A cruiser is a type of warship. The term has been in use for several hundred years, and has had different meanings throughout this period. During the Age of Sail, the term cruising referred to certain kinds of missions – independent scouting, raiding or commerce protection – fulfilled by a frigate or sloop, which were the cruising warships of a fleet.
From the middle of the 19th century, cruiser came to be a classification for the ships intended for this kind of role, though cruisers came in a wide variety of sizes, from the small protected cruiser to armoured cruisers which were as large (though not as powerful) as a battleship.
By the early 20th century, cruisers could be placed on a consistent scale of warship size, smaller than a battleship but larger than a destroyer. In 1922, the Washington Naval Treaty placed a formal limit on cruisers, which were defined as warships of up to 10,000 tons displacement carrying guns no larger than 8 inches in calibre. These limits shaped cruisers up until the end of World War II. The very large battlecruisers of the World War I era were now classified, along with battleships, as capital ships.
Plot
After murdering a police officer and stealing his patrol car, a mysterious, hulking figure begins a night of carnage and terror in a small Georgia town, pulling over innocent victims until a shocking final confrontation reveals the killer to be even more monstrous than anyone imagined.
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Ace is an impressionable young man working for a dry cleaning business. His friend, drug dealer Mitch goes to prison. In an unrelated incident, he finds some cocaine in a pants pocket. Soon, Ace finds himself dealing cocaine for Lulu. Via lucky breaks and solid interpersonal skills, Ace moves to the top of the Harlem drug world. Of course, unfaithful employees and/or rivals conspire to bring about Ace's fall.
Keywords: african-american, based-on-true-story, convicted-felon, drug-dealer, dry-cleaning, evil-man, ex-convict, gang, harlem-manhattan-new-york-city, loyalty
The American Dream... Their way.
Calvin: I just made enough money to bake biscuits for the projects.
Ice: Even Ray Charles can see he's got money.
Pip: Whooooo, that's a big ass bill.
Ace: I got shot in the head, baby!
Rico: Hey Ace, pull your skirt down B, dudes get shot everyday.
Jules Daniels: How about 7AM?::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: In the morning? Why so early?::Jules Daniels: Well, you said you needed it by next week. There's a lot of work to be done.::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: Yeah, but I don't look good until at least 12!
Jessica: She's your mother. Come on, Matt. Be serious.::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: I've never been more serious about anything.::Jessica: Oh my God. She doesn't know, does she?::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: No.::Jessica: Are you going to tell her?::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: Yeah. Maybe. Maybe when you tell me it's never gonna work.
Matt "Spider" Strilecki: Excuse me.::Jessica: Yes?::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: I, uh, got these for my birthday and I wanted to return them.::Jessica: They weren't your size?::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: Yeah, I lost a lot of weight.
Jules Daniels: Why did you come here?::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: 'Cause I had to find out. Why didn't you want me?::Jules Daniels: Stop that. It doesn't matter.::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: Tell me!::Jules Daniels: I was young, it was a mistake!::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: So I'm a mistake. I've been waiting for my whole life to meet my real mom. And now you're telling me I'm a mistake?!?::Jules Daniels: I was your age when I had you - my parents forced me to give you away. Matt, I'm sorry!::Matt "Spider" Strilecki: Sorry doesn't cut it.
Plot
Edward is a rich, ruthless businessman who specializes in taking over companies and then selling them off piece by piece. He travels to Los Angeles for a business trip and decides to hire a prostitute. They take a liking to each other and he offers her money if she'll stay with him for an entire week while he makes the "rich and famous" scene (since it doesn't do for a man of his stature to be alone at society parties and polo matches). Romantic comedy (and complications) ensue.
Keywords: 1990s, affection, automobile, ballroom, bare-breasts, bath, bathroom, bathtub, beverly-hills-california, black-bra
Who knew it was so much fun to be a hooker?
She walked off the street, into his life and stole his heart.
