“Blood starts pumping with the constant excitement of near misses, accidental deaths, and teenage lust.” (or so the DVD back cover would have us believe)
“It’s hard for a man to be brave when he knows he is going to meet the devil at 4 o’clock.”
“Come out of your holes, you desert rats. Let’s go!”
“There exists a real danger that our friend Rommel is becoming a kind of magician or bogeyman to our troops.”
“I suppose you’re wondering about the money in Mr. Lawson’s cello case.” “It’s only natural that you should.” “I don’t think we told you that, uh, Mr. Lawson sold his Butcher shop in Hammersmith…” “He got the cash for it because there wasn’t time to, um, to write a cheque.”
“With your assistance, maybe we can make sure no one else gets hurt.”
“Reach for the ceiling!”
“He’s going where nothing more can be written.”
Gasp for air.
“Now we begin to cut ourselves out of this jungle.”
“There’s their side and our side, and the winning side and the losing side, but the fine distinction between right and wrong has yet to be drawn.”
“I’ll write a retraction when they prove the story is false.”
Epic and intimacy.
Lock down at 30,000 feet.
“He think we stinkweed and won’t want to eats us.”
My love…splendors of the moment.
“You couldn’t tell me he had an alligator?” “Look I dropped the ball on that, I won’t lie to you.” “A alligator?” “Did Marcus bite you?”
Dusker. And even more dawner.
Before the Power Rangers…there was death and madness.
Doesn’t “Scorch Trials” sound painful?
They won’t go quietly.
You know what would make a great movie? Moby Dick.