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300 Movie (2006)

And so my king died, and my brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my King's cryptic talk of victory. Time has proven him wise. For from free Greek to free Greek, the word was spread that bold Leonidas and his 300, so far from home, laid down their lives. Not just for Sparta, but for all Greece and the promise this country holds. Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Plataea, Xerxes' hordes face obliteration! Just there the barbarians huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers - knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of 300. Yet they stare now across the plain at 10,000 Spartans commanding 30,000 free Greeks!...

The enemy outnumber us a paltry 3 to 1, good odds for any Greek. This day, we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine. Give thanks, men, to Leonidas and the brave 300. TO VICTORY!

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Age Range Vocal Exercise

Today I'm 100. I don't feel older...I mean, mentally. Physically, I am tired. I walk with a cane and have fallen a couple times lately. Been trying to eat right still, and watch my blood sugar. Have to be fit and nimble for the ladies.. Heh, heh.. *cough*. I try not to spend too much time thinking about the old times. The memories and all. Everyone I knew in school has passed on. Two of my children are gone. It's just not fair for parents to bury their children. *sniffle*. Well, I suppose that's all I want to talk about today. Not much of a birthday when the ones you love and miss the most aren't around to share it with you. It's tough getting old...it really is.

Script submitted by dave@clickproseo.com

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Ali (2001)

I ain't draft dodging. I ain't burning no flag, and I ain't runnin' to Canada. I'm stayin' right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I've been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for four or five more, but I ain't goin' no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people. If I want to die, I'll die right here, right now, fightin' you, if I want to die. You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese. You my opposer - when I want freedom. You my opposer - when I want justice. You my opposer - when I want equality. Want me to go somewhere and fight for you? You won't even stand up for me right here in America, for my rights and my religious beliefs. You won't even stand up for my right here at home.

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American History X Movie (1998)

So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like.

'We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.'

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Any Given Sunday Movie (1999)

I don't know what to say, really. Three minutes 'til the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team or we're gonna crumble, inch by inch, play by play, until we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me. And, we can stay here, get the s--t kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell, one inch at a time.

Now, I can't do it for ya. I'm too old. I look around. I see these young faces, and I think, I mean, I made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in a mirror. You know, when you get old in life, things get taken from you. I mean that's, that's, that's part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin' stuff. You find out life's this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game - life or football - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast, and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game, every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches, that's gonna make the f--kin' difference between winnin' and losin'! Between livin' and dyin'! I'll tell ya this - in any fight, it's the guy who's willin' to die who's gonna win that inch. And I know if I'm gonna have any life anymore, it's because I'm still willin' to fight and die for that inch. Because that's what livin' is! The six inches in front of your face!!

Now, I can't make you do it. You gotta look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes! Now I think you're gonna see a guy who will go that inch with ya. You're gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows, when it comes down to it, you're gonna do the same for him! That's a team, gentleman! And, either we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's football, guys. That's all it is. Now, what are you gonna do?

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Back Home in Derry

Back Home In Derry
Bobby Sands
In 1803 we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry
For Australia bound if we didn't all drown
And the marks of our fetters we carried.

In the rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains
As our good wives we left in sorrow.
As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
On the English and thoughts of tomorrow.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell.
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelights.
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight.

Five weeks out to sea we were now forty-three
Our comrades we buried each morning.
In our own slime we were lost in a time.
Endless night without dawning.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Van Dieman's land is a hell for a man
To live out his life in slavery.
When the climate is raw and the gun makes the law.
Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery.

Twenty years have gone by and I've ended me bond
And comrades' ghosts are behind me.
A rebel I came and I'll die the same.
On the cold winds of night you will find me

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Contributed by Richurd

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Big city hypnotist

We don't cotton to your kind coming around here, Mr. Big City Hypnotist! Always waving your watch in front of other people's faces, snapping your fingers, and expecting folks to be doing things you tell them to do. It just ain't right!

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Blow (2001)

I was standing there, and it was like the outside of me and the inside of me
didn't match, you know? And then I looked around the room and it hit me. I saw my whole life. Where I was gonna live, what type of car I'd drive, who my neighbors would be. I saw it all and I didn't want it. Not that life.

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Bridges Of Madison County

This script is the speech that Clint Eastwood gave Meryl Streep when he wanted her to go away with him.

I will only say this once, I, I have never said it before. This kind of certainty comes but just once in a lifetime.

