The Attention Deficit Disorder Thread

[John explains why he has interrupted a meeting of the Scarrans and the Peacekeepers]
John Crichton: Because I am an American. And what does an American want? Democracy? Capitalism. I want to sell out and settle down. For one day only, it's a blue light special on Aisle Three. My wormhole technology... and a free set of steak knives...for all the tea in China. And anything you can imagine to pay me... welcome to my cold war.

 

[Irritated by Rygel's comments, Aeryn pulls her pistol and points it at him]
Aeryn Sun: You are ruining my wedding.
[D'Argo looks shocked]
John Crichton: Honey, you're pointing a gun at the baby.
Aeryn Sun: [face falls. Rygel looks smug] Oh.

 

Max: Have a seat.
Veronica: No, thanks. It's easier to be nosy if I can mill about.

 

A fox is just a cuter rat with better PR.

 

Talking to yourself again I see. Perhaps you should talk with a psychologist about this. Just saying.

 

I have seen specialists.

My first and third psychiatrists both agree I'm fine.




































We don't talk about the second one.

 

BECAUSE WE DON'T, ALRIGHT???!??!<S:!PDK::!"LE!!WE???!??!?!!!!!!

 

<backs away slowly>







door slams shut, leaving a gust of air in its wake

 

It's like an Elmore Leonard novel.





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Maybe it is an Elmore Leonard novel.........

 

His books are serious good reads. I love the characters he creates, the pictures he paints, his plots. And his writing style just pops. He is an exceptionally good writer.

 

British Man: [asking for cigarettes] Pack of fags.
Randal Graves: You're a fag.
British Man: It's a cigarette, mate.
Randal Graves: I'm not your mate, fag.

Dante Hicks: Boy, it wasn't until years later that we found out what "fag" REALLY meant. Right, "mate"?
Randal Graves: You're a fag.
Dante Hicks: No, a fag's a cigarette, remember?
Randal Graves: You're a cigarette.

 

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