It’ll haunt you


Pat Sr.: Let me tell you, I know you don’t want to listen to your father, I didn’t listen to mine, and I am telling you you gotta pay attention this time. When life reaches out at a moment like this it’s a sin if you don’t reach back, I’m telling you its a sin if you don’t reach back! It’ll haunt you the rest of your days like a curse. You’re facing a big challenge in your life right now at this very moment, right here. That girl loves you she really really loves you. I don’t know if Nicki ever did, but she sure as shit doesn’t right now. So don’t fuck this up.

From Silver Lining’s Playbook

Beauty is a beguiling call to death


Johnny Quid: You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?

Jimmy M.: Yes.

Johnny Quid: All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur: the gold packet of king-size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards glamour and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends – and that, Pete, is a lie. Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion: written in boring bold black and white, it’s a statement that these neat little soldiers of death are in fact trying to kill you – and that, Pete, is the truth. Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I’m addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet. THAT is why you and I love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. Now please, pass me a light.

Jimmy M.: Oh, you are something special, Mr. Johnny Quid.


Jimmy M.: So you don’t wanna know what happened?

Stella: I know what happened. Hollandaise?

Jimmy M.: I see you ordered already.

Stella: You were late. Shouldn’t you have taken precautions?

Jimmy M.: Precautions?

Stella: Well, that’s your job, isn’t it? I didn’t realize.

Jimmy M: Realize? Realize that they had guns? Big, long, dangerous machine guns? With war criminals attached to the trigger?

[cue big getaway sequence by the Wild Bunch]

Jimmy M.: You know what, darling? I’m just gonna leave this laundry bag here, under the table for you, okey? Goodbye, sweetheart. You’re way too dangerous for me.

Envy, an opportunity


Narrator: This is Dylan Tate. Dylan was an antisocial socialist, a closet conversationalist, a clinical neurotic. Possessing an inimitable talent for the arts, Dylan had been afforded the opportunity to travel the world and live a comfortable lifestyle at his own expense something Conrad knew nothing about. Dylan Tate was the only personage of all Conrad’s acquaintances whom he admired and, to a bigger extent than he liked to admit to himself, envied.

Quote from the film The Longest Week