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Clerks Movie (1994)

You're spending what? Twenty, maybe thirty dollars a week on your cigarettes?...Fifty-three dollars a week on cigarettes! Come on! Would you give somebody that much money each week to kill you? 'Cause that's what you're doing now, by paying for this so-called privilege to smoke... It's that kinda mentality that allows the cancer-producing industry to thrive. 'Course we're all gonna die some day. But do we have to pay for it?
Do we have to actually throw hard-earned dollars down on the counter and say, 'Please Mr. Merchant-of-Death, sir, please, sell me something that'll stink up my breath and my clothes and fry my lungs'? ...Yeah. Yeah, and now here comes the speech about how he's just doing his job by following orders. Friends, let me tell you about another group of hate mongers that were just following orders. They were called Nazis!...Yeah, and they practically wiped an entire nation of people off the Earth just like your cigarettes are doing now.

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Cloning Scene from Jurrasic Park

Oh! Mr. DNA! Where did you come from?
From your blood. Just one drop of your blood contains, billions of strands of DNA – the building blocks of life. The DNA strand, like me, is the blueprint for building a living thing and sometimes animals that went extinct millions of years ago, like dinosaurs, left their blueprints behind for us to find. We just had to know where to look. A hundred million years ago, there were mosquitoes, just like today and just like today, they fed on the blood of animals, even dinosaurs. Sometimes, after biting a dinosaur, the mosquito would land on the branch of a tree, and get stuck in the sap. After a long time, the tree sap would get hard and become fossilized, just like a dinosaur bone, preserving the mosquito inside. This fossilized tree sap, which we call amber, waited for millions of years with the mosquito inside, until Jurassic Park scientists came along. Using sophisticated techniques they extract the preserved blood from the mosquito and bingo, dino DNA!

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Cranky Old Man Poem

Cranky Old Man
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

What do you see nurses? ….. What do you see?
What are you thinking ….. when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, ….. not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ….. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food ….. and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice ….. ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice ….. the things that you do.
And forever is losing ….. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not ….. lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ….. The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?….. Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse ….. you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am ….. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ….. as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten ….. with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters ….. who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen ….. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now ….. a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty ….. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows ….. that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now ….. I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ….. And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ….. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ….. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ….. have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me ….. to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, ….. Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children ….. My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me ….. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ….. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ….. young of their own.
And I think of the years ….. And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man ….. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age ….. look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles ….. grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone ….. where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ….. A young man still dwells,
And now and again ….. my battered heart swells
I remember the joys ….. I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living ….. life over again.
I think of the years, all too few ….. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact ….. that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ….. open and see.
Not a cranky old man …..
Look closer ….. see ….. ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

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Dirty Harry Do ya Feel Lucky?

Callahan:
I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?"
Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself.
But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?

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Disney's Oceans Opening (Soft Spoken)

A boy comes running up, and he asks, “What exactly is the ocean? What is the sea?”
You could hit him with a lot of statistics and Latin names, but the answer isn’t something you’ll find in a book. To really know what the ocean is, you have to see it for yourself. And hear it. And taste it. You have to feel its power.

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rage at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.  Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Dr Lector meets Clarice Starling in The Silence Of The Lambs

Dr. Lector: Morning.
You’re one of Jack Crawford’s aren’t you? May I ask your credentials. Closer please..... Closer.
That expires in one week. You’re not really an FBI are you? Jack Crawford sent a trainee to me.
MM. That is rather slippery of you Agent Starling. Sit, please.
Ah! That is the Duomo scene from the Belvediere. You know Florence. Memory Agent Starling is what I have instead of the view. Oh. No. No. No. No. You were doing fine. You were being courteous and receptive to courtesy. You had established trust with the embarrassing truth about Migs and now this ham handed segue into your questionannaire. Ch…….It won’t do. Yeah!. Jack Crawford must be very busy indeed if he is recruiting help from the student body. Busy hunting that no one Buffalo Bill. What a naughty boy he is? Do you know why he is called Buffalo Bill? Please tell me. The newspapers won’t say.
What do you think he removes their skins Agent Starling. Throw me with your acumen. I didn’t. You send that through now.

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Evangelion soliquoy

Mountains. Heavy are the mountains, but that changes with the passage of time. Sky. Blue sky. What your eyes can't see. What your eyes can see. The sun. One, only one. Water. It is agreeable. Commander Ikari. Flowers. So many the same, so many without purpose. Sky. Sky red. Red the color, the color I hate. The liquid flows. It drips, ripples and pours. Blood. Scent of blood of a woman who does not bleed. From the red soil the humans come. The humans made by man and woman. City. A human creation. EVA. A human creation as well. What are humans? Are they creations of God? Humans are that which is created by humans. This is that which is mine. My life. My heart. I'm a vessel for my thoughts. The entry plug. The throne of the soul. Who is this? This is me.

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Evil Speech

You Fool! The power contained within these orbs is enough to turn one into a living god..All I have to do now, is kill you and take back what is rightfully mine!

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Fight Club Movie (1999)

Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells 'stop!', goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

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Forrest Gump Movie (1994)

You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doin' just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teachin' him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floatin' around accidental-like on a breeze. But I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happenin' at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away.

