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Here's the thing. I don't give a tuppenny fuc*k about your moral conundrum, you meat-headed shit-sack.
That's more or less the thing. And I want you to go out there...
You, nobody else. None of your little minions.
I want you to go out there.
And I want you to punish the person who's responsible for murdering this poor little rabbit.
Is that understood?
If there is any way of destroying hatred and all that goes with it, it's not through evil and hatred and cruelty, but through charity, love, understanding.
Compulsion (1959)
King Charles: A democracy, Mr. Cromwell, was a Greek drollery based on the foolish notion that there are extraordinary possibilities in very ordinary people.
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour:
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper,"
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture, and worse, a bust.
Lotta people go through life doing things badly.
Racing's important to men who do it well. When you're racing, it's life.
Anything that happens before or after is just waiting.
We don't pay V.A.T, we don't pay income tax or national insurance. On the other hand, we don't claim dole money, social security, supplementary benefit... The government don't give us nothing, so we don't give the government nothing.