Quotes:Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, shit happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it.
Oh, Shrek. Don't worry. Things just seem bad because it's dark and rainy and Fiona's father hired a sleazy hitman to whack you.
I've, uh, vertically integrated myself. You know, diversified and shit, and now I'm into the occasional grand larceny, home invasion... shit like that.
Hitting bottom is not a weekend-retreat, it's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying controlling everything and just let go. Let go!
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
I am Gandalf the White, and I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide.
When you've been betrayed by a friend you hit back.
Yes, the man in the white shirt. Oh, you're a woman - sorry!
Follow the white rabbit....
David Mills: Wait, I thought all you did was kill innocent people.
John Doe: Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? An obese man... a disgusting man who could barely stand up; a man who if you saw him on the street, you'd point him out to your friends so that they could join you in mocking him; a man, who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. After him, I picked the lawyer and I know you both must have been secretly thanking me for that one. This is a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath that he could muster to keeping murderers and rapists on the streets!
David Mills: Murderers?
John Doe: A woman...
David Mills: Murderers, John, like yourself?
John Doe: [interrupts] A woman... so ugly on the inside she couldn't bear to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer, a drug dealing pederast, actually! And let's not forget the disease-spreading whore! Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. But that's the point. We see a deadly sin on every street corner, in every home, and we tolerate it. We tolerate it because it's common, it's trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon, and night. Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example. What I've done is going to be puzzled over and studied and followed... forever.
Were you born a fat, slimy, scumbag puke pieca' shit Private Pyle, or did you have to work on it?
It's what you want. It's what every white boy off the lake wants
Oh, man! Where do I begin? First there was the time the farmer traded me for some magic beans. I ain't never gotten over that. Then this fool went off and had a party, and they all starting trying to pin a tail on me. Then they all got drunk, and started hitting me with sticks, yelling "Piñata! Piñata!" What the hell is a piñata, anyway?
My names whit....e
"I'm already 10 years old, and I don't know if I'm white with black stripes or black with white stripes."
If I'm walking into a shit storm I wanna know which way the wind's blowing
There's a mirror right there. Take a look, you're white.
What happened to that nice girlfriend of yours?
Oh, she's dead. She got hit by a car.
Goldberg, you're the goalie. It's supposed to hit you
It's normal for things to be shitty.
You didn't hit the brakes!
You didn't tell me to!
Your dad could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves.
How come all of you college boys wear those faggo*y-ass white shoes?
This looks like the same piece-of-shit sky blue Cadillac you had before!
Why me Lord? You made other men out of clay. Mine, you made out of shit.
You hitched your wagon to him? What did you do that for Bobby? Why man, why?
My grandfather once told me what to do when surrounded by white men with rifles. [and what was that then Bogus?]
Somebody better tell me something, cause this show is some freaky shit.
They pit the lifers against the new boy and the young against the old. The black against the white. Everything they do is to keep us in our place.
Blue skies over the white cliffs of Dover, so they say!
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