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Frederick Douglass Quotes

"The life of the nation is secure only while the nation is honest, truthful, and virtuous. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will."

"Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe."

"I am a Republican, a black, dyed in the wool Republican, and I never intend to belong to any other party than the party of freedom and progress."

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General Tauro Lira

"Sara had quite a time adjusting to South American food. It's much stronger in flavor than British fare. Of course, it looks different too. You should have seen her face when she first saw an avocado. She saw it was bright green and totally refused to try it. Nothing any of us could say or do would convince her. Though curiosity did get the better of her. She ended up sneaking into the kitchen one night and trying it. Shortly after that, avocados started disappearing and our cooks couldn't understand where they were going. We ended up finding the pits in her room. Turns out she loved them."

"I planned for Sara to stay in Paraiso. There was a dignitary, the son of one of my best friends, who fancied her. I had every intention of arranging their marriage. But, the tension between her and my wife worsened. When Sara told me of her desire to return to Gale, I realized that it was for the best. Being back in the public would make it difficult for her to disappear without someone questioning. I realized it was the safest thing, next to being with me. I honestly never believed she'd find her family. I guess I was wrong."

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Gladiator (2000)

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.

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Gone Baby Gone Movie (2007)

I always believed it was the things you don't choose that makes you who you are. Your city, your neighborhood, your family. People here take pride in these things, like it was somethin' they'd accomplished. The bodies around their souls, the cities wrapped around those. I lived on this block my whole life; most of these people have. When your job is to find people who are missin', it helps to know where they started. I find the people who started in the cracks and then fell through. This city can be hard.

When I was young, I asked my priest how you could get to heaven and still protect yourself from all the evil in the world. He told me what God said to His children. 'You are sheep among wolves. Be wise as serpents, yet innocent as doves.'

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Good Will Huntng - Park Scene

Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me and I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me? You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about. You've never been out of Boston.
So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written...Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that....
If I asked you about women you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, and you'd probably--uh--throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love y'probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like! God put an angel on earth just for you...who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sittin’ up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don't see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan right? (Will nods) Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard ! your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

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Goodfellas Movie (2009)

See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like movie stars with muscle. We had it all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar bowl full of coke next to the bed...Anything I wanted was a phone call away. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet twenty, thirty grand over a weekend and then I'd either blow the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't mean anything. When I was broke I would go out and rob some more. We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it's all over. And that's the hardest part.

Today, everything is different. There's no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can't even get decent food. Right after I got here I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)

Harry. I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. Yeah. I'd introduce you, but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days. The Boy-Who-Lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry! Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, shall I. It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed. I CAN TOUCH YOU NOW!

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)

Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the dark tower. You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen. And you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If you succeed tonight, more than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.

Oh, and by the way. When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck

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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001)

There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention! Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity.

Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?...And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?...Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?

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Henry Hill VO in Goodfellas

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.

To me being a gangster was better than being president of the United States.

Tuddy ran the cabstand and the Bella Vista Pizzeria and other places for his brother Paul, who was the boss of the neighborhood. Paulie might have moved slow but it was only because Paulie didn't have to move for anybody.

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Honey Baked Ham Commercial

Bee 1: Hi we're bees.

Bee 2: And we're mad!

Bee 1: Have you ever gone up to a bee and said, "Hey, you bee, thanks for inspiring the great taste of Honey Baked Ham."

Bee 2: No, you haven't!

Bee 1: Whatever!!! You love it. You enjoy it. But you never thank us.

Bee 2: And YOU wonder why... we STING!

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Indecent Proposal Movie (1993)

I remember once when I was young, and I was coming back from some place, a movie or something. I was on the subway. And there was a girl sitting across from me, and she was wearing this dress that was buttoned clear up right to here. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. And I was shy then, so when she would look at me, I would look away. Then afterwards, when I would look back, she would look away. Then I got to where I was gonna get off, and got off. The doors closed. And as the train was pulling away, she looked right at me and gave me the most incredible smile.

It was awful. I wanted to tear the doors open. I went back every night, same time, for two weeks, but she never showed up. That was 30 years ago, and I don't think that there's a day that goes by that I don't think about her. I don't want that to happen again. Just one dance?

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Independence Day Presidential Speech

Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. Mankind - that word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it's fate that today is the 4th of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom. Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution, but from annihilation. We're fighting for our right to live, to exist. And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice: 'We will not go quietly into the night!' 'We will not vanish without a fight!' 'We're going to live on!' 'We're going to survive!' Today we celebrate our Independence Day!

