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Modesto & Manuel are brothers that get their lives changed by wining the lottery. The new life walk them through funny (and some embarrassing) situations that come along with their new social status. The story shows how different (in so many ways) people get to handle some-same opportunities.
Keywords: dominicano
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Tepito is a neighborhood of Mexico City, where the dreams of many destitute people become real. But Tepito is also run by organized crime and corrupt politicians, impunity reigns and justice is non- existent. Here will take place the story of two foolishly proud young men, who were once best childhood friends, and now are blinded by greed and turn against each other. Their intentions are to destroy their families and eventually their own lives.
Keywords: murder
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A rookie firefighter tries to earn the respect of his older brother and other firefighters while taking part in an investigation of a string of arson/murders. This detailed look into the duties and private lives of firemen naturally features widespread pyrotechnics and special effects.
Keywords: actor-shares-first-name-with-character, arson, axe, blockbuster, brother-brother-relationship, burn-injury, camera-shot-of-feet, chicago-illinois, cult-film, d-box-motion-code
One breath of oxygen and it explodes in a deadly rage.
Silently behind a door, it waits.
In that instant it can create a hero... or cover a secret.
Lt. Steven McCaffrey: You go. We go.
Lt. Steven McCaffrey: Look at him... That's my brother god damnit.
Firefighter Brian McCaffrey: You see that flash of light in the corner of your eye? That's your career dissipation light. It just went into high gear.
[In high rise elevator]::Tim Kizminski: How are we supposed to know if the floor is on fire in one of these?::Lt. Steven McCaffrey: When the doors open, if it's hot, don't get out.
Ronald: I sent away for the copy of Life magazine. The one with your picture on the front. It's a collectible.::Firefighter Brian McCaffrey: Who's doing this, Ronald?::Ronald: Wrong question. Who isn't? It's not a spark because there's not enough damage. He wouldn't have had any fun. It's not an insurance scam because there isn't any profit.::Firefighter Brian McCaffrey: Do you know who's doing this?::Ronald: Yes.::Firefighter Brian McCaffrey: Then tell me.::Ronald: You want to know who? I want to know if this kid really wanted to be just like his dad.::Firefighter Brian McCaffrey: I wanted to be him. I wanted to be him more than anything else in the world.::Ronald: And you loved him?::Firefighter Brian McCaffrey: Yeah.::Ronald: And you watched him dance with the animal. You saw your dad burn.::Firefighter Brian McCaffrey: Fuck you Ronald. Who's doing this, huh?::Ronald: Did it look at you? Did the fire look at you? It did. Whoa. Wow. Our worlds aren't that far apart after all, are they? So, whoever is doing this knows the animal well, doesn't he? He knows him real well, but he won't let him loose. He won't let him have any fun, so he does not love him. Now who doesn't love fire? And is around trychtichlorate all day long?::Firefighter Brian McCaffrey: [realizes who it might be] Oh my God!::Ronald: See... that wasn't such a long trip after all.
Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale: [at Ronald's parole hearing] What about the world, Ronald? What would you like to do to the whole world?::Ronald Bartel: Burn it all. [laughs]::Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale: See you next year, Ronald.
Ronald Bartel: The funny thing about firemen is... Night and day they are always firemen.
John 'Axe' Adcox: Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen. As 17's official toastmaster...::Ray Santos: ...and bullshitter.::John 'Axe' Adcox: Thank you, Santos. Did I happen to mention you're cut out of my will?::[Continuing]::John 'Axe' Adcox: I think it appropriate that we recognize the two asswipes... Probationary Firemen... among us today who were officially baptized into the world of Old Man Fire. First, to Tim. Despite the fact that he has a rather dull expression, and a really hideous pair of ears; he not only took on the beast but pulled from its clutches, assisted by a more famous and brilliant firefighter, me, a kicking and screaming civilian who will probably wind up suing us for breaking her fingernails. And to Brian...::[pulls up mannequin]::John 'Axe' Adcox: ...whose own contribution was not only more beautiful but less likely to sue. You know, when I learned that both McCaffrey brothers would be assigned at the same station together at the same time, my heart was filled with... a sudden desire to transfer. So raise a glass, gents. To funny-looking Tim, and the McCaffrey brothers, who have gotten on each other's nerves and still managed after all these years to still be pissed off at each other. Gentlemen...::ALL: FUCK YOU.
[Rimgale and Brian McCaffrey in the morgue with the medical examiner]::Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale: McCaffrey, come on over and give us a hand.::Firefighter Brian McCaffrey: No, I don't think so. Not in my contract.::Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale: [Throwing medical gloves at him] I just rewrote your contract. Come give us a hand.
Jennifer Vaitkus: We believe you're holding back on us, to embarass the Alderman because of his fire department cutbacks.::Donald 'Shadow' Rimgale: Alderman, I have an uncomplicated job: To determine if a fire is arson or not, and if so, to catch the son of a bitch doing it. And if my investigative methods happen to muck up the campaign of certain mayor wannabes, I gotta tell ya... I'm not gonna go losing any sleep over it.
