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Sell me this pen.

Hasta la vista, baby.

Are you talkin' to me?

There's something inside you, it's hard to explain. They are talkin' bout you, boy. But you're still the same.

That's what I'm talking about. Bones rattling! Big, loud, fast! Look at these people, at their eyes... they're sparkling. They love this shit. They love blood. They love action. Not this talky, depressing, philosophical bullshit.

Correr até o cineplayers para dar 9 ao filme foi como tomar galões de água depois de um rodízio de comida japonesa com muito shoyu. Saciado!

Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown.

Y'know, [relationships] are totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and... but, uh, I guess we keep goin' through it because, uh, most of us... need the eggs.

Suck on this. / You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

I don't want to survive. I want to live.

For no particular reason.

Quinze.