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Mal: So we run. Nandi: I understand, Captain Reynolds. You have your people to think of, same as me. And this ain't your fight. Mal: Don't believe you do understand, Nandi. I said 'we run'. We.
'Heart Of Gold'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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Daisy Jane - Jan 19, 2011 12:10:20 pm PST #13567 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Steph L. - Jan 19, 2011 2:09:44 pm PST #13568 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Do you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain?
I'm a little ashamed of how much I like that song.
Only a little, though.
DavidS - Jan 19, 2011 2:11:59 pm PST #13569 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
You need to find some more shame. And feel it.
Steph L. - Jan 19, 2011 2:18:24 pm PST #13570 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
You need to feel the awesomeness of that song! Awesome like THE DUNES ON THE CAPE!
Scrappy - Jan 19, 2011 2:20:04 pm PST #13571 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Dude, when he got there, it was his own sweet lady. BRILLIANT.
billytea - Jan 19, 2011 2:30:05 pm PST #13572 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Dude, when he got there, it was his own sweet lady. BRILLIANT.
I'm quite impressed that they could then laugh for a moment and repeat the chorus, instead of, say, asking "God, what is wrong with us?"
tommyrot - Jan 19, 2011 2:30:17 pm PST #13573 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Dude, when he got there, it was his own sweet lady.
No, it was his own lovely lady.
Why did I just nitpick that? Why do I care?
WindSparrow - Jan 19, 2011 2:31:31 pm PST #13574 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Well, he didn't have a goatee when I met him. And then for a while he did. And now he doesn't!
So maybe this one is the morally ambiguous triplet.
I'm a little ashamed of how much I like that song.
I am totally not ashamed at all of how much I love that song. I am occasionally ashamed of thinking that it is a Billy Joel song, but then I check the internet and get better.
Barb - Jan 19, 2011 2:48:03 pm PST #13575 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Sign of the Apocalypse: Snooki has hit the NYT Bestseller list.
Kill me now.
Aims - Jan 19, 2011 4:03:51 pm PST #13576 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Damn, and I thought it was that Emeline started leaving Hannah Montana lyrics written all over the house.
Your proof is much more concrete. I'll get the duct tape and hairspray.