A test tube, also known as a culture tube or sample tube, is a common piece of laboratory glassware consisting of a finger-like length of glass or clear plastic tubing, open at the top, usually with a rounded U-shaped bottom.
A large test tube designed specifically for boiling liquids is called a boiling tube.
Test tubes are available in a multitude of lengths and widths, typically from 10 to 20 mm wide and 50 to 200 mm long. The top often features a flared lip to aid pouring out the contents; some sources consider that the presence of a lip is what distinguishes a test tube from a culture tube. Some test tubes have a flat bottom; some are made so as to accept a ground glass stopper or a screw cap. They are often provided with a small ground glass or white glaze area near the top for labeling with a pencil.
Test tubes are widely used by chemists to hold, mix, or heat small quantities of solid or liquid chemicals, especially for qualitative experiments and assays. Their round bottom and straight sides minimize mass loss when pouring, make them easier to clean, and allow convenient monitoring of the contents. The long, narrow neck slows down the spreading of vapors and gases to the environment.
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The year is 2013 and Snake Plissken is back but this time it's L.A., which through the agency of earthquakes has become an island of the damned. But something has gone wrong in this new moral order, because the President's daughter has absconded to L.A. with a detonation device, and Snake is commandeered to retrieve it. But just below the surface there is a coiled Snake ready to strike.
Keywords: 2000s, 2010s, action-hero, ak-47, ambulance, ambush, amusement-park, anti-hero, arrest, bare-chested-male
Plan your escape this Summer
Snake Is Back.
Plan Your Escape.['LA' from 'Plan' and 'Escape' are highlighted]
The man with the patch has escaped N.Y., try L.A. in the apocalypse
[the Surgeon General gropes Taslima's breasts]::Surgeon General of Beverly Hills: My God, they're real!
President: All right, I've heard enough. Would you explain to this foot soldier why he's going to do what we tell him to do.::Snake Plissken: What's he talking about?::Malloy: The Plutoxin Seven virus.::Brazen: Genetically engineered. 100% pure death.::Malloy: It starts with a slight headache, then turns into a fever that gets worse. After a short time, you crash. You bleed out like a stuck pig. Not a pretty sight.::Snake Plissken: I get it. You figure that you inject that shit into me, and under the threat of death, I'll do whatever you say... just like in New York.::Malloy: You got it... Snake!::Snake Plissken: One question: which one of you assholes gets to die trying to stick me?::Malloy: You don't understand. It's already in you.::[Snake looks down at his hand, where it was scratched earlier]::Brazen: Catches on quick, doesn't he?
[after the President orders Snake executed]::Malloy: On my command... FIRE!::[the soldiers open fire, without effect. Malloy grabs a rifle, walks up to Snake, and swings the butt through his body]::Brazen: He's not even *here*! He's a hologram!::Snake Plissken: Catches on quick, doesn't she?
[rumble]::Snake Plissken: What's that?::Pipeline: Tsu-nami, Snake! Tsunami!
President: What's it going to be, Plissken? Them or us?::Snake Plissken: I shut down the third world, you win they lose. I shut down America, they win, you lose. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Snake Plissken: Sad story. You got a smoke?
[to the crowd]::Cuervo Jones: I give you the death of SNAKE PLISSKEN!
Snake Plissken: By the way, who gives me the antidote?::Malloy: A medical team will be standing by.::Snake Plissken: Neither one of you?::Malloy: No.::Snake Plissken: Good!::[Snake opens fire on Malloy and Brazen with his assault rifle, but to no effect. Malloy and Brazen do not flinch or even blink]::Malloy: Ha! We thought you might try that, hotshot. That's why the first clip is loaded with blanks. Bye bye, Snake. Good luck!
President: Man is too dumb to survive L.A.::Malloy: We're holograms, Plissken.
Malloy: For God sakes, don't do it, Snake!::Snake Plissken: The name's Plissken.::[pushes the button]
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A former drug lord returns from prison determined to wipe out all his competition and distribute the profits of his operations to the city's poor in this stylish and ultraviolent modern twist on Robin Hood.
Keywords: african-american, aids, airplane, ak-47, alleyway, ambulance, american-flag, anti-hero, applause, arrest
Not everyone who runs a city is elected.
Where "Scarface" left off... "King of New York" begins.
The cops tried to stop him their way...Now they'll have to do it HIS way.
Frank White: From now on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved. No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in. You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it's my turn.
Frank White: I'm not your problem. I'm a business man.
Frank White: You think ambushing me in some nightclub's gonna stop what makes people take drugs? This country spends $100 billion a year on getting high, and it's not because of me. All that time I was wasting in jail, it just got worse. I'm not your problem. I'm just a businessman.
Jump: Yo, congratulations, Frank. Congratulations, man. Them Columbian motherfuckers, they took permanent vacation in hell, if you know what I mean.::Frank White: Well, I must've been away too long because my feelings are dead. I feel no remorse.
Joey Dalesio: I've got a message from Frank White. He wants to sit down, he wants to talk.::Arty Clay: You tell him I don't talk to nigger lovers.::Joey Dalesio: Well, he says he's got things on his mind that he wants to discuss with you, and he wants to know where and he wants to know when.::Arty Clay: You tell him in fucking Hell, that's where. He's gonna wish his lawyer left him fucking those Sambos in the joint when I get through with him.
Jump: I wanna know who I'm selling drugs to, you know what I mean?::Joey Dalesio: You don't sell drugs, my brother. You shoot people.::Jump: Yo, I'm unemployed. Ain't nobody left.
Dennis Gilley: I heard a rumor about you.::Frank White: What's that?::Dennis Gilley: I heard you got AIDS getting dicked up your ass in prison. That's what I heard.::Frank White: I thought about you every time I jerked off, dickhead.
Frank White: When the D.A's office investigated the sudden death of Arty Clay, they found that he left a $13 million estate. How do you explain that? There there's Larry Wong, who owned half of Chinatown when he passed away. Larry used to rent his tenements to Asian refuges, his own people, for $800 a month to share a single toilet on the same floor. How 'bout King Tito? He had thirteen-year-old girls hooking for him on the street. Those guys are dead because I don't want to make money that way. Emil Zappa, the Mata brothers, they're dead because they were running this city into the ground.::Roy Bishop: You expected to get away with killing all these people?::Frank White: I spent half my life in prison. I never got away with anything, and I never killed anybody that didn't deserve it.::Roy Bishop: Who made you judge and jury?::Frank White: Well, it's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it.
Frank White: There are some things I don't do.
Frank White: How come you never came to see me?::Jump: Who wanted to see you in a cage, man?