[first lines]::Magician at party: No matter what they say, it's all about money. So let's imagine, ladies, that you're a savings and loan officer. Watch - one, two, three; see, you've got it all, and we've got nothing. You've got all four, take a look.
[last lines]::Happy Man: Welcome to Hollywood! What's your dream? Everybody comes here; this is Hollywood, land of dreams. Some dreams come true, some don't; but keep on dreamin' - this is Hollywood. Always time to dream, so keep on dreamin'.
Vivian: I want the fairy tale.
Vivian: Well, color me happy! There's a sofa in here for two!
[Kit is trying to cheer up Vivian]::Vivian: Tell me one person who it's worked out for.::Kit: What, you want me to name someone? You want like a name? Oh, God, the pressure of a name... I got it. Cindafuckin'rella
Vivian: So, what's your name?::Edward Lewis: Edward.::Vivian: Really? That's my favorite name in the whole world.
[At the beginning of the evening]::Vivian: In case I forget to tell you later, I had a really good time tonight.
[after negotiating three thousand dollars]::Vivian: I would have stayed for two thousand.::Edward Lewis: I would have paid four.
Edward Lewis: You and I are such similar creatures Vivian. We both screw people for money.
Vivian: I got red, I got green, I got yellow... I'm out of purple, but I do have one Gold Circle coin left... the condom of champions... the one and only... nothin' is gettin' through this sucker. Whaddya say, hmm?
Plot
When no people are around, the toys still play in the playroom. But since a toy will be frozen forever if a person catches it out of position, they have to be very careful. It's Christmas Eve, and Rugby the Tiger remembers how he was the Christmas Toy last year, and thinks he's going to be unwrapped again. And it's up to Apple the Doll, whom Rugby supplanted as favorite toy, to tell him what's in store. But Rugby won't believe her, and tries to get into the Christmas package and lets Meteora, Queen of the Asteroids loose. Unfortunately, she doesn't know she's a toy, and thinks she's landed among aliens. And it's up to Apple, Mew (the Cat's toy mouse), and the other toys to get Rugby out of the box and Meteora back in it before they're found and frozen.
Keywords: actor-playing-multiple-roles, affection, best-friend, cat, chess-piece, christmas, christmas-eve, crushed-by-a-door, doll, dollhouse
Mew: It's catnip! Just catnip!
Bleep: Output your input.
Balthazar: Fear is very bad for my seams.
Meteora: Interesting transport pod. What's your power source?::Cruiser: A dollar on the drop, and ten cents for each additional mile.
Biker toy: Oh, get off the track, Jack.
Ding-a-Ling: Sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service.
Cruiser: Well, Cruiser's the name, and speed is my game.::Apple: Oh, it, it could be dangerous.::Cruiser: Heh, baby, you just said the magic word.
Mew: It was terrible. Even worse then when I was got put in the washing machine.
Meteora: You dare to touch the Queen? Inhabitants of many planets have died for less!::Rugby: No they haven't.
Mew: We're friends, but it's not a perfect relationship.
Plot
Thanks to a run of bad luck and go-nowhere jobs, John convinces Russell to join the army so they can get in shape, likening it to a health spa. Once in boot camp, wiseguy John tangles with his by-the-book Sgt. and becomes the unofficial leader for his platoon, made up mostly of other misfits and assorted losers. After somehow making it through graduation, they are given a special assignment but, thanks to John's romantic interest in a pretty MPO, the other men wind up behind the Iron Curtain until John, Russell, their dates and Sgt. Hulka make a daring rescue attempt in explosive style.
Keywords: absent-without-leave, airplane, american-soldier, armored-car, army, army-base, army-general, army-life, army-spoof, army-training
The story of a man who wanted to keep the world safe for democracy...and meet girls
[Winger's girlfriend is leaving him]::John Winger: You can't go! All the plants are gonna *die*!
John Winger: Ma'am, I'm sure there are a lot of ways I've gone that you haven't.
John Winger: My philosophy: a hundred-dollar shine on a three-dollar pair of shoes.
