Press may refer to:
Donald John Trump, Sr. (born June 14, 1946) is an American business magnate, television personality and author. He is the chairman and president of The Trump Organization and the founder of Trump Entertainment Resorts. Trump's extravagant lifestyle, outspoken manner and role on the NBC reality show The Apprentice have made him a well-known celebrity who was No. 17 on the 2011 Forbes Celebrity 100 list. He is well-known as a real-estate developer who amassed vast hotel, casino, and other real-estate properties, in the New York City area and around the world.
Trump is the son of Fred Trump, a wealthy New York City real-estate developer. He worked for his father's firm, Elizabeth Trump & Son, while attending the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania, and in 1968 officially joined the company. He was given control of the company in 1971 and renamed it The Trump Organization.
In 2010, Trump expressed an interest in becoming a candidate for President of the United States in the 2012 election. In May 2011, he announced he would not be a candidate, but a few weeks later he said he had not completely ruled out the possibility. In December 2011, Trump was suggested as a possible Vice Presidential selection by Michele Bachmann. Bachmann has since suspended her presidential campaign.
Kobe Bean Bryant (born August 23, 1978) is an American professional basketball player who plays shooting guard for the Los Angeles Lakers of the National Basketball Association (NBA). Bryant enjoyed a successful high school basketball career at Lower Merion High School, where he was recognized as the top high school basketball player in the country. He decided to declare his eligibility for the NBA Draft upon graduation, and was selected with the 13th overall pick in the 1996 NBA Draft by the Charlotte Hornets, then traded to the Los Angeles Lakers. As a rookie, Bryant earned himself a reputation as a high-flyer and a fan favorite by winning the 1997 Slam Dunk Contest.
Bryant and Shaquille O'Neal led the Lakers to three consecutive NBA championships from 2000 to 2002. A heated feud between the duo and a loss in the 2004 NBA Finals was followed by O'Neal's trade from the Lakers after the 2003–04 season. Following O'Neal's departure Bryant became the cornerstone of the Los Angeles Lakers franchise. He led the NBA in scoring during the 2005–06 and 2006–07 seasons, setting numerous scoring records in the process. In 2006, Bryant scored a career-high 81 points against the Toronto Raptors, the second most points scored in a single game in NBA history, second only to Wilt Chamberlain's 100-point game in 1962. He was awarded the regular season's Most Valuable Player Award (MVP) in 2008. After losing in the 2008 NBA Finals, Bryant led the Lakers to two consecutive championships in 2009 and 2010, earning the NBA Finals MVP Award on both occasions.
Detective Brian Knox travels to the Past to solve his own murder
Plot
Bangshi Das is an impersonator of Charlie Chaplin. He earns peanuts by being the 'joker' at birthday parties. However, he prefers to call himself an actor rather than a worker. His life circles around his son who is the greatest critic of his performances. Poverty never seems bitter as the father-son duo knows how to make fun of it.
Plot
This is the story of the last few years of the notorious bank robber John Dillinger. He loved what he did and could imagine little else that would make him happier. Living openly in 1930s Chicago, he had the run of the city with little fear of reprisals from the authorities. It's there that he meets Billie Frechette with whom he falls deeply in love. In parallel we meet Melvin Purvis, the FBI agent who would eventually track Dillinger down. The FBI was is in its early days and Director J. Edgar Hoover was keen to promote the clean cut image that so dominated the organization through his lifetime. Purvis realizes that if he is going to get Dillinger, he will have to use street tactics and imports appropriate men with police training. Dillinger is eventually betrayed by an acquaintance who tells the authorities just where to find him on a given night.
Keywords: 1930s, african-american, airplane, alleyway, alvin-karpis, ambush, apartment, apple-orchard, arm-wound, arrest
America's Most Wanted
John Dillinger: [nodding at money left by a bank teller in front of his booth] You can put it away. Not here for your money. Here for the bank's money.
Billie Frechette: What do you want?::John Dillinger: Everything. Right now.
