Euripides (Ancient Greek: Εὐριπίδης) (ca. 480 – 406 BC) was one of the three great tragedians of classical Athens, the other two being Aeschylus and Sophocles. Some ancient scholars attributed ninety-five plays to him but according to the Suda it was ninety-two at most. Of these, eighteen or nineteen have survived complete (there has been debate about his authorship of Rhesus, largely on stylistic grounds) and there are also fragments, some substantial, of most of the other plays. More of his plays have survived intact than those of Aeschylus and Sophocles together, partly due to mere chance and partly because his popularity grew as theirs declined — he became, in the Hellenistic Age, a cornerstone of ancient literary education, along with Homer, Demosthenes and Menander.
Euripides is identified with theatrical innovations that have profoundly influenced drama down to modern times, especially in the representation of traditional, mythical heroes as ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances. This new approach led him to pioneer developments that later writers adapted to comedy, some of which are characteristic of romance. Yet he also became "the most tragic of poets", focusing on the inner lives and motives of his characters in a way previously unknown. He was "the creator of...that cage which is the theatre of Shakespeare's Othello, Racine's Phèdre, of Ibsen and Strindberg," in which "...imprisoned men and women destroy each other by the intensity of their loves and hates", and yet he was also the literary ancestor of comic dramatists as diverse as Menander and George Bernard Shaw.
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An outlaw band flees a posse and rides into Refuge, a small town where no one carries a gun, drinks, or swears. The town is actually Purgatory, and the peaceful inhabitants are all famous dead outlaws and criminals such as Doc Holiday and Wild Bill Hickok who must redeem themselves before gaining admittance to Heaven...or screw up and go to Hell. The residents must either defend themselves against the outlaws and risk eternal damnation... or die a second time.
Keywords: afterlife, ambush, american-indian, bank-robbery, blood, blood-spatter, chase, church, colt-.45, cowboy
Blackjack: We've got a long ride ahead of us. Those who can keep up with me, I'll see you in Chihuahua. The rest of you, I'll see you in hell.
Forest: While you're in Refuge, I would appreciate it if you didn't curse, except for the saloon, of course.
Sonny: My uncle's mean when he's drunk. Mean when he ain't too.
Brooks: I was hoping I could hold out until my brother got here, but the old buzzard refuses to die.
Blackjack: Sheriff, your mother's a whore!::Forest: I have no mother.
Coachman: The Creator's tough, but he ain't blind.
Leo "Sonny" Dillard: What the hell.::Forest: That's exactly what it is. Hope you're ready to meet it.
Blackjack Britton: You're still our sixteen to your four. The odds are against you.::[Doc shows up, shoots a man, grabs a drink]::Doc Holliday: The odds are getting better!
Forest: I'm asking you nicely. Please stop throwing knives at our church.
Cavin Guthrie: I feel like I was eaten by a coyote and crapped off a cliff.
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A "rockumentary", covering the rise to fame of MC Gusto, Stab Master Arson, and Dead Mike: members of the rap group "CB4". We soon learn that these three are not what they seem and don't apear to know as much about rap music as they claim... but a lack of musical ability in an artist never hurts sales, does it? You've just got to play the part of a rap star...
Keywords: acronym-in-title, african-american, black-comedy, digit-in-title, dream-sequence, entire-title-is-capitalized-acronym, fictional-band, hip-hop, jeep, jheri-curl-hairstyle
Sex, Rhymes and keepin' it real.
Sex, rap and family values?
Euripides: Turn around and eat your big ass biscuit!
Virgil Robinson: Any person who would defile America's pastime by wearing a baseball cap backwards... well, that's an evil that speaks for itself!
Euripides: Yeah, yeah, I'm lickin' your balls, best balls I ever had. Uh-huh, you've got King-Kong balls. Your balls are so large, just big balls, I don't care. You just got big balls.
Albert Sr.: Don't be wasting my electricity on that rap mess.::Albert: But, pop...::Albert Sr.: Don't "but" me. I'll beat your ass in front of your woman.
Trustus: Do you cuss on your records?::Albert: Yeah.::Trustus: Do you defile women with your lyrics?::Albert: Yeah.::Trustus: Do you fondle your genitalia on stage?::Albert: Whenever possible.::Trustus: Do you glorify violence or advocate the use of guns as a way of solving a simple dispute?::CB4: [pull out guns]::Trustus: Ok! Ok! Final question. Do you guys respect anything at all?::CB4: Not a goddamn thing.::Trustus: You got a deal.
Albert: Man, she ain't nuttin' but a groupie with a pen.::Eve: I hear a pen is all you have in your pants and it's already out of ink.
Video Set Dancer: MC Gusto, you gotta help me get my revenge. It's one thing that they killed him on the toilet but they could've wiped his ass. They didn't have to leave him there like that. That's cold-blooded. They gots to pay. They... got... to... pay!
Euripides: Did you know a black man invented ice cream?::Albert: No, no, no. Now how the hell a black man gonna invent ice cream in hot-ass Africa? Tell me that!
Grandma: Shut up girl. You just think you so smart 'cuz you can read.
Albert Sr.: You ain't tough. There are real some kids out there that are going to kick your narrow ass. You ain't from the street, I'm from the street. And only somebody who wasn't would think it was something to glorify.