Plot
Mitch, an obsessive collector and aspiring comic book artist ravenously snaps up rare horror VHS's to sell for big bucks in order to jump-start his career. Meanwhile, Mitch undergoes physical "hero" training ordered by his Publisher to improve his drawings. Meanwhile, his female counterpart, Jessica, tries desperately to escape the Nightmare Circuit, a dreamlike otherworld, while struggling to remember her past. Obsessed with winning Mitch back as a friend and controlling his life, Randy stops at nothing to get the upper hand on Mitch. When Mitch discovers "IL Bruto," the rarest horror film in the world, his training is put to the test as a supernatural rival, TV Face, appears; hell-bent on claiming the prize for himself. Aided by Jessica and sabotaged by Randy, Mitch struggles to get Il Bruto back from the dangerous Delilah, and trap TV Face inside Applegrove High's treacherous waterworks. With his life in the balance, Mitch must unravel the mystery surrounding "IL Bruto," or face losing everything he holds dear.
Keywords: character-name-in-title, web-series
Mitch, give me the tape.
It's The Last Safe Sanctuary On Earth... And The Battle Is On...!
Swan: I'm gonna hit you so hard your dog's gonna die.
Mantis: Looks like this is the final chapter.::Swan: Depends on what book you're reading.
Tera: I will never forget your bullwhip.
Plot
Cyrus, the leader of the most powerful gang in New York City, the Gramercy Riffs, calls a midnight summit for all the area gangs, with all asked to send nine unarmed representatives for the conclave. A gang called The Warriors are blamed for killing Cyrus as he gives his speech. They now have to cross the territory of rivals in order to get to their own 'hood. The Warriors slowly cross the dangerous Bronx and Manhattan territories, narrowly escaping police and other gangs every step of the way.
Keywords: anti-hero, baseball-bat, based-on-novel, battering-ram, beach, bottle, bra-less, brawl, bronx-new-york-city, bronx-zoo-new-york-city
These are the Armies of The Night. They are 60,000 strong. They outnumber the cops three to one. They could run New York City. Tonight they're all out to get the Warriors.
They are 60,000 strong.
They outnumber the cops three to one.
Can you dig it!
They could run New York City.
Tonight they're all out to get the Warriors.
Orphan: We're gonna rain on you, Warriors!
Luther: [clicking beer bottles together] Waaaarrrrrriiiorsss, come out to pla-ay!
Cyrus: Can you dig it?
[At the big conclave/street gang meeting, Cyrus, the boss of the street gang appears]::Cyrus: [yelling] Can you count, suckers? I say, the future is ours... if you can count!::[a couple of soldiers cheer for Cyrus]::Cyrus: Now, look what we have here before us. We got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We've got the Moonrunners right by the Van Cortlandt Rangers. Nobody is wasting nobody. That... is a miracle. And miracles is the way things ought to be.::[Few more soldiers cheering for Cyrus]::Cyrus: You're standing right now with nine delegates from 100 gangs. And there's over a hundred more. That's 20,000 hardcore members. Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers! Now, there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town. Can you dig it?::Gang Members: Yeah.::Cyrus: Can you dig it?::Gang Members: Yeah!::Cyrus: Can you dig it?::Gang Members: YEAH! [shouting and Cheering]
Cyrus: Now, here's the sum total: One gang could run this city! One gang. Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen. We could tax the crime syndicates, the police, because WE got the streets, suckers! Can you dig it?::Gang Members: YEAH! [shouting and Cheering]
Cyrus: The problem in the past has been the man turning us against one another. We have been unable to see the truth, because we have fighting for ten square feet of ground, our turf, our little piece of turf. That's crap, brothers! The turf is ours by right, because it's our turn. All we have to do is keep up the general truce. We take over one borough at a time. Secure our territory... secure our turf... because it's all our turf!
Luther: There he is! That's him! That's... the Warrior! He shot Cyrus!::Cleon: Man, you crazy! I din't do nuthin'!::Luther: We saw 'im!::Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Yeah, that's him.::Luther: He's the one! He's the one! The Warriors did it! [starts charging Cleon] The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it!
Masai: Riffs!::Gramercy Riffs: [shouts] Yeah, right!
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: [at the candy store] We set?::Luther: We're set alright. Somebody should pick their ass up. The Riffs sent out the word. They want 'em alive. We don't.::Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Sooner someone grabs 'em, the better.::Luther: What's the matter? Ya afraid the Warriors are gonna shoot their mouths off before they get wacked?::Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Yeah, right! I'm worried! I just don't want the Riffs down on my head!::Luther: No sweat. They're lookin' for the Warriors, remember? We can do some lookin' too... Oughta make you feel better.
Ajax: [to Swan] Since when are you a fuckin' diplomat?
Swans, genus Cygnus, are birds of the family Anatidae, which also includes geese and ducks. Swans are grouped with the closely related geese in the subfamily Anserinae where they form the tribe Cygnini. Sometimes, they are considered a distinct subfamily, Cygninae. There are six to seven species of swan in the genus Cygnus; in addition there is another species known as the Coscoroba Swan, although this species is no longer considered related to the true swans. Swans usually mate for life, though 'divorce' does sometimes occur, particularly following nesting failure. The number of eggs in each clutch ranges from three to eight.
The word swan is derived from Old English swan, akin to the German Schwan and Dutch zwaan and Swedish svan, in turn derived from Indo-European root *swen (to sound, to sing). Young swans are known as swanlings or as cygnets, from Greek κύκνος, kýknos and from the Latin word cygnus ("swan") and the Old French suffix -et ("little"). An adult male is a cob, from Middle English cobbe (leader of a group); an adult female is a pen.