John Dillinger: Bye-bye, blackbird.
Melvin Purvis: What keeps you up nights, Mr. Dillinger?::John Dillinger: Coffee.
John Dillinger: We're having too good a time today. We ain't thinking about tomorrow.
John Dillinger: You wanna know if we're armed? We're armed.
John Dillinger: Well if it isn't the man who shot Pretty-Boy Floyd. Good thing 'cause he sure wasn't Whiz-Kid Floyd.
John Dillinger: [approaching group of police officers] What's the score?
[last lines]::Billie Frechette: They say you're the man who shot him.::Charles Winstead: That's right. One of 'em.::Billie Frechette: So why are you coming here to see me? To see the damage you done?::Charles Winstead: No. I came here because he asked me to. When he went down, he said somethin'. I put my ear next to his mouth, and what I think he said was this. He said, 'Tell Billie for me: Bye bye, Blackbird.'::[Billie starts to cry as Winstead gets up to leave]
Last Title Card: Melvin Purvis quit the FBI a year later and died by his own hand in 1960. Billie Frechette was released in 1936 and lived the rest of her life in Wisconsin.
The future of the nation was hanging by a chad.
Michael Whouley: I love Warren Christopher, but I think the guys so tight he probably eats his M&Ms; with a knife and fork.
Ron Klain: How hard is it to punch a paper ballot?::Michael Whouley: It's pretty God damn hard when you're eighty something years old, you're arthritic, and you're blind as a fucking bat. Unfortunately for us, blind fucking bats tend to vote Democratic.
Michael Whouley: Now it's time to prove to Al Gore who the real Ron fucking Klain really is. It's time to show Al Gore that Ron Klain is a fucking brawler and he's not going to back down from this particular fucking fight.::Ron Klain: Anyone ever tell you you say "fuck" a lot?
David Boies: [holds up bag of red m&m;'s] I'm only eating the red ones today.
Ron Klain: The plural of "chad" is "chad"?
Michael Whouley: [on the phone to Ron] I think the networks have got the wrong numbers. We're still alive.
Michael Whouley: There's a hundred and thirty five thousand ballots out there whose counting machines have declared non votes.
James Baker: Now listen people, this is a street fight for the presidency of the United States.
Michael Whouley: [to Ron] Whoever stops fighting first always loses.
Ron Klain: Every vote from every citizen deserves to be counted.
Plot
Oliver Stone's biographical take on the life of George W. Bush, one of the most controversial presidents in USA history, chronicling from his wild and carefree days in college, to his military service, to his governorship of Texas and role in the oil business, his 2000 candidacy for president, his first turbulent four years, and his 2004 re-election campaign.
Keywords: 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, abuse-of-power, alcoholism, ambition, americana, archival-footage
Get Ready
A life misunderestimated.
George W. Bush: [Looks around the countryside] I think we missed the side road!
George W. Bush: I believe God wants me to be president!
George W. Bush: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me... and won't get fooled again.
George W. Bush: Whose job is it, to find these damn weapons?
George W. Bush: Who's ever remembered the son of a president?::Laura Bush: John Quincy Adams!::George W. Bush: Yeah, but that was like, three hundred years ago wasn't it?
Thatcher: Following in your father's footsteps there, Bushy?
George Herbert Walker Bush: You want an ass-whipping?::George W. Bush: Try it old man!::George Herbert Walker Bush: Go ahead, take a swing!
Asian Journalist: Mr. President, what place do you think you will have in history?::George W. Bush: History? In history we'll all be dead!
George W. Bush: God bless us all!
Barbara Bush: Is he imbibing something I don't know about?
Plot
An exploration of certain conspiracy theories surrounding the JFK assassination from Jack Ruby's perspective. Ruby owns a run-down strip club in Dallas, and does what he can for credibility, both by giving information to the FBI and by doing the odd favor for his mafia contacts. When hitman Action Jackson is hit, Louie Vitali asks him to help get crime boss Santos out of a Cuban jail. When they get back, the bosses take his headliner Candy Cane under their wing to develop her career in Vegas. A mysterious government man named Maxwell expresses his displeasure to Ruby over his Cuban activities. Slowly all the pieces of a massive conspiracy begin to emerge to Ruby, who can do nothing to stop it.
