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Night and a Switchblade is a bizaro-noir, teen rebel movie about deviant youth and the lurid mysteries haunting a nocturnal American landscape. Sandie Po is having a bad night and his evening has just started. He is new to town; a gang of masked weirdos wants to beat him bloody; and the only social activity for miles around is a Pleasure Island theme sock hop at the local dance hall. As Sandie careens through the perils of this peculiar small town, his night becomes increasingly bizarre as if the fabric of reality itself were fraying at every edge.
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Set in the late 70's, seen through the innocent eyes of a fifteen year old boy, SCOTT, "Lymelife" is a unique take on the dangers of the American Dream. This funny, sad, violent and sometimes tragic look at first love, family dynamics and divorce weaves an intricate tapestry of American life during a time of drastic economic and emotional change.
Keywords: 15-year-old, 1970s, adultery, american-dream, awkwardness, bar, bare-chested-male, beating, birthday, bite
The American Dream Sucks
Scott Bartlett: You know, you can always hear the train on Long Island, no matter how far away.::Adrianna Bragg: What are you Walt Whitman now?
Scott Bartlett: Maybe you should've had a girl, they tell their mothers everything.::Brenda Bartlett: Maybe you should have asked God for a mother who doesn't care about her children!
Scott Bartlett: So are we gonna like... do it?::Adrianna Bragg: Do you really want to talk about it?
Mickey Bartlett: So you're telling me you weren't happy on your wedding day either?::Brenda Bartlett: Telling me you felt trapped minutes before the ceremony didn't exactly bring a fucking smile to my face!::Mickey Bartlett: I was talking about the tux.::Brenda Bartlett: Oh, so this is all just some big misunderstanding then?
Brenda Bartlett: I don't love you anymore... I hate the way you smell... the way you brush your teeth... the way you eat your fucking food... that shit eating grin on your face all the time, ugh, it makes me sick... and I won't spend another night in bed with you... you make me sick to my stomach.
Brenda Bartlett: Mick he knows.::Mickey Bartlett: Knows what?::Brenda Bartlett: That you're a mother fucker... literally.::Mickey Bartlett: What kind of shit is that to say?::Brenda Bartlett: Well, you do fuck mothers, don't you?::Mickey Bartlett: Man, you can take the girl out of Queens, am I right?
Scott Bartlett: What did you hear?::Adrianna Bragg: I head you fingered me and it was like the inside of a jelly donut. Uch, Scott, that is so disgusting!
Scott Bartlett: So are we really going to like do it?::Adrianna Bragg: Do you really think we should talk about it?
Adrianna Bragg: It was weird seeing you getting your ass kicked. I felt like you were my little brother or something.::Scott Bartlett: Really?... Your brother
A dark symphony from the future of Poland.
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Adam Sandler invites you to share some holiday cheer in the new, no-holds-barred musical comedy Adam Sandler's 8 Crazy Nights. Davey Stone, a 33-year old party animal, finds himself in trouble with the law after his wild ways go too far. In keeping with the holiday spirit, the judge gives Davey one last chance at redemption-spend the holiday performing community service as the assistant referee for the youth basketball league or go to jail. Davey thinks he's gotten off easy until he meets Whitey Duvall, the eccentric, elf-like head referee. The mismatch between Whitey's good heart and never-ending optimism and Davey's constant troublemaking soon have them both wondering if going to jail wouldn't have been easier! In this new, full-length animated feature about basketball, old girlfriends, holiday spirits, and the mall, Adam Sandler voices the three lead characters of Whitey, Davey, and Whitey's fraternal twin sister Eleanore!
Keywords: actor-playing-multiple-roles, altered-version-of-studio-logo, arrest, banquet, basketball, breast-feeding, burp, bus, chase, chinese-american
It's naughty. It's nice. It's animated.
The Ultimate Battle Between Naughty And Nice.
Davey Stone: Smell ya later, Poopsicle!::[laughs]
Davey Stone: Hey, Jelly Jugs, next time you're on my court, you better wear a bra, okay?::Whitey: Don't worry son, I think you have very nice boobs.
Eleanor Duvall: Holy shit, did the mall just say something?
Benjamin: Eat that nutstrap, BIACH!::Jennifer: Benjamin?