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Dim-witted blowhard, Melvin G. Ashton, is a US Senator who wants to be President. He hires Lew Gibson, a talented PR man who gets Ashton in newsreels and on the front page, never thinking he'll win. But Ashton has a secret weapon: a diary documenting every shady deal his party's made for 35 years. With the diary, he blackmails the party leaders to support his candidacy, and he's on his way to the nomination. An unseen political enemy is after the diary, using the young and lovely Valerie Shepherd to get into the Senator's room. Plus, Lew's fiancée, reporter Poppy McNaughton thinks she can get her hands on it, too, and stop Ashton. Will the otherwise unemployable dope become President?
Keywords: atomic-testing, balcony, bathrobe, blackmail, bolshevik, bow-and-arrow, bribe, cherokee-tribe, congressman, crooked-politician
Lew Gibson: [to the Indian chiefs] Now, remember, you're Indians.
Houlihan: [to Ashton] No member of the party has the right to deny he is not a candidate unless he is a candidate.
Senator Melvin G. Ashton: [to Houlihan] Owning a nice little diary is like owning a nice little atom bomb. Even if you don't do anything with it, it's a comfort to know it's there.
Lew Gibson: [to Poppy] You can't go around quoting politicians correctly! That's dirty journalism and you know it!
Senator Melvin G. Ashton: There's one thing you can't say about me, Fred, I have never put one man or woman on the public payroll who was not my own blood kin-or Mrs. Ashton's, anyway.
Plot
Dim-witted blowhard, Melvin G. Ashton, is a US Senator who wants to be President. He hires Lew Gibson, a talented PR man who gets Ashton in newsreels and on the front page, never thinking he'll win. But Ashton has a secret weapon: a diary documenting every shady deal his party's made for 35 years. With the diary, he blackmails the party leaders to support his candidacy, and he's on his way to the nomination. An unseen political enemy is after the diary, using the young and lovely Valerie Shepherd to get into the Senator's room. Plus, Lew's fiancée, reporter Poppy McNaughton thinks she can get her hands on it, too, and stop Ashton. Will the otherwise unemployable dope become President?
Keywords: atomic-testing, balcony, bathrobe, blackmail, bolshevik, bow-and-arrow, bribe, cherokee-tribe, congressman, crooked-politician
Lew Gibson: [to the Indian chiefs] Now, remember, you're Indians.
Houlihan: [to Ashton] No member of the party has the right to deny he is not a candidate unless he is a candidate.
Senator Melvin G. Ashton: [to Houlihan] Owning a nice little diary is like owning a nice little atom bomb. Even if you don't do anything with it, it's a comfort to know it's there.
Lew Gibson: [to Poppy] You can't go around quoting politicians correctly! That's dirty journalism and you know it!
Senator Melvin G. Ashton: There's one thing you can't say about me, Fred, I have never put one man or woman on the public payroll who was not my own blood kin-or Mrs. Ashton's, anyway.
Plot
Dim-witted blowhard, Melvin G. Ashton, is a US Senator who wants to be President. He hires Lew Gibson, a talented PR man who gets Ashton in newsreels and on the front page, never thinking he'll win. But Ashton has a secret weapon: a diary documenting every shady deal his party's made for 35 years. With the diary, he blackmails the party leaders to support his candidacy, and he's on his way to the nomination. An unseen political enemy is after the diary, using the young and lovely Valerie Shepherd to get into the Senator's room. Plus, Lew's fiancée, reporter Poppy McNaughton thinks she can get her hands on it, too, and stop Ashton. Will the otherwise unemployable dope become President?
Keywords: atomic-testing, balcony, bathrobe, blackmail, bolshevik, bow-and-arrow, bribe, cherokee-tribe, congressman, crooked-politician
Lew Gibson: [to the Indian chiefs] Now, remember, you're Indians.
Houlihan: [to Ashton] No member of the party has the right to deny he is not a candidate unless he is a candidate.
Senator Melvin G. Ashton: [to Houlihan] Owning a nice little diary is like owning a nice little atom bomb. Even if you don't do anything with it, it's a comfort to know it's there.
Lew Gibson: [to Poppy] You can't go around quoting politicians correctly! That's dirty journalism and you know it!
Senator Melvin G. Ashton: There's one thing you can't say about me, Fred, I have never put one man or woman on the public payroll who was not my own blood kin-or Mrs. Ashton's, anyway.
Politico is an American political journalism organization based in Arlington, Virginia, that distributes its content via television, the Internet, newspaper, and radio. Its coverage of Washington, D.C., includes the U.S. Congress, lobbying, media and the Presidency. It was a sponsor of the 2008 Republican Presidential candidates debate at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library on May 3, 2007, the 2008 Democratic Presidential candidates debate at the Kodak Theater on January 31, 2008, and the 2012 Republican Presidential candidates debate at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library on September 7, 2011.
