probably my longest post [definetely my longest post]

R: provocare

R: hai sa vb numai in citate din filme

C: hai sa nu

R: I beg your indulgence, Anthony

R: And life is for the alive, my dear / So let's keep living it.

C: This is how u do it in my neightborhood, b****h"

C: The years, no doubt, have changed me, sir

R: Sir, it's too good, at least.

C: I am your father, Luke"

C: Oh my god, I'm pregnant

R: I have you now!

R: I wonder if he's related to Ben.

R: We have an emergency alert in detention block AA-23.

R: Surely he must be dead by now.

C: false alarm.

R: Go back to your playpen, Baby.

C: A martini, 3 of vodka, ice shaken not stiirred

R: I won't tell your mother about this.

C: Don't lie to me Julia

R: Now, you'll hurt me if you don't trust me, all right?

C: Trust me....it's all i'm asking from you.

R: Johnny, what are you doing?

C: So, uh, what are we saying here? If we save LA from a nuclear bomb, then you and I can get together for dinner and a movie?

R: Oh, yes, as a matter of fact it is.

C: Would you like a muffin?

R: What do you mean, and fight the bossman?

C:You'll have to kill him, no mistakes

R: Sure Neil. No problem. We'll end the season with the pachenga.

C: Don't ever use the butt of pistol as a weapon!

R: I'll give you anything you ask.

R: Let them suffer then. As she suffers. How much shall I pay you?

C: Thank ya, honey.

R: I ask you for justice

C: Three dollars and sixty-eight cents.

R: Let me think about it. We'll see.

R: What's the matter? What's bothering you? I'll handle it. I told you I can handle it, I'll handle it.

C: This isn't some cheap video prop

R: Please don't do this to me, Mike. Please don't.

C: Merry Christmas, you filfhy animal

R: Go on. Get out of my sight.

R: Why come to me? What have I done to deserve such generousity?

C: Being red with pointy ears doesn't make me a devil, being a bastard does!

R: I said that I would see you because I had heard that you were a serious man.

C: Only if your idea of bliss is to forget everything about yourself: your favorite color! your lover!

R: First of all, you're all done.

R: Mike, you're wrong.

C: What does that mean?

R: Things could get rough with the move we're making.

C: What do you mean you liberated a lobster?

R: But there are reasons why you must have nothing to do with what's going to happen.

R: In Sicily, women are more dangerous than shotguns.

C: Please listen to me, we don't have to fight. You have the power to end it here and stop what you are doing.

C: Monsieur Bert, I understand that she has had some dealings with the mafia.

R: Now you listen to me, you smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch. Let me lay it on the line for you and your boss, whoever he is

C: The richest one percent of this country owns half our country's wealth, five trillion dollars

R: Let's listen to the song

R: That's a true story.

C: he blombleebleh to the bleebleebluhhh. It's lies isnt it? Thats all lies!

R: No, no, no, not this time

C: You know what they say. Lies are just friends you haven't met.

R: You're taking this very personal.

R: And they might like a story like that.

C: I make the fabulous... I make the crap into credible. I make the dull into..

R: Two terms. One in Italy and one here.

C: Wouldn't you rather just fuck me and never know?

C: You'll be a fugitive. You'll be exhalt from Venice for the rest of your life.

R: Goddamn it Phil, I said take him in!

R: I spent my whole life trying not to be careless. Women and children can be careless. But not men.

R: What's the matter with you. Is this how you turned out?

C: I'm not dead. If I were dead I wouldn't be able to look you in the eye and tell you, you are screwing up again.

R: I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.

C: Jail cell design hasn't changed much in centuries, has it?

R:You want me to hang around?

C: Maybe you should go home

R: Bonasera... Bonasera.

R: Are you a pro?

C: Ciao, Dad.

C: Is your pussy taking all the risk?

R: Were you ever engaged in any sadomasochistic activity?

C: She's your pimp, baby, and she will mess you up if you play her

R: Killing isn't like smoking. You can stop.

R: You like playing games don't you?

C: The good part is - no more blood. The bad part is - no more sleep.

R: I'd have to be pretty stupid to write a book about killing and then kill him the way I described in my book. I'd be announcing myself as the killer. I'm not stupid

R:Everyone that she plays with dies.

C: Stupid! All of ya! Plain stupid!

C: Would you like it if others laughed at YOUR misfortune, hmm? Maybe we should find out!

R: Oh, why don't you get one of those friendly therapists and work out all that hostility.

R: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

R: Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

C: Do you have a light?

R: look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.

R: I's not my problem.

R: Sit.