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Inglourious Basterds Movie (2009)

My name is Lt. Aldo Raine and I'm puttin' together a special team, and I need me eight soldiers. Eight Jewish-American soldiers. Now, y'all might've heard rumors about the armada happenin' soon. Well, we'll be leaving a little earlier. We're gonna be dropped into France, dressed as civilians. And once we're in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin' guerrilla army, we're gonna be doin' one thing and one thing only - killin' Nazis. Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the god-damn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a f--kin' air-o-plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain't got no humanity. They're the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin', mass murderin' maniac and they need to be dee-stroyed. That's why any and every son of a bitch we find wearin' a Nazi uniform, they're gonna die.

Now, I'm the direct descendant of the mountain man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Injun in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the German won't be able to help themselves but imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us that they are tortured with. Sound good?

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Letters From Iwo Jima Movie (2006)

Men, the time has come to show your true colors. As a member of the Honorable Imperial Army, I trust that you will fight with honor. This island is of utmost importance to Japan. Should the island fall, the enemy will use it as their base to attack our homeland. For the mainland...For our homeland...Until the very last man..Our duty is to stop the enemy right here. Not one of you is allowed to die until you have killed ten enemy soldiers. Do not expect to return home alive. I will always be in front of you.

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Love Actually

Love Actually (2003)
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.

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Lucky Man-A Memoir by Micheal J. Fox

Lucky Man – A memoir by Michael J. Fox
Chapter One - A Wake-up Call
Gainseville, Florida – November 1990

I woke to find the message in my left hand. It had me trembling. It wasn’t a fax, telegram, memo, or the usual sort of missive bringing disturbing news. In fact, my hand held nothing at all. The trembling was the message.
I was feeling a little disoriented. I’d only been shooting the movie in Florida for a week or so, and the massive, pink-laquered, four-poster bed surrounded by the pastel hues of the University Center Hotel’s Presidential Suite still came as a bit of a shock each morning.
It was Tuesday morning, so while I couldn’t recall the exact details of the previous night’s debauchery, it was a pretty safe bet that it had something to do with Monday Night Football. In those first few seconds of consciousness, I didn’t know what time it was, but I could be fairly certain that I hadn’t overslept. If I was needed on set, there would have been a phone call from my assistant, Brigette. If I had to leave the hotel at 10:00 A.M., let’s say, she would have called at 9:30, again at 9:40, then finally at 9:50 she would have taken the elevator from her floor up to mine, let herself into my room, propelled me to the shower, and slipped into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. None of this having transpired, I knew I had at least a few minutes.

Even with the lights off, blinds down, and drapes pulled, an offensive amount of light still filtered into the room. Eyes clenched shut, I placed the palm of my left hand across the bridge of my nose in a weak attempt to block the glare. A moth’s wing—or so I though—fluttered against my right cheek. I opened my eyes, keeping my hand suspended an inch or two in front of my face so I could finger-flick the little beastie across the room. That’s when I noticed my pinkie. It was trembling, twitching, auto-animated. How long this had been going on I wasn’t exactly sure. But now that I noticed it, I was surprised to discover that I couldn’t stop it.

Weird—maybe I slept on it funny. Five or six times in rapid succession I pumped my left hand into a fist, followed by a vigorous shaking out. Interlocking the fingers of each hand steeple-style with their opposite number, I lifted them up and over behind my head and pinned them to the pillow.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Like a moisture-free Chinese water torture, I could feel a gentle drumming at the back of my skull. If it was trying to get my attention, it had succeeded. I withdrew my left hand from behind my head and held it in front of my face, steadily, with fingers splayed—like the bespectacled X-ray glasses geek in the old comic book ad. I didn’t have to see the underlying skeletal structure; the information I was looking for was right there in the flesh; a thumb, three stock-still fingers, and out there on the lunatic fringe, a spastic pinkie.

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Mallrats Movie (1995)

One time my cousin Walter got this cat stuck in his ass. True story. He bought it at our local mall, so the whole fiasco wound up on the news. It was embarrassing for my relatives and all, but the next week, he did it again. Different cat, same results, complete with another trip to the emergency room. So, I run into him a week later in the mall and he's buying another cat. And I says to him: 'Jesus, Walt! What are you doing? You know you're just gonna get this cat stuck in your ass too. Why don't you knock it off?' And he said to me: 'Brodie, how the hell else am I supposed to get the gerbil out?' My cousin was a weird guy.

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McClarity Wristwatches

The following programming is brought to you by McClarity Timepieces, the finest in Irish wristwatches.

*static*

Ladies and gentlemen, this late breaking news just in: McClarity Timepieces, unable to keep up with worldwide demand, is on the verge of a complete meltdown. We take you now live to factory headquarters.

"Sales are down and profits are slumping! What we need is more productivity!!!"

Then end is near. Destruction grows closer. But once the factory doors shutter and there is not a single soul left to produce a reliable wristwatch - can time truly be on your side?