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Luca Carboni (born 12 October 1962) is an Italian singer-songwriter. He debuted in 1981 as guitarist in the band Teobaldi Rock, publishing his first solo album in 1983. He always distinguished for his intimistic style.
Carboni was born in Bologna.
In 1976, at 14, he founded the band Teobaldi Rock, with the role of guitarist and songwriter. In 1980 the band took part in the Bologna Rock 80 festival; the following year they released the first and last single, "L.N."/"Odore d'inverno".
Carboni's road changed when the Stadio read his lyrics and asked him a song for their first album. The song was entitled "Navigando controvento" and appeared in the album Stadio (1982). The band's leader, Gaetano Curreri, helped him in realizing his first album, published in January 1984 and entitled ...intanto Dustin Hoffman non sbaglia un film: it was co-produced by Curreri and included collaborations with Ron and Lucio Dalla. The album sold 30,000 copies and the single "Ci stiamo sbagliando" more than 50,000, establishing Carboni in the Italian music panorama. In that year he won the Festivalbar for the category Youngs.
Fabri Fibra (born Fabrizio Tarducci on 17 October 1976) is an Italian rapper.
Tarducci was born in Senigallia, Marche. He became interested in music from a young age; he wrote and performed his first piece when he was 17 years old.
In 1995 he recorded his first demo. He created the tandem Uomini di Mare with DJ Lato, beatmaker and deejay, and in 1996 they produced the underground CD Dei del mare quest'el gruv. In 1999 Fabri and Lato produced and distributed the LP Sindrome di fine millennio ("End of the Millennium Syndrome"), with collaborations from El Presidente (also known as Esa), Inoki, Joe Cassano and his brother Nesli.
Following his underground success, Fabri Fibra began performing around Italy. In 2000 he established his label and group Teste Mobili Records (Bobbing Head Records), and collaborated with various Italian rap groups, lending vocals as well as lyrics to the mixtape circuit.
In 2002 Fabri released his first solo album, titled Turbe giovanili (Juvenile Troubles), for which he wrote and recorded his lyrics under the production and arrangement of Neffa. A year later Fabri distributed Lato e Fabri Fibra which brought a close to the partnership with Lato and the Uomini di mare project with aky il grande.
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Cruz previously served as the director of the Office of Policy Planning at the Federal Trade Commission, an Associate Deputy Attorney General at the United States Department of Justice, and as Domestic Policy Advisor to U.S. President George W. Bush on the 2000 Bush-Cheney campaign. In addition, from 2004-2009 Cruz was an Adjunct Professor of Law at the University of Texas School of Law in Austin, where he taught U.S. Supreme Court litigation.
Shit sticks to false teeth and
your mouth is full of nothing.
With your mouth so full of shit,
I can't understand a word you're saying.
Sever the arm to save the body,
I didn't know that 22 and jaded could get
"best dressed kid in our class".
But now you're off the back of this corpse,
it seems you're off fucking another.
I'm so fucking sick it's not cool to
pretend you're full of shit.
I remember when you weren't so numb,
In good will gesture crowds color-coded
words stand on tiptoe to shout,
necks crane sore to watch people not like them beaten,
attacked, and crushed beneath;
flag-waving arms that learn to hit flag-burning
infidels glistening with spit;
flag-waving arms stretched upwards
in support of white-minded individuals
working to curb freedoms once fought
for by peole in picket lines, by people
on busrides, by people behind bedroom doors,
They'll barely contain themselves when aisle after aisle
of red, white and blue go on sale in the discount bins
This can only be a sample of what's
To come-keeping all bad promises of
Better years and leaving out what's undone.
We'll file the paperwork and hope for the best.
But in the years to come we've got nothing or maybe less.
It took 60 years to account for these basic needs
And a lot fewer to cut spending and
Return receipts and greeting cards,
caring so little and trying too hard.
Blood thickens and sickens and begins to constrict,
it's threatening and deadening and cuts to the quick...
let's not be related anymore.
Did they make you wish you had stayed quiet?
Have they made you feel like you can't think for yourself?
Do they tell you that when you grow up,
you'll think like they do and be a fuck up as well?
Don't we thrive on absurdity,
Always looking for the new, the fucked-up?
Whle on the other side of the tv
Screen we're choking on analog throw up.
This lapse of "traditional"
Values is a prime-time broadcast,
But as surreal as it may seem,
It's just a vague re-working of
A past collapsed. this
Is twenty-frames-per-second of a flagrant lack of content.
This is half an hour of a vacant human interest.
This is a steaming load of shit,
Slanted opinions and doctored statistics.
This is the state of the six o' clock
Now I know where the squares all go,
and I'm paying money to be involved.
What makes me think I'll be absolved from
the ranks of the assholes once I'm on the payroll?
Maybe I should reconsider before it's my turn
to stand and deliver--make no mistake at all,