Keywords: 1960s, actress-shares-first-name-with-character, amazing-grace-hymn, assassination-of-president, based-on-play, blonde, character-name-in-title, cia, conspiracy, courtroom
CIA. Mafia. JFK. Conspiracy. Jack Ruby.
If you don't know his story you don't know the whole story.
The incredible story of the man who shot Lee Harvey Oswald
The man who shot the man who shot J.F.K. was Ruby.
Jack Ruby: Where you from?::Sheryl Ann DuJean: [doesn't answer]::Jack Ruby: You come in the Lubbock bus?::Sheryl Ann DuJean: I ain't from nowhere.::Jack Ruby: I've been there. What's it called?::Sheryl Ann DuJean: Rising Star, Texas.::Jack Ruby: I'm from Chicago, myself. Where you headed?::Sheryl Ann DuJean: Out of Rising Star, Texas.
Sheryl Ann DuJean: [to Ruby] I'm Candy Cane, fresh out of nowhere. An hour ago you billed me as Las Vegas hot sauce. Tomorrow you headline me as a virgin schoolgirl from Carolina. I'm whatever you say.
Plot
The Gambler Brady Hawkes is back and he's about to lose his primary means of livelihood, when a law banning gambling is about to be passed. But in honor of that there's going to be one last great poker game and all what one needs to join is one hundred thousand dollars. A madame named Burgundy Jones along with four other madames is willing to put up the money for Brady but first he has to compete against four other gamblers in the end it comes down to Brady and a man named Cantrell. Brady barely beats him. So he, and Burgundy, and an old friend of his, Ethan Cassidy sets for the game which is in San Francisco. But Cantrell's a sore loser and is following them hoping to get the money so that he can join the game. Also following them is a band of outlaws who were planning to steal the money but Brady left with it before they got there. And along the way they encounter and/or are aided by some famous individuals like Wyatt Earp, The Rifleman, Cheyenne Bodie, Diamond Jim Brady, Bat Masterson, Judge Roy Bean, and President Teddy Roosevelt. Brady is also feeling that he might not have what he has to win; it seems that some time ago in Europe he lost a big game to an Englishman, and by strange coincidence he is also at the game.
Keywords: alley-fight, ambush, bank-robbery, bar-shootout, based-on-song, bat-masterson, bolt-action-rifle, brawl, california, cameo
[first lines]::Col. Volcar: Ah, Mr. Hawkes. I heard you were here in Juarez.::Brady Hawkes: And I heard that you were patrolling this neck of the woods. My information was good.::Col. Volcar: What's good is when a man can mix business with pleasure.::Brady Hawkes: My business is your pleasure, unless you're too tired to play.
Burgundy Jones: You know Judge, we have no greater friend in this world than Ethan Cassidy.::Judge Roy Bean: Then you can walk right out to my gallows and say goodbye to your friend. Now, let's get back to the races.
Mize: Those dime novels which do nothing but glorify their subjects are a thing of the past, Mr. Earp. Now, my publisher wants the facts behind the legend; the real Wyatt Earp, warts and all, Mr. Marshal.::Marshal Wyatt Earp: I don't know that warts is how I want to be remembered, Mr. Mize.
Brady Hawkes: Looks like I found some military firepower down here.::Cheyenne: The grenades? Sure, I don't reckon the army would mind giving us a hand.
Cheyenne: Life's an adventure. Things have been pretty quiet for me lately. Good to get the old heart pumping again.
The Director: They've sent us another actor over here who can't even ride.::Mark McCain: Well, they all say that they can't wear the mask and ride at the same time.::The Director: That doesn't matter. The sun is out.
