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Little things used to mean so much to Shelly. I used to think they were kind of trivial... believe me, nothing is trivial.
Jesus Christ... stop me if you've heard this one. Jesus Christ walks into a hotel,Ow, he hands the innkeeper three nails and he asks : 'Can you put me up for the night?'
It can't rain all the time.
Mother is the word for God on the lips and hearts of all children. Do you understand?
Is that gasoline I smell?
I guess it's not a good day to be a bad guy, huh, Skank?
Suddenly, I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door...you heard me rapping, right?
Victims ó aren't we all...
He was already dead. He died a year ago, the moment he touched her. They're all dead. They just don't know it yet.
You shouldn't smoke these. They'll kill ya.
Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustable well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even concieve of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
A building gets torched. All that is left is ashes. I used to think that it is true about everything ó families, friends, feelings ó but now I know that sometimes, if love proves real, and two people are meant to be together, nothing can keep them apart.
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn. People die. But real love is forever.
So you're him, huh?... The avenger, The killer of killers. Nice outfit, not sure about the face though.
Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy: now that's fun!
I want you to set a fire so goddamn big, the gods'll notice us again, thats what I'm sayin'. I want all you boys to be able to look me straight in the eye one more time and say 'ARE WE HAVIN' FUN OR WHAT!'
It seems our friend T-Bird won't be joining us this evening ó on account of a slight case of death...
Dad gave me this, fifth birthday. He said, 'Childhood is over the moment you know you're going to die.'
I think we broke her.
Maybe we should just video tape this and play it back in slow motion.
I'm not Skank, see, that's Skank
Skank's dead!
Abashed the Devil stood; and felt how awful Goodness is.
I know you. I knew I knew you. But you can't be you, we put you through the window. There ain't no comin' back. This is the really real world, and there ain't no comin' back. THERE AIN'T NO COMING BACK!
You know, Lake Erie once caught on fire from all the crap floating around in it? I wish I could've been there to see that.
I want you to meet two buddies of mine. They never miss.
Lucky I didn't stab your fat ass.
Yea Shelly right, I shanked her pink ass and she loved it!
Let me tell you about murder: it's fun and it's easy. You gonna learn all about it.
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