I usually don’t go for memes, but I like this one — it appeals to my movie buff thing. Anyway …

The Rules:
A. Pick 11 of your favorite movies.
B. Then pick one of your favorite quotes from each movie.
C. Post the quotes on your blog.
D. Have commenters guess what the movie is.
E. Place the guesser’s user name directly after the quote.
F. Extra points for knowing the actor or character’s name.

Quotes
#1 — “Hey, I’m a reasonable guy. But I’ve just experienced some very unreasonable things.”

#2 — “There! I have you! You’re completely dished. Do you not know that in the service one must always choose the lesser of two weevils?”

#3 — “Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.”

#4 — “I’ve lived too long, I’m in the ruck, I’ve drunk too deeply of the cup, I cannot spend, I cannot fuck, I’m down and out! I’m buggered up!”

#5 — “What can you tell me about a seven foot lunatic hacking away with a broadsword at one o’clock in the morning, New York City, 1985?”

#6 — “Oh, well, thank you very much, very nice of you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.”

#7 — “Is that a ten-gallon hat, or are you just enjoying the show?”

#8 — “Can I get… any of you cunts… a drink?”

#9 — “At that restaurant, I beat up the bathroom. I’m sorry.”

#10 — “Do you send my mother your clippings and your grades from college?”

#11 — “Well I always thought that archaeologists were always funny looking men going around looking for their mommies.”

I hate hate hate going to the grocery store during the day. I prefer going after work, when the store is nearly deserted, empty except for stock clerks and other nightowls. One of the great tragedies of my life was when the so-called gucci Giant — in Hunt Valley — started closing at midnight, instead of remaining open all night. I’ve gotten out of the two am shopping trips, but if the urge comes, I can always run down to the Giant on Ridgely. One thing I like about Giant at two or three in the morning is that the store is always brightly lit — none of this half-dark shit Superfresh does.

Preamble over …

The bulb in my refrigerator burned out a week or three ago. I don’t think I’ve ever had to replace the bulb before — well, duh, if it had burned out before, I probably never woulda replaced it to have it to burn out now — and I jotted it down on the shopping list for my supermarket trip Monday night after work.

So I get to the bulb aisle, and of course I didn’t bother to check the burned out bulb for wattage or size or anything. So I’m looking at this aisle full of lightbulbs, and I quickly zero in on the smaller-than-a-lamp bulbs. Except there seem to be various sizes of them, in various colors, and I started to panic.

Then I noticed that one was labeled “Microwave Light”, and another “Range Light.” Thank goodness — all I had to do was find the “Fridge Light”. Oh, guess what, no bulbs labeled “Fridge Light.”

I coulda just randomly bought some bulbs, in the hope I’d find one that would match, but you know what? I’ve got lights in my kitchen. Don’t need ‘em in my fridge, too.

Free speech is a cornerstone of the foundation of the American dream — but what a lot of people, I think, often tend to forget is that it isn’t popular free speech that needs to be protected, but rather, the unpopular free speech.

Yesterday, the US Senate was one vote short of passing a constitutional ammendment to ban desecration of the flag. I can’t imagine it was actually that close, did the states already have their say? Don’t ammendments to the constitution have to be ratified by the states in addition to passing through congress?

In any case, the plan was to make desecrating the American flag unconstitutional. One presumes that in addition to banning the burning of the flag, this would include making t-shirts, scarfs, paper plates, napkins, underwear, and bumpstickers with the American flag on it unconstitutional as well.

It’s clear to me that the whoreaticians who voted in favor of this ammendment have no fucking idea what “free speech” means, and should be voted out of office as soon as possible on those grounds alone.

Hatch says the measure is needed to protect a symbol of freedom and counteract U.S. Supreme Court decisions in 1989 and 1990 that struck down state and federal laws. He cites polls showing public support and non-binding resolutions by 50 state legislatures endorsing the amendment.

“This is a setback, but it’s not a final defeat,” he said. “For protecting the Stars and Stripes, I will not give up.”

Hatch, are you that stupid? Apparently, you think the Stars and Stripes is weaked when people burn it, or, y’know, where it on their bodies or use it to dry off or what have you. But I think the Stars and Stripes are weakened when whoreaticians (that would be you, note the clever comingling of “whore” and “politicians”) try to take away and restrict the rights of the citizens for whom the Stars and Stripes are the embodiment.

Six Feet Under, 4×3 “Parallel Play.”

Ruth and the intern, Arthur, had a brief fling in the third season, although it never came to sex. Later in the season, Ruth married George. In the fourth season, packages containing “feces!” and “excrement!” began showing up in the mail, addressed first to George, than to he and Ruth. Suspecting George, Ruth confronts him …

The Scene, Arthur’s room, which he leases in the Fischer home:

*knock knock*

Arthur: “Please enter.”

(Enter, Ruth)

Arthur: “Well, hello, Mrs. — Ruth.”

Ruth: “Arthur … I have something to say to you.”

Arthur: “Please.”

Ruth: “What we had was very special. But it’s in the past. We can’t continue to hold grudges an be angry with one another.”

Arthur: “I hold no grudges with you. I’m happy that you appear so happy.”

Ruth: “Arthur! This has to stop. I know that you sent us the feces box, and the feces gift basket.”

Arthur: “Do you know how horrified I am that you think I could commit an act so heinous? You don’t know me at all, do you?”

Ruth: “I know that you’re frustrated, Arthur, sitting idly by while George and I fall deeper and deeper in love each day. But we had our chance, we had our ti –”

Arthur: “We never had a chance!”

Ruth: “So! You are harboring feelings!”

Arthur: “I do harbour feelings. I’m human. And I’m a man. You, of all people, should know that. But I would never send those things to you. I could never send you poo! EVER!”

Ruth: “I wish I could believe you.”

Arthur: “I wish you could, too.”