Diamond Jim Brady: It's possible. It's possible. Of course, that's what Custer said.::Burgundy Jones: So did Crazy Horse.
The Westerner: Well, sir, the end of the west is near.
Lute Cantrell: Get out of the way, Chinaman, or you're dead.::Caine: Death is nothing to one who does not fear it.
Brady Hawkes: Mr. President, I'm surprised to see that you play poker in public.::President Theodore Roosevelt: Well, I wouldn't miss a chance to compete against the finest.::Sir Colin: We welcome your money, sir.::Bart Maverick: As long as it is yours and not the tax payers'.
Verse 1
Press toward the mark of the prize
of the high calling in Jesus Christ.
Stand fast in faith knowing that Jesus will make a way.
Chorus
Jesus will do it,
Jesus will make a way.
Jesus will do it,
Jesus will make a way.
Verse 2
I found in this life that you must go through
every trial that comes your way.
If you do go through,
you shall recieve a crown of glory.
Chorus
Bridge
You keep pressin' on.
You keep pressin' on,
and on and on and on and on.
You keep pressin' on.
You keep pressin' on.
Vamp 1
You keep pressin',
pressin' on.
Vamp 2
Keep on pressin'.
Keep on pressin'.
Keep on pressin'.
Vamp 3
You keep on pressin',
keep on pressin'.
Vamp 4
You keep pressin'
Vamp 5
Keep on pressin',
You keep pressin'.
Ending
(???????)
El Camino pick-Up truck
(???????) Motley Crue
Holding hands just me and you
We don't need no high school
I think we're too cool
We'll have kids at seventeen
Gettin laid at Dairy Queen
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
I find it hard to rise above the frame
??white trash??crime??
I greased my head with motor oil
(??? chicks ????)
Drinkin beers while playin the bass
But you know, it's just the same
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
I find it hard to rise above the frame
??White trash??crime??
We rode the rides at the school fair
We rode the grease into your hair
Got real drunk and slapped you around
Told me not to come around no more
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City hoosier love
Hoosier love, Hoosier love
South Side City
I find it hard to rise above the frame
??white trash??crime??
To all you hoosiers...
You Sailed Away One Night In June
I Heard You Say You Would Be Back Soon
But Since That Day It's Been On Long Loon
Oh - Sweet Darling The Mess I'm In
I Spoke To Jimmy With The Big Tattoo
Said Had He Seen Any Sign Of You
He Looked At Me And Then Laughed At You
See Just Wait A Minute, Oh Darling What A Mess I'm In
When I Want Ya Do I Get Ya
All I Needed Your Number,
Will You Give Me Your Number
Oh Sweet Darling
Oh Sweet Darling
Oh - Sweet Darling What A Mess I'm In
What A Mess I'm In, Since You Left Me
What A Mess I'm In, Oh Yeah
Oh Oh - Oh Oh Wo - Wo
Oh Oh - Oh Wo,Wo Wo
When You're Near Me
Can You Hear Me
I Can't See Ya
I Can Feel Ya
When You're Near Me
Can Ya Hear Me
This is a story that must be told
This is a story that must be told...
You tell lies! You tell lies!
P.R.E.S.S.! P.R.E.S.S.! (x5)
Sell your units!
Sell your lies all over and over again!
Others do and you just follow!
Never act! always react!
The industry pays you...
You suck their dicks on and on!
Your need is always to control!
90% of you is fucking shit!
Spread your lies!
When you write you destroy what others create!
You live of other lives...
Your comments do not count for us!
Which side are you on?
To ignore - That's the only real power that you have
You never understand! you never try!
And what you don't understand - You can't describe!
P.R.E.S.S.! P.R.E.S.S.! (x3)
Come on Alec fuck the shit up.....
Press - Fuck you!
Most of you don't have any opions!
You are not interested in the truth!
Sometimes it's better not to describe!
Never take a stand - Always react!
Which side are you on?
P.R.E.S.S.! P.R.E.S.S.! (x6)