Tuesday: Movie Quotes
Jun. 9th, 2009 06:55 amToday's theme is Movie Quotes.
From 'The Princess Bride' to 'Night of the Living Dead', any and all movies are quotable!
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, "You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!" (The Italian Job)
Supernatural/Boondock Saints, Sam/Dean/Connor/Murphy, "You call that a knife?" (Crocodile Dundee)
Please remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one or more of your prompts are answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
From 'The Princess Bride' to 'Night of the Living Dead', any and all movies are quotable!
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, "You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!" (The Italian Job)
Supernatural/Boondock Saints, Sam/Dean/Connor/Murphy, "You call that a knife?" (Crocodile Dundee)
Please remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one or more of your prompts are answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
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Date: 2009-06-09 06:03 am (UTC)The Perils of Loosing Your Planet
Date: 2009-06-27 12:16 pm (UTC)“Oh, so you have another planet stashed somewhere where we can move?”
“Well no, but really who needs a planet. We have a perfectly lovely spaceship right here, and I’m sure the beds could use a good workout.”
*snort* “ Losing the planet might not be the end of the world, but it is the end of any workouts. If you ever want to “workout” again I suggest you get to work finding the planet.”
“Oh, that’s cold mate”
“Shut up, John”
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Date: 2009-06-10 04:44 pm (UTC)"What?" he sputters as they pull the guns from their waistbands.
"Mr. Jones, you're a bad man," Parker informs him, shaking her head. "And bad men need to be punished."
Eliot agrees, "Never should have embezzled from the pension fund. Or at least you should have covered your tracks better."
"You want money, you want..." the man pleaded, "I can give you anything. Anything."
Parker and Eliot's eyes met over the man's head. A tiny nod and they spoke as one, "And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be."
Parker smiles at Eliot, "In nomine Patri."
Eliot looks up, ignoring the crying, pleading man, "Et Fili."
"Et Spiritus Sancti," both finish the prayer, guns pressed against the man's head.
A tightening of fingers and it's done. The man flops to the floor. Dead. Eliot and Parker are moving before he hits the floor. They suspect that the family has already called the police and they need to be gone before anyone shows up. They don't speak until they are in the car, pulling away.
Parker turns to look at Eliot and smiles, "I love that movie. Which one's next?"
Eliot thinks for a second, "Let's see what Nate picks for movie night. It's bound to have something we can use."
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Date: 2009-09-13 07:40 pm (UTC)He's not a doctor, but Mello says No fucking hospitals so many times in his hoarse croak of a voice that Matt closes his eyes, gathers his will, does his best with what he can buy and steal and con, legal and not.
A month later, Mello's better - enough that Matt feels like he can leave him alone without the probability of coming home to a corpse - and so Matt goes out for a real shopping trip, because they've been living on pizzas and chinese and whatever he can convince the delivery guys to bring from the corner shop the whole time, and if he never sees another box of young chow again, he'll be okay.
He gets back and finds Mello awake, hunched up in bed with his head resting on his crossed arms. Shards of glass glitter from the carpet across the room; the mirror's shattered to bits and there are god damn bullet holes in his wall, but when Mello raises his head, he just says, did you bring me any fucking chocolate, and there's steel in his voice that Matt knows from long experience means someone is going to pay.
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Date: 2009-06-09 06:27 am (UTC)He sighs and sits on his bunk. A small, soft noise from the doorway makes him look up. River is standing there, hair wet from the shower. "Are you alright?" She asks, and Simon has a jolt of relief that she's lucid.
He nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I will be." He sighs. "It's just...sometimes I think that when I'm old, if I live to be, the only things I'll remember are the bad times, you know? The slaps upside the head, the cocked guns."
She shakes her head and comes and sits next to him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "No. All those moments...they'll be lost in time like tears in rain."
He opens his mouth in wonder, and turns it into a fond grin. "Thanks."
She smiles back, then turns her head to look up at the ceiling of his bunk. "It's raining right now."
His smile fades. "River, we're in space."
She looks back at him, a small frown crossing her face. "Yes. But it's raining. It has to be." Her voice takes on that note of I know I'm right, why don't you? and she draws up and away from him, a little. "It must be raining, because I'm crying, always crying, and you can't see the tears."
He gathers her in, making soothing noises, tangling his hands in her hair. "I can see." He whispers to her fiercely. "I can always see."
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Date: 2009-09-13 01:15 am (UTC)He finally finds Crawford, hours later, by the shape of his mind, the feel of his thoughts, and ducks into an expensive restaurant. His eyes dart from suit to suit, but he comes up with nothing.
A group of older men brush past him on their way out, old money in the clothes and minds of every one. It's annoying, how they think they're better than everyone - than him - and he's about to do something about it just to relieve his frustration when suddenly he recognizes the tilt of a head, the line of a jaw.
