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She’s soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right. That I’ll save her from whatever she’s scared of and take her far, far away. I tell her I love her. The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she’s gone. I’ll never know what she was running from. I’ll cash her check in the morning.
In the end, it’s the fallout that gets you. Into every life, a few bombs must fall… failure, misery, heartbreak… but even an ordinary Joe can survive an explosion or two. The thing that kills you is what comes next. Fallout. It’s the slow descent of all the unstable crap left behind by your mistakes. Hard to see while it’s raining down around you, and by the time you finally notice the poison piling up you’re already drowning in it.
The drug hit him like an express train, a white-hot column of light mounting his spine from the region of his prostate, illuminating the sutures of his skull with x-rays of short-circuited sexual energy. His teeth sang in their individual sockets like tuning forks, each one pitch-perfect and clear as ethanol. His bones, beneath the hazy envelope of flesh, were chromed and polished, the joints lubricated with a film of silicone. Sandstorms raged across the scoured floor of his skull, generating waves of high thin static that broke behind his eyes, spheres of purest crystal, expanding…The anger was expanding, relentless, exponential, riding out behind the betaphenethylamine rush like a carrier wave, a seismic fluid, rich and corrosive.
01:30:20 Brian Johnson: Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…
01:30:42 Andrew Clark: …and an athlete…
01:30:44 Allison Reynolds: …and a basket case…
01:30:46 Claire Standish: …a princess…
01:30:48 John Bender: …and a criminal…
01:30:49 Brian Johnson: Does that answer your question?… Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
00:01:21 Bill: Do you find me sadistic? You know, I bet I could fry an egg on your head right now, if I wanted to. You know, Kiddo, I’d like to believe that you’re aware enough even now to know that there’s nothing sadistic in my actions. Well, maybe towards those other… jokers, but not you. No Kiddo, at this moment, this is me at my most… [cocks pistol] masochistic.
00:02:23 The Bride: Bill… it’s your baby…
[BLAM!]
01:38:14 Carlos: Didn’t you say you wanted to meet in the morning? Here we are.
01:38:17 Seth: Well, since you just picked this place out of a hat: my brother is dead, that girl’s entire fucking family is dead!
01:38:27 Carlos: What were they? Psychos?
01:38:29 Seth: They look like psychos? Is that what they looked like? They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits them.
“As a committed vegetarian, I know you can’t really be enjoying this raw, meat-based product we’ve been force-feeding you. Especially when I tell you the poor animal we slaughtered had to be tortured first. Oh, by the way, the «animal» I meant was actually your daughter, Nicola. Hell of a way to join the carnivorous ranks.”
00:48:25 Ordell Robbie: Mm-mm. You scared of me? You got any reason to be nervous around me?
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00:48:38 Ordell Robbie: Is that what I think it is?
00:48:40 Jackie Brown: What do you think it is?
00:48:43 Ordell Robbie: I think it’s a gun pressed up against my dick.
00:48:46 Jackie Brown: Well, you thought right. Now, take your hands from around my throat.
Come and get it, you bum
From Hard Boiled #1 (1990) Art by Geoff Darrow, Words by Frank Miller
00:34:44 Detective McGee: Okay, here’s what we’re looking at. The physical evidence wants to suggest that the subject stabbed himself in the chest. With a screwdriver. It’s a flat-head.
00:34:52 Burt Walnut: Okay.
00:34:54 Detective McGee: He had taped his hand to the handle with electrical tape. Standard grade.
00:34:58 Burt Walnut: I can see that. Thank you.
00:34:59 Detective McGee: Unsatisfied with that result, the subject then blew off half his face using this shotgun.
00:35:05 Burt Walnut: Uh-huh.
00:35:06 Detective McGee: We called you because the coup de grâce was he ignited himself with an accelerant.
00:35:11 Burt Walnut: Turpentine. Ah.
00:35:13 Detective McGee: He thought better of it and extinguished the fire using this canister.
00:35:17 Burt Walnut: Quick thinking with half a face.
00:35:18 Detective McGee: Yes. And it appears he has an oversized merkin melted into his private region. It’s a pubic wig.
00:35:29 Burt Walnut: Really? Are they normally worn on the outside of the pants?
00:35:34 Detective McGee: Uh… Apparently he left a suicide note: “Attention, fuckwads. You can all suck it.”
RANDAL: Which did you like better: Jedi or The Empire Strikes Back?
DANTE: (exasperated) Empire.
RANDAL: Blasphemy.
DANTE: Empire had the better ending: Luke gets his hand cut off, and finds out Vader’s his father; Han gets frozen and taken away by Boba Fett. It ends on such a down note. And that’s life: a series of down endings. All Jedi had was a bunch of Muppets.