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narration from script library

You fool! The power contained within these orbs is enough to turn one into a living God! Now all I have to do is kill you, and take back what is rightfully mine! - (unknown source for this script)

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Network - The Money Speech

You have meddled with the primal forces of nature Mr. Biel
And I won’t have it.
Is that clear?
You think you 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,
Multi-varied,
Multinational dominion
of dollars.
Petro dollars.
Electro dollars.
Muti-dollars.
Riechmarks.
Rens.
Rubles, Pounds and Shekles.

It is the international system of currency,
Which determine 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. Biel?

You get up on your little 21” 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?
Carl 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. Biel.
The world is a college of corporations.
Inexorably determined by the
Imutable bylaws of business.
The World is a business Mr. Biel.
It has been since man crawled out of the slime.
And our children will live Mr. Biel
To see that
Perfect world
In which there’s no war,
Or famine,
Oppression,
Or brutality.
One vast ecumenical holding company.
For who all men will work to serve a common profit,
And which all men will hold a share of stock.
All necessities provided.
All anxieties tranquilized.
All boredom amused.

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Next!? - Redo

Five mirrors hanging,
Four barbers ganging,
Up on the hair which,
Have grown astray.
Combs sip through hair knots,
Hair blobs and bald spots,
Hary and have nots,
All cut away.
Watch trainees hang on,
Slick scissors bang on,
Snip make the hair gone,
Day after day.
Long faces, thin cheeks,
Fat features, head peaks,
pug noses, long beaks,
Sad sacks and gay.
Spittons on worn floors,
Burr ends and fruit cores,
Slam - open - close doors,
Sit, snip and pay.
Sink, strap and oil jugs,
Grindstones and soap mugs,
Goo stuff to kill bugs,
Dug in to stay.
No matter where at,
Off with the ole hat,
Haircut and that's that,
Then on your way! .......Next!?

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No Country For Old Men Movie (2007)

I was Sheriff of this county when I was 25 years old. Hard to believe. My grandfather was a lawman, father too. Me and him was sheriffs at the same time, him up in Plano and me out here. I think he's pretty proud of that. I know I was. Some of the old time Sheriffs never even wore a gun. A lotta folks find that hard to believe. Jim Scarborough'd never carry one - that's the younger Jim. Gaston Borkins wouldn't wear one up in Comanche County.

I always liked to hear about the old-timers. Never missed a chance to do so. You can't help but compare yourself against the old-timers. Can't help but wonder how they'd have operated these times.

There was this boy I sent to the 'lectric chair at Huntsville here awhile back. My arrest and my testimony. He killt a 14 year-old girl. Papers said it was a crime of passion but he told me there wasn't any passion to it. Told me that he'd been plannin' to kill somebody for about as long as he could remember. Said that if they turned him out, he'd do it again. Said he knew he was going to hell: 'Be there in about fifteen minutes.' I don't know what to make of that. I surely don't.

The crime you see now, it's hard to even take its measure. It's not that I'm afraid of it. I always knew you had to be willin' to die to even do this job. But, I don't want to push my chips forward and go out and meet somethin' I don't understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He'd have to say: 'O.K., I'll be part of this world.'

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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003)

There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took 'em all. We spent 'em and traded 'em and frittered 'em away on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave 'em away, the more we came to realize, the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust.

We are cursed men, Miss Turner. Compelled by greed, we were, but now we are consumed by it. There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.

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Remember The Titans Movie (2000)

Anybody know what this place is? This is Gettysburg. This is where they fought the battle of Gettysburg. Fifty thousand men died right here on this field, fightin' the same fight that we're still fightin' amongst ourselves today. This green field right here, painted red, bubblin' with the blood of young boys. Smoke and hot lead pourin' right through their bodies. Listen to their souls, men. I killed my brother with malice in my heart. Hatred destroyed my family. You listen, you take a lesson from the dead.

If we don't come together right now on this hallowed ground, we too will be destroyed, just like they were. I don't care if you like each other right now, but you will respect each other. And maybe - I don't know, maybe we'll learn to play this game like men.

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Rocky's talk to son

“ Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life.

But it ain’t about how hard you hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.. It’s how much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done.

Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hits, and not point fingers and blame other people. Cowards do that and that ain’t you. You’re better than that!”

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Romeo's Soliloquy from Romeo and Juliet

But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!--
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.--
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!--
She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.--
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.--
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

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Rounders Movie (1998)

Listen, here's the thing. If you can't spot the sucker in your first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker. Guys around here will tell ya, you play for a living, it's like any other job. You don't gamble, you grind it out. Your goal is to win one big bet an hour, that's it. Get your money in when you have the best of it. Protect it when you don't. Don't give anything away. That's how I paid my way through half of law school. A true grinder. You see, I learned how to win a little at a time. But finally I've learned this: if you're too careful, your whole life can become a f--kin' grind. This is Teddy KGB's place. You won't find it in the Yellow Pages.

