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sto je ovo Oce Makarije, postrvljeni andjeo kojeg kaznjava Bog, ili satana u zenskom obliku?
- Ne, Oce Leontije, to je sto bi prost narod rek'o, dobra *****.

Cudo Nevidjeno

Ovo je slobodna zemlja, mozes ubijati ali nemoj mrzeti nikog, rece Ricard Vidmark u vesternu zakoni prerije.

Mlad i zdrav kao ruza
 
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Choose Life.Choose a job.Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fuucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fuuckingfabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fuucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
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Dixie: I never have figured you out.

Vera: That's funny. I know all about you. I can imitate your walk. The way you play your cornet.

Dixie: Like how? I know a few things about you, too. Like what you look like making love.

Vera: When did you see that?

Dixie: Ever since I put you to bed that night. ...The Golem has arrived.

Vera: He follows me everywhere.

Dixie: The Golem is in love.

Vera: Don't be ridiculous. He just keeps tabs on me for Dutch.

Dixie: Why do I feel like I'm walking the dog or something? I want to dance. Let's dance for Dutch. ...I used to dance for a living.

Vera: No kidding?

Dixie: I worked in tearooms when I was 18.

Vera: Tell me all about it.

Dixie: These old ladies would pay me to put my arms around them. Waltz them off their feet. Pay two bucks in the afternoon. Plus tips. More for the night work. In private. If you could stand it!

Vera: Could you?

Dixie: Sure. Look at me tonight. Dutch likes you to dance, huh? Dance! You dance for me! Get up! Come on, you dance!!!

Vera: You wanna dance? I'll dance with you, come on! What makes you think.

Dixie: That's enough! ...I'll dance with you next time, Sol.

 
Poslednja izmena:
Evo jos par, posto sam u elementu, imam gomilu ovakvih slika sa citatima iz mnostvo filmova u jednom folderu, ali mrzi me da stalno postavljam.. trenutno trazim izgovore da ne radim ono sto treba, pa, eto xD :

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Edward George Ruddy died today. Edward George Ruddy was the chairman of the board... of the Union Broadcasting Systems and he died at 11:00 this morning... of a heart condition, and woe is us, we're in a lot of trouble. So a rich little man with white hair died. What has that got to do with the price of rice, right? And why is that woe to us? Because you people... and 62 million other Americans are listening to me right now. Because less than 3 percent of you people read books. Because less than 15 percent of you read newspapers. Because the only truth you know is what you get over this tube. Right now, there is a whole and entire generation... that never knew anything that didn't come out of this tube. This tube is the Gospel. The ultimate revelation. This tube can make or break presidents, popes, prime ministers! This tube is the most awesome goddamn force... in the whole godless world! And woe is us if it ever falls into the hands of the wrong people. And that's why woe is us that Edward George Ruddy died. Because this company is now in the hands of CCA... the Communication Corporation of America. There's a new chairman. A man called Frank Hackett... sitting in Mr. Ruddy's office on the 20th floor! And when the 12th largest company in the world... controls the most awesome, goddamn propaganda force... in the whole godless world... who knows what shit will be peddled for truth on this network. So you listen to me. Listen to me! Television is not the truth. Television's a goddamned amusement park. Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats... storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, sideshow freaks, lion-tamers... and football players. We're in the boredom-killing business. So if you want the truth, go to God. Go to your gurus. Go to yourselves. Because that's the only place you're ever gonna find any real truth. But, man, you're never gonna get any truth from us. We'll tell you anything you want to hear. We lie like hell. We'll tell you that, uh, Kojak always gets the killer... and that nobody ever gets cancer in Archie Bunker's house. No matter how much trouble the hero is in, don't worry... just look at your watch, at the end of the hour he's gonna win! We'll tell you any shit you want to hear. We deal in illusions, man. None of it is true. But you people sit there, day after day, night after night... all ages, colors, creeds. We're all you know. You're beginning to believe the illusions we're spinning here. You're beginning to think the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you. Dress like the tube, you eat like the tube... raise your children like the tube, you think like the tube. This is mass madness, you maniacs. In God's name, you people are the real thing. We are the illusion. So turn off your television sets. Turn them off now. Turn them off right now. Turn them off and leave them off. Turn them off right in the middle of the sentence I'm speaking to you now. Turn them off!

Network
 
- You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU... WILL... ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that... perfect world... in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
- Why me?
- Because you're on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.

Network
 
"As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside but thinking all the time. So now it was to be Georgie the General, saying what we should do, and what not to do, and Dim as his mindless, grinning bulldog. But, suddenly, I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones, and that the oomny ones used like inspiration and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open, with a stereo on, and I viddied right at once what to do."

(A Clockwork Orange)
 
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