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Michael:
I don't think Cinderella likes me. |
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Esther
Smith: [singing] Have yourself a
merry little Christmas, let your heart be light.
/ Next year all our troubles will be out of
sight. / Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
make the yule time gay / Next year all our troubles
will be miles away. / Once again as in olden
days, happy golden days of yore / Faithful friends
who are dear to us, will be near to us once
more. / Someday soon we all will be together,
if the fates allow / Until then we'll have to
muddle through somehow. / So have yourself a
merry little Christmas now. |
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Alberto
Antonelli: I hate pretty! |
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John
T. Chance: Sorry don't get it done, Dude.
That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever
do it again. |
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David
Howard: Why didn't you tell me when we got
married that you were this horrible gambling
addict? It's like when you have a venereal disease
- you tell somebody! |
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Sister
Drummond: There is no Briony! |
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The
Penguin: You're
just jealous, because I'm a genuine freak and
you have to wear a mask! |
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Linda:
This girl,
she didn't know where she was going, or what
she was gonna do. She didn't have no money.
Maybe she'd meet up with a character. I was
hoping things would work out for her. She was
a good friend of mine. |
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Lonesome
Rhodes: Rednecks,
crackers, hillbillies, hausfraus, shut-ins,
pea-pickers - everybody that's got to jump when
somebody else blows the whistle. They don't
know it yet, but they're all gonna be 'Fighters
for Fuller'. They're mine! I own 'em! They think
like I do. Only they're even more stupid than
I am, so I gotta think for 'em. Marcia, you
just wait and see. I'm gonna be the power behind
the president - and you'll be the power behind
me! |
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Madeleine:
Only one is a wanderer; two together are always
going somewhere. |
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Selena:
Plans are pointless. Staying alive's as good
as it gets. |
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Maggie
Fitzgerald:
I've got nobody but you, Frankie.
Frankie Dunn: Well, you've got me. |
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Lily
Garland, aka Mildred Plotka:
Why do they keep hammering at me? Hammering
and hammering... |
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Private
Edward P. Train: Oh, my soul, let me be
in you now. Look out through my eyes, look out
at the things you've made. All things shining.
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Lila:
Let me see your knife. Can I carve my name in
your face? |
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Tina:
I guess it's just one of those ex-felon, pro-acid
kind of non-smoking homes. |
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Prologue
narrator: In the past, I have given you
many kinds of suspense pictures. But this time,
I would like you to see a different one. The
difference lies in the fact that this is a true
story, every word of it. And yet it contains
elements that are stranger than all the fiction
that has gone into many of the thrillers that
I've made before. |
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Jack
L. Whitman: Do you want to go in the bathroom
and smoke a cigarette with me? |
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Timothy
Q. Mouse: What's the matter with his ears?
I don't see nothin' wrong with 'em. I think
they're cute. |
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Fr.
Michael William Logan: Who's there? |
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Voice
of Bobbi: Don't make me be a bad girl again!
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