For other meanings of the word, see tattoo (disambiguation).
A tattoo is a form of body modification, made by inserting indelible ink into the dermis layer of the skin to change the pigment. The first written reference to the word, "tattoo" (or Samoan "Tatau") appears in the journal of Joseph Banks, the naturalist aboard Captain Cook's ship the HMS Endeavour: "I shall now mention the way they mark themselves indelibly, each of them is so marked by their humor or disposition".
Tattooing has been practiced for centuries in many cultures spread throughout the world. The Ainu, an indigenous people of Japan, traditionally had facial tattoos. Today, one can find Berbers of Tamazgha (North Africa), Māori of New Zealand, Hausa people of Northern Nigeria, Arabic people in East-Turkey and Atayal of Taiwan with facial tattoos. Tattooing was widespread among Polynesians and among certain tribal groups in Taiwan, Philippines, Borneo, Mentawai Islands, Africa, North America, South America, Mesoamerica, Europe, Japan, Cambodia, New Zealand and Micronesia. Indeed, the island of Great Britain takes its name from tattooing, with Britons translating as 'people of the designs' and the Picts, who originally inhabited the northern part of Britain, which literally means 'the painted people'.British people remain the most tattooed in Europe. Despite some taboos surrounding tattooing, the art continues to be popular in many parts of the world.
Plot
Burke is a motivational speaker whose book about dealing with grief is a best seller. His wife died in a car accident three years ago. He's in Seattle to lead a week-long workshop on healing and to negotiate a major multi-media deal. But something's amiss: he's a closet drinker, he won't ride elevators, his moods swing, he's estranged from his wife's father, and he's very much alone. In a hotel hallway, he bumps into a woman arranging flowers, tries to chat with her, and gets the brush-off. She's Eloise, a local florist who's just broken up with a boyfriend. He's persistent and they eventually go to dinner - it goes badly. What's blocking Burke? Can the physician heal himself.
Keywords: airport, author, bestseller, breaking-up-with-boyfriend, car-accident, cockatoo, florist, grief, hotel, motivational-speaker
Sometimes when you least expect it...
Eloise: If you had a brain in either head, you'd know that I'm doing what's best for both of us.
Burke: Funerals are important rituals. They're not only recognition that a person has died; they're recognition that a person has lived.
Burke: I happen to know a thing or two about people. You get approached a lot. Probably have since the day you strapped on your first training bra. But you're smart, and you're creative, and you're caring and big... But, how come the guys only see the package it comes in, sure... you're flattered. But ultimately, ultimately it's tiresome because it has nothing to do with you. You were born that way, you can't take credit for it. Your insides though, that's yours. That's what you want someone to truly see. Even a stranger. Ergo... you fake a handicap. Rather than to have a conversation with a fellow human being. You prefer sign language? Fine. [shows middle finger]
Eloise: Can I say something? And, and this comes from a place of total humility. With the acknowledgment that my life is a day-by-day experiment in... really bad decisions. But, er... you're really messed up.
Burke: [first lines, in voice-over] Chapter one. Sometimes, despite your best efforts otherwise, life will give you lemons. When that happens, you've got two choices, friend: you can wear a sour face or make lemonade.
Burke: During your travels, it's important to always keep one thing in mind: when one thing ends, something else begins.
Plot
Brooklyn cop Gino Felino is about to go outside and play catch with his son Tony when he receives a phone call alerting him that his best friend Bobby Lupo has been shot dead in broad daylight on 18th Avenue in front of his wife Laurie Lupo and his two kids by drug kingpin Richie Madano, who has been Gino and Bobby's enemy since childhood. As Gino is hunting Madano down, Gino discovers the motive behind Bobby's murder. This is when Gino's hunt for Madano leads to the showdown of a lifetime.
Keywords: action-hero, adultery, aikido, animal-cruelty, anti-hero, apartment, bar-brawl, bar-fight, bar-shootout, beaten-to-death
He's a cop. It's a dirty job... but somebody's got to take out the garbage.
No Sleep To Brooklyn!
[after beating up the entire bar]::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: Anybody seen Richie? I'm gonna keep comin' back until someone REMEMBERS seein' Richie.
Richie Madano: What are ya gonna do? Shoot me? I'm outta bullets!::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: Nope, but you see those bullets could've saved you a lot of pain.::Richie Madano: I like pain.
Richie Madano: What about you, Paulie? You got the fuckin' balls?::Paulie: Yeah, yeah I got the balls.::[Richie tosses him a wad of cash]::Richie Madano: Now you've got the bread.