John Winger: Oh, it's not the speed really so much, I just wish I hadn't drunk all that cough syrup this morning.
[after a shoe shine]::John Winger: I don't think I've ever been this happy.
[after stumbling on the sidewalk]::Captain Stillman: Have that removed.
John Winger: Cut it out! Cut it out! Cut it out! The hell's the matter with you? Stupid! We're all very different people. We're not Watusi. We're not Spartans. We're Americans, with a capital 'A', huh? You know what that means? Do ya? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse. We're the underdog. We're mutts! Here's proof: his nose is cold! But there's no animal that's more faithful, that's more loyal, more loveable than the mutt. Who saw "Old Yeller?" Who cried when Old Yeller got shot at the end? [raises his hand] *sarcastically* Nobody cried when Old Yeller got shot? I'm sure. [hands are reluctantly raised] I cried my eyes out. So we're all dogfaces, we're all very, very different, but there is one thing that we all have in common: we were all stupid enough to enlist in the Army. We're mutants. There's something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us - we're soldiers. But we're American soldiers! We've been kicking ass for 200 years! We're 10 and 1! Now we don't have to worry about whether or not we practiced. We don't have to worry about whether Captain Stillman wants to have us hung. All we have to do is to be the great American fighting soldier that is inside each one of us. Now do what I do, and say what I say. And make me proud.
Dewey Oxburger: [as he gets off the bus at camp, to Capt. Stillman] How's it going, Eisenhower?
John Winger: [to the soldiers in his platoon] We're soldiers; but we're American soldiers. We've been kickin' ass for 200 years. We're 10 and 1.
Russell Ziskey: John, do you think I'm officer material?::John Winger: God, I'm worried about you.::Russell Ziskey: Come on! I'm in good shape, I'm walking tall, I'm looking good. First weekend in Europe.::John Winger: Yeah. We're spending it in an airplane hangar... guarding a truck!::Russell Ziskey: We've got each other.
The Guys Were Having a Good Time But Going Nowhere--Until They Met Katie!
big city noise disappears
sucker punch is in your heart
light is reason light is due
my shape is shapeless in your suit
chrome red eyeballs reflect and roll
a simple sun is slowly sinking
roman shoes and pretty hats
glitter bombs that beat the beat
you comb the night 'cause you're a cruiser
and ya you never get enough
when you're cruisin' down the street
and takin' off the heat
when you're on the moonlight run
(cruiser)
(cruiser)floating jets and big vignettes
get the treatment grab a cab
set aside the screaming fish
tell the world why you're so glad
flip the switches pull the plug
you always wait for better news
you need a hit you need a slu-ug
you don't easily get amused
you comb the night 'cause you're a cruiser
and ya you never get enough
when you're cruisin' down the street
and you're takin' off the heat
when you're on the moonlight run
(cruiser)
well you're a cruiser
(cruiser)
cruiser
(cruiser)
cruiser
(cruiser)
[repeat]
My biggest smile from Tokyo
You came out here five years ago
Her life song is a sad one
Her mom fell off when she was young
Her mom died off when she was young
Purple nights and yellow days
Neon signs and silver lakes
LA took a part of me
LA gave this gift to me
So, drive me down Sunset Boulevard
I'm feeling nice in your white car
Playing Hanoi Rocks and Social D
My sweetest angel set me free
My sweetest savior rescued me
Won't you whisper in my ear?
