and the fucking last month's newspapers blowing *back* and *forth*. I've had it with them, I've had it with you, I've had it with ALL THIS - *I WANT ROOM SERVICE*! I want the club sandwich, I want the cold Mexican beer, I want a $10,000-a-night HOOKER! I want my shirts laundered... like they do... at the Imperial Hotel... in Tokyo.

 

Have you done this before? Has the FISH!?

 

Pappas. Angelo Pappas.
Punk. Quarterback Punk.

 

Ben Harp: Special agent Utah! This is not some job, flipping burgers at the local drive-in! Yes! - your surf board bothers me! Yes! - your approach to this whole damn case bothers me! And yes! - YOU BOTHER ME! And Pappas! Oh, for the love of Christ. How the hell did I even let you talk me into this whole bone-headed idea to begin with.
Pappas: Harp! We are working under-cover. It takes time. We've produced a few...
Ben Harp: NO! No no no no no no NO! Let me tell you what you've produced... Over the last two weeks, you two have produced exactly squat! SQUAT! During which time the ex-presidents have robbed two more banks. Now for Christ's sake, does either one of you have anything even remotely interesting to tell me?
[brief pause]
Johnny Utah: I caught my first tube today... Sir.

 

Pappas: ...last time you had a feeling I had to kill a guy, and I hate that... It looks bad on my report.

 

"UTAH! Get me TWO!"

 

You're about to jump out a perfectly good airplane, Johnny, how do you feel about that?

 

Hot dwarves. :wink:

 

I see you.