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Post by Infantata on Nov 13, 2011 12:22:54 GMT -5
Ben (wielding a kitchen knife): I'm sick of those kids on the porch. They destroyed our pumpkins!
Vivien: So your plan is to kill them?
Larry: Please... Kill me, Ben. Kill Me - that way I can come back and haunt you too!
Ben (about Hayden): She was at my door ten minutes ago.
Larry: Was she pissed?
Ben: You see that crazy bitch, you tell her we're done. I'm not playing your games. You come back on this property, and I will kill you. You hear me? I will kill you.
Larry: Promises, promises.
Tate: I used to come here... when the world closed in and got so small I couldn't breathe. I'd look out at the ocean, and I'd think... "Yo, douche bag, high school counts for jack shit." Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, DeNiro, Pacino, all high school dropouts. I... hated high school. So I'd come here and I'd look out at this vast, limitless expanse. Then it's like, that's your life, man. You can do anything, could be anything. Screw high school. That's... it's just a blip in your timeline. Don't get stuck there.
Constance: One of the comforts of having children is knowing one's youth has not fled, but merely been passed down to a new generation. They say when a parent dies, a child feels his own mortality. But when a child dies, it's immortality that a parent loses.
Nora (to Ben): I will not permit another failure in this house! Save the baby!
Hayden (to Vivien, about Ben): He said my face was soft like a baby, and between my thighs, I tasted like raspberries and cream.
HAYDEN/VIVIEN (not verbatim):
H: Come here, girl.
V: I'm right here. Where are you?
H: I wasn't talking to you. I love what you've done to the kitchen.
Vivien (to Hayden): You know what I regret? Not ripping off your smug face while you were screwing my husband.
Hayden (to Ben): I love it when you say my name. Say it again. Kiss me. Kiss my mouth. I miss the way you taste.
Tate: Get out of my head!
The Dead Breakfast Club: No we're right here!
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