You look so good against my mirror
And you're my baby full of joy
You're my erotic brown eyed toy
You're my exotic black haired toy
Slipping letters under the door
Leave candy wrappers round my floor
And take me out of here round the canyons
Where the pavement meets the sand
Where the boardwalk creatures stand
So, drive down Beverly Drive
Where my room's lit up all night
I've been so lonely in this bed
It's good to sleep with you instead
It's good to talk all night instead
Morning pours the ocean deep
Into the hollow of my sleep
But the ocean can't be mine
Your perfection can't be mine
So, drive me down the 405
Where my airplane leaves tonight
I'm tipping up and touching down
Leave LA sparkling on the ground
LA glitters on the ground
LA sparkles on the ground
LA glitters on the ground
My biggest smile from Tokyo
You came out here five years ago
Her life song is a sad one
Her mom fell off when she was young
Her mom died off when she was young
Purple nights and yellow days
Neon signs and silver lakes
LA took a part of me
LA gave this gift to me
So drive me down Sunset Boulevard
I'm feeling nice in your white car
Playing Hanoi Rocks and Social D
My sweetest angel set me free
My sweetest saviour rescued me
Won't you whisper in my ear?
You look so good against my mirror
And you're my baby full of joy
You're my erotic brown eyed toy
You're my exotic black haired toy
Slipping letters under the door
Leave candy wrappers round my floor
And take me out of here round the canyons
Where the pavement meets the sand
Where the boardwalk creatures stand
So drive down Beverly Drive
Where my room's lit up all night
I've been so lonely in this bed
It's good to sleep with you instead
It's good to talk all night instead
Morning pours the ocean deep
Into the hollow of my sleep
But the ocean can't be mine
Your perfection can't be mine
So drive me down the 405
Where my airplane leaves tonight
I'm tipping up and touching down
Leave LA sparkling on the ground
LA glitters on the ground
LA sparkles on the ground
LA glitters on the ground
LA sparkles on the ground
Intro: Huh... yeah, (Pt Crisuer) A-Town To Sack Town, (A - Town to sack town like this here) Ya'll Know (916 nigga) (Yeeah) Yeah
A Yo Man If you gon ride a nigga... Make Sho Dat nigga down 2 ride 4 you, (Ride 4 you nigga... PT Cruiser) Pastor... Verse 1 (Yeeah)
Verse 1:
In Da black SS, Dat 96
Wit dat Teflon vest, ready 2 hit
A nIgga up 4 da work, I know he got it
N Aint Bout 2 be A whole Lotta talk About it
Smoke a fat blunt, just 2 get my mind right
Put some bullets in my clip, so my nine tight
Ready to ride, You thank I Give a f**k!
Walk Up In da studio N hit dey ass up
1st nigga buck, 1st nigga gettin fired
Da Mothaf**kin gun smoke get me high
Come up bout to change it, dnt come up bout 2 roll it
Yeah im da pastor, but I aint holy
Molly, Gun shots burst out da back
My Mothaf**kin homeboi had my back
Back to dat in crime i take pride
(Huh) N mine gon ride
(Chorus)
N ima ride 4 my niggaz datz down to ride(x8)
Verse 2:
My Momma told me everybody ain't ya friend boy
Wind up by yourself in da pin boy
Dem niggaz snitches dey tell it if dey know it
N I ain't bout 2 let no weak nigga blow it
Sow it, Got 2 be a way 4 me
2 figure out who keep it real N see who really G
I got niggaz say dey down to ride
Real niggaz know dey down to ride
So I dig in my pocket all my money is spent
(Huh Huh) Who da f**k gon represent
4 or 5 niggaz all dressed in black
Wearin black leather gloves holdin gats N bats (Yeeah)
Strapped up lookin 4 somebody to hit
Nothin gonna help me, but a nice lick
N im runnin outta time
My Back against da wall, N ima ride 4 minez
(Chorus)
N ima ride 4 my niggaz datz down to ride(x8)
(Talkin respresentin)
(Chorus)
big city noise disappears
sucker punch is in your heart
light is reason light is due
my shape is shapeless in your suit
chrome red eyeballs reflect and roll
simple sun is slowly sinking
roman shoes and pretty hats
glitter bombs that beat the beat
you comb the night 'cause you're a cruiser
and you never get enough
when you're cruising down the street
and you're chasing off the heat
when you're on the moonlight run
floating jets and big vignettes
get the treatment grab a cab
set aside the screaming fish
tell the world why you're so glad
flip the switches pull the plug
you always wait for better news
you need a hit you need a slug