i can't get over it, i'm posting it again

as boyfriends go, polly bleeker is totally boss. he is the cheese to my macaroni.

why has no one posted this yet? it actually makes my stomach flip.

Mr. Darcy: You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

quite possibly the best movie ever.

he just keeps getting more & more good looking...

Is that a trick question?

You're supposed to be the leading lady in your own life, for God's sake!

I have another scenario for you - I'm in love with you. I apologize for the blunt delivery, but as problematic as this fact may be, I'm in love... with YOU.

Iris, if you were a melody...I used only the good notes.

I have a cow and I sew. How's that for "hard to relate to'?"

He's an idiot. He let you go, this is not a hard one to figure out.

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ugh ihate this quote but its so used and i couldn't think of another from this movie...

i see dead people.

ok i lied this is my favorite shyamalan

Mr. Dury: What kind of person would be so arrogant as to presume the intention of another human being?

Anna Ran: She's not feeling feel (hand motions showing drunkeness), and she's wearing nothing but his shirt. Mr. Heep is a playa!

Cleveland Heep: I'll miss your faces. Oh, they reminded me of God.

Cleveland Heep: H-how was the movie?

Harry Farber: Sucked

Cleveland Heep: Oh... what a shame.

Harry Farber: Characters were walking around, saying their thoughts out loud. Who does that? And in a typical romance where the couple finally tell each other they love one another in the rain. Why does everyonelike to stand around and talk in the rain in movies?

Cleveland Heep: Um... well maybe it's a metaphor for purification; starting new.

Harry Farber: No, it's not!

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my fav of the shyamalan's

I had met a lot of people like you in my work, people who tell you a story, a fantastic story, and then say it can be true, and in all of these fantastic things, all they need is a credit card number.

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m. night week

it just felt wrong not to swing.

another fine john cusack movie

kid: i eat lucky charms.
john(nods head approvingly):i believe in a substantial breakfast.

true words NC, true words...

Young and with no clue. Still wanna love you. Give credit where it's due, I've got good taste.

It's not like I wanna get married. I never asked you to kiss me. Just don't want you to be sorry. You didn't try. :)

nothing like a little teenie-bopper music in the mornin!

why not take a crazy chance? why not do a crazy dance? if you live the moment, you will live alot, so why not? why not?

[Romantic Tension]

I may love Jonny Depp for this movie, until the day I die.

J.M. Barrie: [discussing Sylvia's reluctance to accept her illness] They can see it, you know. You can't go on just pretending.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Just pretending? You brought pretending into this family, James. You showed us we can change things by simply believing them to be different.
J.M. Barrie: A lot of things, Sylvia. Not everything.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: But the things that matter. We've pretended for some time now that you're a part of this family, haven't we? You've come to mean so much to us all that now, it doesn't matter if it's true. And even if it isn't true, even if that can never be... I need to go on pretending... until the end... with you.

i've grown accustomed to her face...

Marry Freddy! What an infantile idea, what a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do. She'll regret it. She'll regret it! It's doomed before they even take the vow.

Poor Eliza! How simply frightful! How humiliating! How *delightful*!

i would cry too.

Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?

Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.

apples & oranges- great album

Is this the outcome

is this the truth

is there a connection

between me and you

is this the game you play

is there a better way

for me to get through

this is unusual so unusual

i am beyond this beyond you

i'm beyond trying

trying to reach you

cause honestly

how can honesty cause confusion

this is unusual so unusual

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

where the sidewalk ends...

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

the walrus and the carpenter

"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things:Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--Of cabbages--and kings--And why the sea is boiling hot--And whether pigs have wings."

(the rest of the poem is too long)

everyone in my family has this memorized- its a genetic gift

The Jabberwocky- Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

mmmmm love me some Jack...

If I had eyes in the back of my head, I would've told you that you looked good as you walked away...

gonna dig them

I have probably seen the movie Holes (Shia LaBouf's break out role) 37 times, and each time, this scene makes me cry:

Trout Walker: [Trout appears, pointing a rifle at Kate] You got five seconds to tell me where you buried the loot!
Kissin' Kate Barlow: I've been waitin' for you, Trout...
[she draws her pistol and aims. Trout hesitates, but then she lowers it]
Kissin' Kate Barlow: I ain't gonna kill you.
[she throws the gun down, and Trout's wife picks it up]
Trout Walker: Where's the loot?
Kissin' Kate Barlow: There ain't no loot.
Trout Walker: Don't give me that! You robbed every bank from Hell to Houston!
Linda Walker: We saw you heading back with a shovel, Miss Katherine!
Kissin' Kate Barlow: Linda Miller? Is that you?
Linda Walker: I've been Linda Walker for the past thirteen years!
Trout Walker: One!
Kissin' Kate Barlow: Aw, Linda, you were such a good student... you must have married him for his money.
Trout Walker: Two!
Linda Walker: Well, it's all gone now! It dried up with the lake. Hasn't rained here since the day they killed Sam! Now you better tell him what he wants, he's a desperate man!
Trout Walker: Three!
Kissin' Kate Barlow: Go on, kill me.
Trout Walker: [smiles crookedly] I ain't gonna kill you. But by the time I'm finished with you, you gonna wish you was dead.
Kissin' Kate Barlow: [chuckles] I've been wishing I was dead for a long time. You, and your children’s children, will dig for 100 years, and you will neeever find it. [She picks up deadly lizard] Come here, sweetheart. Well, Trout, start digging. [Lizard bites her, and she dies within seconds.]