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That's a good one. But I keep this one on my desk top.

D: Your old man was a fucking hump from Southie, bag handler at the airport. Right. You're family's all crimminals except for the old man, huh?
C: And one priest since you seem to know everything.
D: Last I heard, he was happily married to a twelve-year-old boy, living on a beach in Thailand. Father's family's living in the Southie projects like tick three a minute at best. Your mother grew up on the north shore. Huh. Well, ladeefuckingda. You were a kind of double kid, I bet. Right? One kid with your old man. One with your mother. You're upper-middle class living the weeks. Then you're dragging r's and you're hanging in the big, bad Southie projects with your daddy the fucking donkey on the weekends. I got that right?
C: Yup.
D: You got different accents? You did that, you, you little fucking snake. You were like different people.
C: You a psychiatrist?
D: Well, if I was, I'd ask you why you were a statie, making thirty grand a year. And I think, if I was Sigmund fucking Freud, I wouldn't get an answer. So tell me what's a lace-curtain motherfucker like you doing in the staties?
C: Well, families are always rising and falling in America, am I right?
Q: Who said that?
C: Hawthorne.
D: What's the matter, smartass? Don't know any Shakespeare?
Q: We have a question.

Do you want to be a cop, or do you want to appear to be a cop?

It's an honest question. A lot of guys want to appear to be a cop. Gun, badge, pretend they're on TV.
D: A lot of them just want to slam a nigger's head through a plate glass window.
C: I'm all set without your own personal job application. Am I right? ...
D: What did you did you say to me, trainee? ...
C: ... With all due respect, sir, what do you want from me?
D: ... Hey, asshole, he can't help you. I know what you are, and I know what you're not. I'm the best friend you have on the face of the earth, and I'm going to help you understand something, you punk. You are no fucking cop.
Q: He's right. We deal in deception here. What we do not deal with here is self-deception. Five years from now, you could be anything else in the world, but you will not be a Massachusettes State Trooper.
C: You're sure of that?
Q: I'm sure of that.
D: Guaranfuckingteed. You got 1400 on your SATs, kid. You're an astronaut not a statie.

Diversity is the key to economic and political evolution.
by Cat on Thu Dec 25th, 2008 at 09:35:16 AM EST
Where from?

(Gogol points back here).

by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Fri Dec 26th, 2008 at 05:42:33 AM EST
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This is my transcription of dialogue in a major motion picture (love that sell-point, so quaint) which must remain nameless, and so too those of its cast of characters. I believe it is not available on the www in its entirety, which is why I transcribed it some time ago. And with blatant regard for unenforceable property rights, I now submit, the sequence depicted is a masterpiece of moral suasion.

Diversity is the key to economic and political evolution.
by Cat on Fri Dec 26th, 2008 at 10:04:24 AM EST
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Not to steal MT's thunder, but:


The fact is that what we're experiencing right now is a top-down disaster. -Paul Krugman

by dvx (dvx.clt št gmail dotcom) on Sat Dec 27th, 2008 at 03:56:50 AM EST
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