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Script submitted by dave@clickproseo.com

To My Core
By David Knize

I am strong, I am disciplined and I am well trained.
I serve on my own free will to protect with honor and dignity. This will never change. I am a patriot, a fighter, and my Father’s son.
I am committed, driven and ethical. I obey any and all orders commanded by my superiors without question or hesitation.
I stand tall, proud and I am highly skilled in my field of designation.
I am a professional, a warrior and a marksman. I shall not judge nor discriminate. I enforce with vigilance to protect my brother, my squad, my compound and my country.
I am eighteen years old, I am a Soldier, I am a United States Marine.

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Self Esteem

You know, a big struggle we face in life is finding the will inside us. Just looking for that self esteem to drive us forward. I look at myself and I've made the point of saying "Yeah, I'll probably be a serial killer one day. Not on purpose, like maliciously, just a psychotic break or something" I think of that often. Quite fondly, in fact. Not because of the fact that I'm probably a closet serial killer, but be cause one day, even if the world is crashing down on me, I might have a goal in life. Something to wake up in the morning and say "Yeah, I know what will make me happy today."

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Sir Winston Churchill's Speech

And so, I have myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our Island home, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone. At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve of His Majesty's Government - every man of them. That is the will of Parliament and the nation. The British Empire and the French Republic, linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death their native soil, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength. We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.

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Spider-Man 2 Movie (2004)

He knows a hero when he sees one. Too few characters out there, flying around like that, saving old girls like me. And Lord knows, kids like Henry need a hero. Courageous, self-sacrificing people setting examples for all of us. Everybody loves a hero. People line up for 'em. Cheer them. Scream their names. And years later, they'll tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who taught them to hold on a second longer.

I believe there's a hero in all of us that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride. Even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams. Spider-Man did that for Henry and he wonders where he's gone. He needs him.

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St. Crispin’s Day speech from Henry V (1599) by William Shakespeare

WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING. What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this feast,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall a good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

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Tennessee Cowboy

Alright guys
Just came back from Texas
Just finished milking some cows
Just finished gittin' some chicken eggs
I just finished playing with the dogs
And I just finished shooting out some wild coons..
Now I'm back in Tennessee, and this is where I hung my hat.

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The 8,000-Year-Old Man

8,000 years ago my dad told me that I will die at 85, but I'm still here. Actually, I have a headache.

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The Fugitive Movie (1993)

Single-minded US Marshal Sam Gerard (Tommy Lee Jones) instructed his men on how to look for escaped fugitive Dr. Richard Kimble (Harrison Ford):

Listen up, ladies and gentlemen. Our fugitive has been on the run for 90 minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground, barring injuries, is 4 miles-an-hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want out of each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles. Your fugitive's name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.

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The Little Skillet Pot

Did you ever have colcannon with lovely yellow cream?
And the Spuds and cabbage blended like a picture in a dream.
Did you ever make a hole on top to hold the melting flake
of the creamy flavoured butter that our mother used to make?

Yes you did, so you did. So did she, and so did I.
And the more I think about, sure it the more I want to cry.
Oh weren't them the happy days when troubles we knew not.
And our mothers made colcannon in the little skillet pot.

Did you ever help her make potato cakes on baking day?
And the smells that filled the kitchen sure would take your breath away.
And when at last twas ready sure a great big bite you'd take,
of the creany flavored soft and melting sweet potato cake.

Did you travel to the sea-side to spend a holiday?
and your cheeks were red and rosy from the wind and from the spray.
And you frolicked in the waves but you never felt the chill.
And at night you heard some ghostly tales that have you shaking still.

Did you ever go a-courting as the sun went down,
and watched the stars a-twinkling from the hill above the town.
Did you find a leafy bower where you knew you'd not be seen,
and you gently kissed and cuddled with your darling sweet Colleen.

Contributed by Richurd

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The Lord Of The Rings Opening Monologue

The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live, will remember it.

It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf-Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power.
For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern each race.

But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the Fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron, forged in secret, a master ring to control all others and into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all.

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The Notebook Movie (2004)

My Dearest Allie.
I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us.
I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you. Noah

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The Princess Bride (Excerpt) - Miracle Max

Miracle Max: What?, What?
Indigo Montoya: Are you the Miracle Max that worked for the King for all those years? Max: The King’s stinking son fired me. And thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it. We’re closed!
Max: Beat it or I’ll call the brute squad
Fezzik: I'm on brute squad.
Max: You are the brute squad!
Indigo: We need a miracle, it’s very important.
Max: Look, I’m retired, and besides why would you want someone that the King’s stinking son fired? I might kill whoever you wanted me to miracle.
Indigo: He’s already dead.
Miracle Max: He is huh? I’ll take a look, bring him in.