Jennifer: Thanks for sharing the Holiday spirit, psycho.
Eleanor Duvall: They were giving out free lobster bibs in the bathroom.::Whitey: That's not a lobster bib Eleanore its a germ protector for your tushey.
Whitey: That's a technical foul!
Davey: Can I prance around with my morning erection?::Whitey: If you do you'll want an automatic ejection cause that's a technical foul!::Eleanor Duvall: But I would like to see it anyway!
Chinese Waiter: Four scorpion bowl in five minute? That's got to be a restaurant record.
Davey Stone: Whippin' out my big, white, scary moon and blowin' a beef your way
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A series of typical Avery spot gags set around wild animals. A dainty deer drinks very loudly and rudely from a lake. A pack rat swaps an egg and an acorn, then back again ("monotonous, isn't it?"). A flock of ducks lands; a hunter fires; all fly away, except one with an American flag on its side. A termite fells a huge tree. A cowboy rides across the plains well, no; his horse is just slapping itself with the front hooves. A coyote calls to its mate: "Hey, Mabel, come on out!" A camel contradicts the narrator, saying he's really thirsty. A wild dog: because of the lumbermen.
Keywords: american-flag, breaking-the-fourth-wall, camel, cartoon-coyote, cartoon-deer, cartoon-duck, cartoon-horse, cowboy, coyote, duck-shooting
Narrator: An interesting animal is the camel, often called the ship of the desert. He is noted for being able to go for weeks without water. Day after day, he plods over scorching desert sands in terrific heat, never once desiring a cool refreshing drink of water.::Camel: I don't care what you say. I'm thirsty. [continues walking]
Deer (singular and plural) are the ruminant mammals forming the family Cervidae. Species in the Cervidae family include white-tailed deer, mule deer such as black-tailed deer, elk, moose, red deer, reindeer (caribou), fallow deer, roe deer and chital. Male deer of all species (except the Chinese water deer) and also female reindeer grow and shed new antlers each year. In this they differ from permanently horned animals such as antelope; these are in the same order as deer and may bear a superficial resemblance. The musk deer of Asia and water chevrotain (or mouse deer) of tropical African and Asian forests are not usually regarded as true deer and form their own families, Moschidae and Tragulidae, respectively.
The word "deer" was originally broad in meaning, but became more specific over time. In Middle English der (Old English dēor) meant a wild animal of any kind. This was as opposed to cattle, which then meant any sort of domestic livestock that was easy to collect and remove from the land, from the idea of personal-property ownership (rather than real estate property) and related to modern chattel (property) and capital. Cognates of Old English dēor in other dead Germanic languages have the general sense of "animal", such as Old High German tior, Old Norse djur or dȳr, Gothic dius, Old Saxon dier, and Old Frisian diar.
Half a year and here you are again
I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked
I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks, like you, like us, like me
Half a year again, now it's a whole
February stationery from you on the wall
And I sit home and plead the throne to speak to speak to me to me to me Hasn't said a single thing
You're probably too busy with your work
Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone
There' s nothing in these wooden drawers to bring you back or to keep me bored
I don't know what to do with me no more
Dear everyone I ever really knew
I acted like an asshole so I could keep my edge on you
Ended up abusing even those I thought immune
I killed the kingdom with one move and now it's time to move
Dear everybody that has paid to see my band,
It's still confusing, I'll never understand
I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn
I'm hungry now, and the scraps are dirty dirt
Hunters seeking clues
Tracks are fresh
Swift to the kill
Deep into it
You'll lose all sense
He goes by touch
Deciphering
Broken codes in me
I don't know how to move
This state I'm in
Hold fast my beating heart
Here's a deer amongst the hunted
A gentle anarchist who knows no fear
See, I'm an elk and you're a deer
Hunter you've found the clue
Silver lines around his eyes
The sprawling fawn
Try not to speak
Caught by his eyes
It was blood on ice
I don't know how to move
This state I'm in
Hold fast my beating heart
Here's a deer amongst the hunted
A gentle anarchist who knows no fear
See, I'm an elk and you're a deer
Hold fast my beating heart
Here's a deer amongst the hunted
A gentle anarchist who knows no fear
See, I'm an elk and you're a deer
Warm is the mouth
That feeds
You love
And his heart
Beat so loud
It's all