C: Piss off, little witches.

R: It's getting exciting now

C: They can do what they like with them.

R: Three pitchers of beer, and you still can't ask.

R: I felt like destroying something beautiful.

C: I've been offered candy bars and nylons

C: Cotton candy?

R: The things you own end up owning you.

C: Cotton candy?

R: Surprise me.

R: I'd fight Gandhi.

C: Some people just want to see the world burn.

R: How's that working out for you?

R: here are things about you that I like. You're smart, you're funny, you're... spectacular in bed... But you're intolerable! You have very serious emotional problems. Deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.

C: 'll put it over here, in case you change your mind.

R: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

C: Then you are a little mad..

C: Of course I'm mad you shot me in the ass! and I'll never forgive you okay? There.

R: You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.

C: No! I hate you, Thomas Jefferson! I don't know who I am anymore! You can't be my father!

R: I am Jack's raging bile duct.

C: It sounds like a bladder infection.

R: It's a comforter..

C: You'll have to come back, if you want to tell him what you want for Christmas.

R: Right

C: Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to stop?

R: I am enlightened.

C: That's short for bullshit.

R: Pretend you're me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do?

C: We told them that if the Queen was having a party, that Nursie always goes as a cow. From that moment, he was doomed. All we had to do was escape, return, and kill the cow.

R: Huh?

C: Well there must be a logical explanation about those stories.

R: know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes...

R: Deja vu - all over again.

R: 'll bring us through this. As always

C: You are a beyoodiful lyedee, but what a cow.

R: Do not... fuck with us.

C: I don't give a damn.

R: Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films.

C: This is not one of your stupid action movies, Tony.

R: What? Do you mean did I think we were just having sex or making love?

R: You said you would definitely say that.

R: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need

C: Hey, all women shit, women are full of shit.

R: I wish I could return the favor.

R: You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist Tuesday nights. See the guys with testicular cancer. That's pain.

C: Oh, come on, how dumb do you think I am?

C: No pain, no gain

R: Like so many others, I had become a slave to the Ikea nesting instinct.

R: What are you talking about?

C: You just won 365 more days in your Ikea-furnished closet.

C: Nah, that thing's too heavy to..

R: shoot you too. You're life's finished anyway.

C: Excuse me guys, I can feel a second coming.

R: What? You givin' me an ultimatim?

C: You're either dead or you're not dead.

R: Oh don't get cute now.

C: Hey, Frank, wake up! You're not allowed to sleep through the topical meeting.

R: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius.

C: Hey boss, don't you have some kind of weird thing about women and sawdust?

R: I'm givin' ya pearls here.

C: You're tired. I should let you sleep.'

R: Then do it. You wanna do it? Do it. Let's go

R: So give up. You wanna give up? Give up 'cause I'm giving giving up too.

C: I like working with you, Chase; you're a nice kid.

C: Well, I can't take it anymore. I quit!

R: C'mon you miserable blind motherfucker let's do it.

C: The situation could get out of control, me leaving and all.

R: When in doubt... fuck.

C: Sir, I'm gonna say this as politely as possible: I will fuck you up.

R: It's not how long it takes, it's who's taking you.

C: ou know Booth, uh, is a really good guy.

R: Story of my life. I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.

C: Apparently it's the most miserable, depressing place you've ever seen in your life.

C: You've reached the end, Wesley.

R: We didn't see anything!

C: This time you've reached the end of your rope.

R: We could...

C: Cause I'm dying, dumbass.

R: You wanna make a federal case of it?

C: No, let's leave them wanting more!

C: The hardest part about moving forward is not looking back.

R: When I was a kid, Joe, I used to have a dream

C: Maybe you'll freak out about it in a few days.

R: It's me, Sugar!

R: But I might spill some.

R: This may even turn out to be better

C: Your turn to go, pro, give me your best shot.

R: Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.

R: We're missing something.

C: Excuse me, is this the secret hideout of the Gestapo?

R: That's not necessarily bad news.

C: Whanna' come back to what it was?

R: Is there any risk of brain damage?

C: I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this.

R: It's been suggested.

C: No, I don't think so. But your dad is going to try to find her a home.

R: I don't know. I felt like a scared little kid. I was like... it was - it was above my head. I don't know.

C: We'll do whatever we can to make it easier for him, I promise.

C: I promise, I'll make this up to you. And you look... amazing.

R: Remember me. Try your best; maybe we can.

R: By morning, you'll be gone.

C: I'm doing my BEST! What do you want? Prozzie jokes?

R (12/22/2008 01:23:35): Please let me keep this memory, just this one.