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nora likes wiley
survivor
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it's gotta be a signal.
from who?
obviously, from a civilization far superior to ours.
why? it's just a pile of rocks around a piece of wood.
ah, but look at it. the form. the function.
yeah. a bunch of rocks on a big stick.
I bet it's been here from generations.
right. generations of sand flies, maybe.
truly, this is hallowed ground.
hey. hallow this. I'm hungry. let's eat.
I must first commune with this vestige of deity.
right. call me when the starship lands.
the key to all life in the universe. I've found it.
good for you. I'm gonna go find the key to a hot dog.
with chili and onions?
of course.
I'm sure the starship will wait.
current events
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we'll have to use divers.
really? how come?
he ain't on the bridge anymore, is he?
no, he's not.
and you don't see him swimming away.
no, I don't.
so if we want to find him, we'll have to use divers.
damn, that sucks.
for who? us, or for him?
oh, yeah. good point.
stay
rock of ages
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I suggest you don't get any closer.
why? it's a bunch of rocks.
you go over there, you're not coming back.
what're you talking about, man?
it all started here. it's like a black hole.
say what?
I'm just telling you. be warned. don't go there.
put down the crack pipe, dude. be real.
I'll inform your friends. maybe they'll miss you.
hey, I'm not going anywhere.
say hello to ralph. you'll be joining him.
I don't know any ralph.
you will.
WAR IS OVER! if you want it
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And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear.
Blue Monday
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whaddya wanna do today, ernie?
I dunno marty. whaddya wanna do?
you wanna fire that atlas intercontinental ballistic missile we stole?
ok. whaddya wanna do after that?
I dunno. run like hell?
yeah. we better eat first.
good idea.
tell me no lies
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you got one chance to come clean, bruno.
it's here, marcel. I swear it.
you better be tellin' the truth. otherwise. . .
no, it's true. it's here. I'll find it.
it better be soon.
ok. gimme a half hour.
you got 10 minutes. I suggest you start moving.
I gotta ask. what if I can't find it?
I advise you not to even think of that possibility.
no?
it scares, even me. and I don't scare easy.
you are a tough guy, marcel.
that's what my momma says.
yeah, she told me that last night.
grim reality
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I hate doing beach patrol. I'm sick of it.
what do you mean? it's the best job ever!
no, man. I found another drowning victim.
do you know who it was?
yeah, she might have fallen overboard.
gee. why didn't she take a shower on the boat?
what?
instead she washed up on the beach?
very funny.
I got more.
I bet you do.
work of fiction
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here's the coffee you ordered, boss. hey, whatcha writin'?
my memoirs. the world needs to hear what I have to say.
yeah? what's that?
I'm gonna tell 'em the truth. the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I ain't leavin' nothin' out.
so, it's fictional, is that it, boss?
pretty much.
probably a good idea.
road kill
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I am sick and tired of this ridiculous traffic.
me too. but you gotta deal with it.
no I don't. not anymore.
yeah? how you gonna swing that? you gonna make those cars all disappear?
actually, I think I've come up with a way to do exactly that.
the frog of war
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sir! the enemy is all around us!
just keep firing, private.
but sir! I can't see a thing! it's all so dark!
is that so?
yes sir! it's the fog of war, I guess! the senses can't cope!
boy, you got a frog hanging off your helmet.
a frog? on my helmet? oh! it's filbert! hey, get offa there! sir! whaddya know! I can see!
the frog has lifted, as it were?
it has!
how about that.
space invader
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hey joey, where ya going?
hey paulie, I'm picking up my new ride. wait till you see it. it's a totally sweet machine.
ok cool. but joey, do you mind not sticking your face right into mine when you're talking? I mean it's, you know, a little uncomfortable.
what? you saying I have bad breath or something?
do I gotta?
maybe not.
gods and monsters
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hello herr doktor, what are you doing out here on the beach?
my boy, I am on at the verge of mastering the forces of nature!
again?
this time I mean it! with my new discovery, all the world will be at my feet!
that's great doktor. in the meantime, since your feet are in the sand, want to build a castle?
with a moat?
sure.
yes! I get the big pail!
of course, doktor.
obsolete
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what are they?
old cassette tapes.
you made them?
yeah. it was an alternative to therapy.
how'd that go?
not too well, but it was a lot less expensive.
the last stand
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here it is, ernie. whaddya think?
this? are you serious?
oh yeah. couch over here. big-screen tv over there.
leon. you can't build a house here!
house? who said anything about a house?
so what are you talking about?
I just said it! I'm putting my couch and tv right here! it'll be great!
ok. whatever. can I come over?
absolutely! you bring the chips and beer.
maybe some for the seagulls too, eh?
good idea. bring a lot. they're relentless.
right.
ba'al's ball
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slave! where is my guest list?
here, lord ba'al. the invitations have gone out.
excellent! this will be the social event of the season! of the decade!
indeed, lord. your supplicants are busy with the preparations.
and the virgins? are they in readiness?
well. . .
well what? speak up!
we are scouring the city for suitable candidates, sire.
double your efforts slave! my guests expect to be entertained in proper fashion!
yes, lord. we are working within your constraints: 3 virgins for you for every one for your guests.
yes? you question my appetites, slave?
certainly not, o voracious one. but with 500 guests, that's. . . that's. . .
a lot of virgins?
in these times, I'm afraid so, sire.
we'll have to give some of the guests a substitute.
substitute, lord?
give them used cars off our lot. we're way over-stocked anyway.
used cars as substitutes for. . . virgins?
yes, dammit! if they don't like it, they can go to thor's party. he gives away grab bags. grab bags! with cookies and shit! what a cheapskate!
thor isn't worthy to carry your toga, lord.
how he ever made it in the cinema instead of me is a complete mystery.
a crime, o corpulent one.
those hollywood types. so shallow.
they don't know what they're missing, lord.
absolutely not. and those cars for the guests? stick to the high-mileage clunkers. are we clear?
as an unmuddied lake, lord.
machine intelligence
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is this the train to the valley?
yes, sir. that's where we're going.
ok, good. I can't wait for the wine tasting.
temperature's gonna hit at least 120 today, I hear.
what? in napa valley? how do grapes grow in such heat?
napa valley? ha ha. no, this train's bound for death valley. one way.
what? it can't be! I didn't even bring any water!
I suggest you try and find some shade there. if you can. ha ha!
I'm gonna fry!
like a bug under a lens, probably. just sit back, relax and conserve your strength. you're gonna need it.
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