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"...Prisons are bulging with dummies who wonder how they got there..."
The Big Heat
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"Hell...I havent been going anywhere for ten years..."
Chris (Yul Bryner) - Return of the Seven
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Vin: "How did ya do?"
Chris: "Three."
Vin: "They any good?"
Chris: "...They're alive."
Return of the Seven
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"...Do you not tire of being my conscience, Father? The strong must be generous to the weak....Do you know who made up that rule?...the weak!! "
Bandit in Return of the seven.
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Extract from TV series The Deuce, about 70s 80s porn industry and prostitution. Dont normally get film-standard dialogue on tv but Deuce has been very good.
One of the enforcers at the parlour called Black Frankie who looks after the prostitutes is telling the manager Bobby Dwyer and his son a story...
"...When i was in Rykers...there was this one guy went by the name Spanish Joe. Mocked me soon as i came in. I dont know why. Certain guys just be angry like that. Gotta look down on someone. He told me straight up: 'im about to murder yo ass.' It was his big mistake. Some guys just run their gums too long. My man Tuco said 'When you have shoot, shoot! Dont talk!' .....Spanish Joe gave me time to think, so i made a decision. Got friendly with a guard, he passed me one of those machinist's screwdrivers...long shaft. One morning i caught up with Spanish Joe in the showers. Want to get a man when hes most vunerable? You hit him while hes nek. Got him in a head lock and drove that screwdriver into his eye. All the way to the handle. Buried the motherfucker in his brain...You see? He thought it was gonna go a certain way...but it was me who wrote the end his story..."
Parlour manager Bobby Dwyer: "...Who the fuck is Tuco?"
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Feb 14, 2020 - 5:00 AM
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Jim Phelps
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Bill, your "The Deuce" quote sounds like the one you Terence Stamp delivered in THE LIMEY, but then everything tends to remind me of THE LIMEY:
"How you doin' then? All right, are you? Now look, squire, you're the guv'nor here, I can see that. I'm in your manor now. So there's no need to get your knickers in a twist. Whatever this bollocks is that's going down between you and that slag Valentine, it's got nothing to do with me. I couldn't care less. Alright, mate? Let me explain. When I was in prison - second time - uh, no, telling a lie, third stretch, yeah, third, third - there was this screw what really had it in for me, and that geezer was top of my list. Two years after I got sprung, I sees him in Arnold Park. He's sittin' on a bench feedin' bloody pigeons. There was no-one about, I could've gone up behind him and snapped his f***in' neck, *wallop!* But I left it. I could've knobbled him, but I didn't. 'Cause what I thought I wanted wasn't what I wanted. What I thought I was thinkin' about was something else. I didn't give a toss. It didn't matter, see? This berk on the bench wasn't worth my time. It meant sod-all in the end, 'cause you gotta make a choice: when to do something, and when to let it go. When it matters, and when it don't. Bide your time. That's what prison teaches you, if nothing else. Bide your time, and everything becomes clear, and you can act accordingly."
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Yes, somewhat similar. Although black frankie delivered his slow and unhurried, in a quiet whisper, like he was an ex rykers con who had turned to acting. Terence stamp delivered his more like a mockney cockney trying too hard to be tough, like a bad Steven Berkoff exaggerration in the Krays.
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