”Var är citatet ifrån?”-leken

I'm ninety years old. You know how I look so pretty? I take drugs. Special H.A.T.E. drugs. Life extending drugs. H.A.T.E. has the best drugs. Because H.A.T.E. loves me. And I love H.A.T.E. Every day of my horrible drug-extended terrorist-fighting life. Every day I smoke two hundred cigarettes and one hundred cigars and drink a bottle of whisky and three bottles of wine with dinner. And dinner is meat. Raw meat. The cook serves me an entire animal and I fight it bare-handed and tear off what I want and eat it and have the rest buried. In New Jersey! For H.A.T.E.!
Dirk Anger, NextWave.
 
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As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, free flow of information is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on information flow will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on public discourse has begun its rapid slide into despotism. Beware of he who would deny you access to information, for in his heart he dreams himself your master
 
- Sure. Everything. After a while, you can call bartenders and Faro dealers by their first names. Maybe two hundred of 'em. Rented rooms you live in, five hundred. Meals eaten in hash-houses, a thousand. Home, none. Wife, none. Kids... none. Propects, zero. Suppose I left anything out?
-Yeah. Places you're tied down to, none. People with a hold on you, none. Men you step aside for, none.
-Insults swallowed, none. Enemies, none.
-No enemies?
-Alive.
-Now that’s the kind of arithmetic I like!
-Yeah. I did too, at your age.
 
- Sure. Everything. After a while, you can call bartenders and Faro dealers by their first names. Maybe two hundred of 'em. Rented rooms you live in, five hundred. Meals eaten in hash-houses, a thousand. Home, none. Wife, none. Kids... none. Propects, zero. Suppose I left anything out?
-Yeah. Places you're tied down to, none. People with a hold on you, none. Men you step aside for, none.
-Insults swallowed, none. Enemies, none.
-No enemies?
-Alive.
-Now that’s the kind of arithmetic I like!
-Yeah. I did too, at your age.
The Magnificent Seven -- Robert Vaughns rollfigur

 
Denna gång på originalspråket franska:

"La science, mon garçon, est faite d'erreurs, mais d'erreurs qu'il est bon de commettre, car elles mènent peu à peu à la vérité."

(Vetenskap, min gosse, är att göra fel, sådana fel som det är gott att göra, ty de leder bit för bit till sanningen.)
 
A: ”What I wouldnt give for a holocoust cloak.”
B: ”There we cant help you.”
C: ”Will this do?”
B: ”Where did …”
 
Korrekt, professor Lidenbrock föreläser för sin unge släkting Axel i Voyage au centre de la Terre.

Cool. Jag läste rätt mycket Verne i min ungdom. Minns inte om jag läst just den boken. Först funderade jag på diverse franska vetenskapsmän, men det där med ”min gosse” pekade på skönlitteratur.
 
"If the Mario brothers weren't New Jersey's third-largest crime family, I'd say, 'Kiss my ass'."

(Vi börjar på hard mode denna gång)
 
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