Andre Batiste: ... but you are the true Lord of War...
Yuri Orlov: It's "warlord".
Andre Batiste: Thank you, but I prefer it my way.
И класиката от "51-ят щат":
Филикс ДеСуза: What's this? *гледайки трупа на химика в багажника*
Неговият бияч, не му помня името: It's Lawrence, boss!
Филикс: I can see it's fockin' Lawrence, what happened?
Биячът: You told me to take care of him...
Филикс: But I told you to take care of him, not fockin' take care of him!
"You hear that, Mr. Anderson? The sound of inevitability, the sound of your death."
"Everythings begins with a choice."
"But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free. We're here because we're not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist. It is purpose that created us. Purpose that connects us. Purpose that pulls us, that guides us, that drives us. It is purpose that defines us, purpose that binds us. We are here to take from you, what you've tried to take from us. Purpose!"
"Your five predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication: a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the One. While the others experienced this in a general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-à-vis: love."
"No, it is a word. What matters is the connection the word implies. I see that you are in love. Can you tell me what you would give to hold on to that connection? - Anything."
"It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity."
"... being the One is just like being in love. No one needs to tell you you are in love, you just know it, through and through."
"Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist? - Because I choose to."
"The answer is out there, Neo, and it's looking for you, and it will find you, if you want it to."
"If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain."
"Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness."
"There is no spoon."
"... there is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path."
"I'm trying to free your mind, Neo. But I can only show you the door. You are the one that has to walk through it."
"To deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human."
"Denial is the most predictable of all human responses."
"But this is not a reason. This is not a "why". The Keymaker himself - his very nature is a means. It is not an end. And so to look for him is to be looking for a means to do... what?"
"I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid... you're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world without you. A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries. A world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you."
В петък гледах "Наташа" - сръбски филм на Любиша Самарджич. Прекрасен.
"Внимавай с Наташа. Аз съм от Босна. Имам тежка ръка. Цепя дърва от дете."
"Когато обичам, обичам смахнато, отнесено, диво и до полуда. Обичам те, Марко. Но ти не можеш да ме заведеш там, където искам."
"Аз съм само обикновен мъж от Белград, но от Белград отпреди 10 години. А ти си просто отчаяна."
- Какво ли й се върти в главата?
- Нищо особено, само хаос.
Перверзниците дават луди пари, за да опознаят нашия ад.
Харесвам сръбското кино. И сръбските мъже.
"Аз съм половинчата, незаключена, с една обувка, с половин сърце , аз съм лъч в безкрая, неизслушан диск... наивна много пъти, шарена, непослушна..." В края на ноември
Между другото, "Стига простотии, бе..." го има и в тоя филм, за който аз говорих - "Наташа". Само че там е "Стига простотии, бе, Марко..."
Иначе за "Опасен чар" - той си е като "Оркестър без име" - лаф до лафа.
"Аз съм половинчата, незаключена, с една обувка, с половин сърце , аз съм лъч в безкрая, неизслушан диск... наивна много пъти, шарена, непослушна..." В края на ноември
Rayburn: A man can be an artist... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasey's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece.
Elderly Man: In the church, they say to forgive. Creasy: Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
Lisa: What are you gonna do? Creasy: What I do best. I'm gonna kill 'em. Anyone that was involved. Anybody who profited from it. Anybody who opens their eyes at me.
Lisa: [Whispering] You kill 'em all.
Never again will I taste in your passion
this vain call that dies. . .
Never across sacrifice will I lose my dark guide. . .
Dazed in my dark and ephemeral wail that rapes a cool light,
in a corpse-like, haunted nightmare I die. . .
One thing I've learned in the last seven years: in every game and con there's always an opponent, and there's always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former.
There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
So how exactly did this one manage to disarm and overpower a four-time national bodybuilding champion? Drag him half a block, throw him over six-foot wall, and then fed him to his own gun?
Why don't you just fucking rape me, Paul?
Don't look back, 'cause you know what you might see "И най-добре скроените мечти на мишките и хората
остават често неосъществени." Of Mice and Men
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a fucking big television; choose washing machines, cars; compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing ga me shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your futu re. Choose life.
" То музика, музика, ама кокошките спряха да носят"
КУЛТОВО
Оркестър без име
"прераждане" означава универсално трансцендентално преминаване от едно същностно състояние в друго, като развитие по права линия, а не в кръгова цикличност
Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I .... like you wanna ...., I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
Narrator: I am Jack's cold sweat.
Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
you have to keep
breaking your heart
until it opens
О, сигурно са много, но сега няма да отегчавам вас и себе си с глупости, ъще спомена тези двете само:
-At last, my arm is completed!!!
и
-How about a shave?
От един и същи филм са
Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
