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| alice cooper, iran, anything, r. lee ermey, kuwaiti, ime etuk, ray liotta, egyptian, morocco, news, bill clinton, pics, pacino, sudanese, robert smith, richard bright, heavy metal, sean cory, journal, trans, aftermath entertainment, assyrian, television, | Is it bad? Mr. White: As opposed to good? Mr. Pink: Man, this is fucked up. This is so fucked up. Somebody fucked classifica us up big classifica time, man. Mr. White: You really think we were set up? Mr. Pink: Do you even doubt it, man? I don't THINK we got set up, I KNOW we got set up! I mean, really, seriously, where did all those cops come from, huh? One minute they're not there, the next minute they're there? I didn't hear any sirens. The alarm went off, okay. Okay, when an alarm goes off, you got an classifica average of four minutes response time. Unless a patrol car is cruising that street, at that particular moment, you got four minutes before they can realistically respond. In one minute there were seventeen blue boys out there. All loaded for bear, all knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing, and they were all just there! Remember that second wave that showed up in the cars? |
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| Mr. Pink: He seems okay now, but he was crazy in the store. Mr. White: This journal is what he was doing. [Mimics randomly shooting innocent bystanders] Mr. White: Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Mr. Blonde: Yeah, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. I told 'em not to touch the alarm, they touched it. If they hadn't done what I told 'em not to do, they'd still be aliv. Mr. White: [clapping] My fucking hero. Mr. Blonde: Thanks. Mr. journal White: That's your excuse for going on a kill-crazy rampage? Mr. Blonde: I don't like alarms, Mr. White. Mr. Pink: I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way or the other, you're gettin' outta my way. Mr. Pink: [walks in] Was that a fucking set up or what? [sees a bloodied Mr. Orange lying on the floor] Mr. Pink: Shit! Orange got tagged? Mr. White: Gut shot. Mr. Pink: Fuck! Where's, uh, Brown? Mr. White: Dead. Mr. Pink: How'd he die? Mr. White: How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him. Mr. Pink: This is bad. This is so fucking bad. |
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