Cold Mountain:
They made the weather then they stand outside and say shit it's raining
He's so full of manure, we could plant him and grow another one
Will Ferell:
You are a smelly pirate hooker
Dear tiny Jesus, with your golden, fleece diapers, with your tiny fat balled up fist.
Last of the Mohicans:
Someday I think you and I are going to have a serious disagreement
No, you submit, do you hear? You be strong, you survive, you say alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you, no matter how long it takes, now matter how far. I will find you.
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