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The Truth About Fairies

Do you believe in fairies? They are not as friendly as once thought. First they bite. It feels like a little pick; a sting on the skin. When it begins to glow, that is what you have to be careful of. Then you're in for quite a rush, my dear boy. You see, their glittery skin, their sparkling wings, and glowing smiles - it's all just a trick; and they love to play tricks, especially on the ones that are fond of them. You think we are evil, we are devilish, these little girls (if you choose to call them that) are much, much darker than we.

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The Wonder Years Narration

There was a time when the world was enormous: spanning the vast, almost infinite boundaries of your neighborhood. The place where you grew up, where you didn’t think twice about playing on someone else’s lawn. The street was your territory that occasionally got invaded by a passing car. It was where you didn’t get called home until after it was dark. And all the people, and all the houses that surrounded you were as familiar as the things in your own room.

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The Wonder Years Narration 2

1968. I was 12 years old. A lot happened that year. There’s no pretty way to put this, I grew up in the suburbs. I guess most people think of the suburb as a place with all the disadvantages of the city, and none of the advantages of the country. And vice versa. But, in a way, those really were the wonder years for us. It was kind of a golden age for kids.

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The Wonder Years Narration 3

Once upon a time there was a girl I knew that lived across the street. Brown hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. Every single thing that happened to me that mattered, in some way, had to do with her. That day we promised each other that we’d always be together. It was the kind of promise that could only come from the hearts of the very young.

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The Wrestler Movie 2008

I just want to tell you, I'm the one who was supposed to take care of everything. I'm the one who was supposed to make everything okay for everybody. It just didn't work out like that. And I left. I left you. You never did anything wrong, you know. I used to try to forget about you. Ha, ha. I used to try to pretend that you didn't exist - but I can't. You're my girl. You're my little, you're my little girl. And now, I'm an old broken down piece of meat and I'm alone. And I deserve to be all alone. I just don't want you to hate me. OK?

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Think Not I Love Him

AS YOU LIKE IT
A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare

PHEBE: Think not I love him, though I ask for him;
'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well.
But what care I for words? Yet words do well
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
It is a pretty youth; not very pretty;
But sure he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him.
He'll make a proper man. The best thing in him
Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
Did make offense, his eye did heal it up.
He is not very tall; yet for his year's he's tall.
His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well.
There was a pretty redness in his lip,
A little riper and more lusty red
Than that mixed in his cheek; 'twas just the difference
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
There be some women, Silvius, had they marked him
In parcels as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
I love him not nor hate him not; and yet
I have more cause to hate him than to love him;
For what had he to do to chide at me?
He said mine eyes were black and my hair black;
And, now I am rememb'red, scorned at me.
I marvel why I answered not again.
But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it. Wilt thou, Silvius?

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This is My Voice - not your voice, My Voice

This... is my voice.
There is no music, and there are no sound effects... only my pure wonderful voice, recorded by me for my personal gratifiction.
I am a magnificent voice over artist, an impressive voice actor, and a stupendous voice talent, and I can convey my message in many ways, in many tones, and with many emotions, that you cannot possibly understand with your pathetically untrained ears.
I can speak like Optimus Prime, so you can know just how great I really am when my voice comes booming deeply through your toy speakers, for I demand respect from those who are listening. My voice can remain constant from one script to the next for I need not improve what is naturally perfect.
I speak to this Motley band of Voice over wannabes not so they might learn something, for you either have it or your don't, but so they might bask in the glory of my ego. Oh, there are those who will find fault. It's as the old adage states “Those who can't, teach”. When there is an absence of understanding, opinions are what rise to the surface as if they were thoughts of consequence. Like parrots they criticize with regurgitations of words they've heard others speak. They always seek to judge me, however, it is a reflection of my genrous nature that I am neither vengeful, nor forgiving.
I am a voice actor...and this is my voice.

Contributed by Richurd

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To My Core

To My Core
By David Knize

I am strong, I am disciplined and I am well trained.
I serve on my own free will to protect with honor and dignity. This will never change. I am a patriot, a fighter, and my Father’s son.
I am committed, driven and ethical. I obey any and all orders commanded by my superiors without question or hesitation.
I stand tall, proud and I am highly skilled in my field of designation.
I am a professional, a warrior and a marksman. I shall not judge nor discriminate. I enforce with vigilance to protect my brother, my squad, my compound and my country.
I am eighteen years old, I am a Soldier, I am a United States Marine.