Crawford? he thinks, and shit, now that he's really looking, he can see how it works, the streaks of grey dyed into his slicked-back hair, tinted contacts, slight wrinkles added around his eyes: simple things, but he'd never have known him.
Crawford nods to one of his companions as they walk out the door, saying something - low enough that Schuldig can't make out the words, just the murmuring drawl. Have the salmon, Crawford tells him as the door closes behind him and Schuldig's concentration slips enough that the maître d’ notices him standing there and hurries over with an apologetic smile. And meet me at the airport at two-thirty.
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Date: 2009-06-09 06:18 am (UTC)An argument
Date: 2009-06-09 07:24 am (UTC)"You're investigating Jake Kane? I'm sorry Veronica, I thought we were in DC, but I guess we're still at Neptune High! And here you are, still mad at Duncan's dad!"
"You have got to be kidding me Logan! This is my JOB!"
"But does it have to be Jake Kane?"
"Do you think he's innocent? Are you saying you think I framed him?" The hurt came through Veronica's voice despite her best efforts, pulling them both back to a time when they were enemies. When the Mars family were the town villains, when Logan would snickers as kids yelled 'Slut!' at Veronica.
With Logan, Veronica never knew when something old would surface. For better or for worse.
But Logan knew what Veronica was thinking. "Of course not, Veronica. When have I questioned your integrity? I mean if anything, you're TOO honest." Logan closed his eyes in regret then, knowing it was the wrong thing to say.
"You mean I should play ball? Fall helpless at the feet of the old boys' club and JAKE KANE?"
"Hey, you said your boss wanted you to get better at tiptoeing around the big players. And Jake Kane happens to qualify. Have you seen his 08 campaign contributions?"
"Like you care about politics, Logan."
"I care about you. And you care about your career. And your boss cares about making nice with his bosses. So yeah, I guess that means I care about politics."
"What do you think I'm going to do Logan? Look the other way?"
"You would if it were someone you cared about."
Veronica paused. "The hell I would."
"I know you would. If it were me. If it were your dad -"
"My dad would never -"
"Of course he wouldn't. Though I notice you weren't so quick to jump to my defense."
Veronica gave a look of apology but not the actual words. It was good enough for Logan, though. "Look, V, I know it's your decision. I know you have history with Jake Kane -"
"His accounting practices broke the law, Logan! It's not about history!"
"Well, maybe it should be! He's Lily's father, Veronica. His son hasn't seen him in years and he lost Lily! Does he really need to go to jail too?"
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Date: 2011-03-24 02:27 pm (UTC)Jess is seated next to her on the couch in Luke's apartment, and he's warily eying the cell phone she has cradled in her hand. He looks uncomfortable and quite possibly a little afraid, which Rory thinks is hilarious. He's actually leaning away from her a bit, slightly recoiling, yet trying to make it look like he's not edging away at all. She tests this by suddenly jerking the phone toward him, and she lets out an amused giggle as he practically jumps away, ending up on the far end of the couch.
"Oh, c'mon, Jess, it's not going to bite you, I promise," she says in between laughs, and he narrows his eyes, glaring at her. Uh oh, she's offended his male pride by laughing at him. She pulls the phone back and affects her best puppy dog pout, lower lip poked out and quivering slightly, corners of her eyes softened and there's a very faint glimmer of tears forming. Jess can't stand that look, and she knows it, knows it's his weakness, and she manages not to look too triumphant when he casually slides back closer to her, his arm draping around her shoulders.
"How about we just forget the phone and I smile or frown at you when I see you next?" he asks as he leans in and nudges his nose against the outer shell of her ear.
She feels goose pimples breaking out on her skin, and she shivers, trying not to get distracted. "No, I'm going to teach you the art of texting, Jess," she says, a determined tone in her voice. "It's the 21st century. It's time for you to get with the program."
"Uh huh, sure," Jess mutters as he moves his lips down to her neck, kissing her skin. He feels the tremble that racks her tiny frame, and he doesn't bother to hide his smirk. "Hey, do they have a face for this?"
Rory starts to ask what he means by "this" when he's suddenly kissing her, his tongue everywhere at once, and her eyes roll up into the back of her head. Phone, what phone?
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Date: 2009-06-09 02:29 pm (UTC)Elizabeth simply looked at Jack with that damnable smirk on her face, the one that had already launched several ships in search of the Bermuda Heart. "I didn't think you would be so cautious, Jack... getting old?"
"That was low," he muttered, then straightened his aching back. "Have you heard of the Bermuda Triangle, luv? How ships go in and never come back? Not all of us have connections with Death's Pirate like you do."
The smirk fell off, replaced by something cold and hard. "We leave with the tide," she snapped. "With or without you." She turned and left.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Jack muttered, following behind a moment later.
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