[after breaking up a fight]::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: You talking to me, man?::Vermeer: Who the fuck you think you are, huh?::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: You like to beat up on fuckin' women, is that it? Beat up on me asshole.
[after intimidating the entire bar]::Sammy: I swear he's nothing without that badge and gun.::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: Really? Let me show you something.::[unloads and drops gun]::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: There's my gun.::[holds up police badge]::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: And here's my badge. Fair game now, ok? This is your trophy, this is your trophy! Come and get it.::Sammy: I offer five thousand for that badge.
Tattoos: Motherfucker, you knocked my teeth out!::[Gino hits him again]
Detective Gino Felino NYPD: You, fuck nuts!::Station Wagon Tough Guy: Hey, you talk to me?::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: Yeah, would you have to be the guy who threw a puppy out of the window of this car the other day?::Station Wagon Tough Guy: Hey, why's that your fuckin' business anyway?::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: Cause I'm the animal lover.::Station Wagon Tough Guy: Animal lover, huh? Look, asshole, if you won't mind your fuckin' business I'll place you in the fuckin' receptacle and toss you out of the fuckin' window. How about that?::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: You're the tough guy, huh?::Station Wagon Tough Guy: Tough guy? I'll show you how fuckin' tough guy I am.
Detective Gino Felino NYPD: Anybody seen Richie? Anybody know why Richie did Bobby Lupo?
Patti Madano: Cops been in and outta here all night, but it's you I've been expecting. Kinda figured you'd save the best for yourself.::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: How you doing, Patti?::Patti Madano: I can still get it wet. How bout you, Gino?::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: Me? I can't believe you can still eat with that mouth.
Vinnie Madano: Don't go pushing my patrons around, ya prick ya.::Detective Gino Felino NYPD: Prick? Look around you over here; is this the proper setting for profanity?::Vinnie Madano: Hey, fuck you.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Depressed again or just gone insane again?
Don't know what it is but I can't stand it anymore.
I'm strugglin? to cope. Showing off again? See my scars and tattoos?
I wear mine on the inside. A constant annoyment in a moment that already
scares me and everyone else.
Is that what you want? A concentrated glass bowl of despair, panic and sorrow.
I fuckin? wear mine on the inside. I still need to ask a question though,
because I fuckin? need to know.
What's your definition of arrogance? Is that what's shining through?
Try to break me down. I'm immune to your disease.
Look into my eyes and the take one step back, please.
Execute deception. All pathetic and depraved.
There'll be no exception as to where my words are engraved.
No relief, an everlasting mind in peace.
Reality doesn't hurt me, but it will hurt you again.
Pain inflicted, sentence convicted. I don't need to see this through.
Easy solution made from hard confusion. I think you know the end.
No relief, an everlasting mind in peace.
Reality doesn't hurt me, but it will hurt you again.
Conquer the same old past. I don't regret that anger it seem to last in me.
You say I'm sick. I'm just confused to why my mind seems so abused. I'm not.
I need to take on myself. Only to teach myself.
Is that's what's hurting you now. I will be hurting you now.
No matches as my eye it catches your unable to see.
No regrets. I'm taking all bets all arranged by me.
I've got a cute face and you've got a switchblade.
Well I've got tattoos, how 'bout you?
I'm a tough guy.
Look at my biceps, swing, now you've got a fat lip.
Let's take this outside, grab your gun.
Oh it's payday, yes it's payday
I got my pay cheque from the man
There's not so many jobs that I can get these days
With these marks all over my hands
But I'm gonna take that cheque
I'm gonna head across the track
To the wrong side of this town
I'm gonna open the door
I'm gonna bask in the roar
Of that familiar buzzing needle sound
Because the ink in my skin
Where the needle went in
However many years ago
Has left marks on my arms
And they say who I am
Everywhere that I go
Some people have one and
Some have one that they're ashamed of
Most people think that we're fools
Some people don't get it and
Some people don't care
And some of us we have tattoos
Oh it's fading, yes it's fading
Some of the things that I believed back then
Yes my skin has started sagging and
The ink has started running
And I've got buddy tattoos with people
Who aren't friends
Oh I've even got black x's from when I was straight edge
So crack open a beer friends now
And let's make a pledge
If we had the luck to live our lives
A second time through we'd be sure to get the same tattoos
Because the ink in my skin
Where the needle went in
However many years ago
Has left marks on my arms
And they say who I am
Everywhere that I go
Some people have one and
Some have one that they're ashamed of
Most people think that we're fools
Some people don't get it and
Some people don't care
And some of us we have tattoos
We've got hearts for the lovers
And playing cards for the gamblers
Black flag bars for the punks
And sailing ships for the ramblers
We got skulls for the living
And the pain pays our dues