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Transformers-Optimus Prime

With the Allspark gone,we cannot return life to our planet.And fate has yielded it’s reward,a new world to call home.We live among its people now,hiding in plain site but watching over them in secret... waiting...protecting.

I have witnessed their capacity for courage,and though we are worlds apart,like us there’s more to them than meets the eye.I am Optimus Prime,and I send this message to any surviving autobots taking refuge among the stars:We are here.We are waiting.

Script submitted by dave@clickproseo.com

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Transformers: The Movie (1986)

It is the year 2005. The treacherous Decepticons have conquered the Autobots' home planet of Cybertron. But from secret staging grounds on two of Cybertron's moons the valiant Autobots prepare to retake their homeland.

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Unexpected Success

Unexpected Success.
Humor
By Greg Schwarzbach

Sometimes, when a person sets out to accomplish one goal, they wind up unexpectedly accomplishing another, and they become legends.
Take Harvey Chase. When he tried out for the football team, he discovered that it had no more openings. All the sports teams were full. So the only thing left was the tiddly winks team. Hesitantly, Harvey joined. He faced great challenges, mastering the squidgers and winks. After years of ups and downs in his career, Harvey was dubbed “The Pot Man.” His uncanny accuracy and style with the squidger became legendary. No pot placement was too far. After taking many titles, Harvey retired, but continued to do shows in Las Vegas performing many trick shots, which often were adopted by professional players. He continues to this day, as old as Harvey is, to give talks to young children urging them to pursue this little known, and amazing career.

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Vincent Price Thriller Rap

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’awl’s neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller.

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War in the Heavens-Immortals Prologue-Movie

When this world was still young,long before man or beast roamed these lands, there was a war in the heavens.

Immortals, once thoughts incapable of death, discovered they had the power to kill one another.

Lost in this war was a weapon of unimaginable power, the Epirus bow. The victors declared themselves Gods, while the vanquished were renamed Titans and forever imprisoned within the bowels of Mount Tartarus.

Eons passed, mankind flourished and the great war receded from memory.

But the evil that once was has reemerged.

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We are Marshall Movie (2006)

For those of you who may not know, this is the final resting place for six members of the 1970 Thundering Herd. The plane crash that took their lives was so severe, so, so absolute, that their bodies were unable to be identified. So they were buried here, together. Six players, six teammates, six Sons of Marshall. This is our past, gentlemen. This is where we have been. This is how we got here. This is who we are. Today, I want to talk about our opponent this afternoon. They're bigger, faster, stronger, more experienced and on paper, they're just better. And they know it, too. But I wanna tell you something that they don't know. They don't know your heart. I do. I've seen it. You have shown it to me. You have shown this coaching staff, your teammates. You have shown yourselves just exactly who you are in here. (Pounds chest)

When you take that field today, you've gotta lay that heart on the line, men. From the souls of your feet, with every ounce of blood you've got in your body, lay it on the line until the final whistle blows. And if you do that, if you do that, we cannot lose. We may be behind on the scoreboard at the end of the game but if you play like that we cannot be defeated. Now we came here today to remember six young men and sixty-nine others who will not be on the field with you today, but they will be watching. You can bet your ass that they'll be gritting their teeth with every snap of that football. You understand me? How you play today, from this moment on, is how you will be remembered. This is your opportunity to rise from these ashes and grab glory.

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We Were Soldiers (2002)

Look around you. In the 7th Cavalry, we got a Captain from the Ukraine. Another from Puerto Rico. We've got Japanese, Chinese, Blacks, Hispanics, Cherokee Indians, Jews and Gentiles - all Americans. Now here in the States, some men in this unit may experience discrimination because of race or creed. But for you and me now, all that is gone. We're moving into the 'valley of the shadow of death' - where you will watch the back of the man next to you, as he will watch yours. And you won't care what color he is or by what name he calls God.

They say we're leavin' home. We're goin' to what home was always supposed to be. So let us understand the situation. We are goin' into battle against a tough and determined enemy. I can't promise you that I will bring you all home alive. But this I swear before you and before Almighty God that when we go into battle, I will be the first to set foot on the field, and I will be the last to step off. And I will leave no one behind. Dead or alive, we will all come home together. So help me God.

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What Dreams May Come Movie (1998)

I'm sorry, babe, but there's some things I have to say. I've only got a few moments left. I'm sorry for all the things I'll never give you. I'll never buy you another meatball sub with extra sauce -- that was a big one! I'll never make you smile. I just wanted us to be old together, just two old farts laughin' at each other as our bodies fell apart, together at the end by that lake in your painting. That was our Heaven, see? There's lots of things to miss: books, naps, kisses, and fights! God, we had some great ones. Thank you for those. Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts. For your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. You were my life. I apologize for every time I failed you. Especially this one.

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