Mr.Lu-K

"You're not gonna believe this. The guy killed 16 Czechoslovakians. He was an interior decorator."

Home, home again. I like to be here when I can. When I come home cold and tired. It's good to warm my bones beside the fire. Far away across the field. The tolling of the iron bell. Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

Fuck sympathy! I don't need your fuckin' sympathy, man, I need my fucking johnson!

Dude, where's my car?

It could look like someone you know or it could be a stranger in a crowd. Whatever helps it get close to you.

Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence !

Hey, com'on, I read like old people fuck.

I just killed two people!

-Fuck! I’m blinking it in! Oh my God, it’s in my fucking mouth! -Wait-wait-wait, hang on, I gotta post this on Facebook. -NO! -…“hashtag GrrrMondays”.

On avait dit pas les mamans !

Look what your brother did to the door! Ain't he got no pride in his home?

See me, Feel me

Personne ne retrouveras jamais ton corps de pourris. Ni tes ongles, ni tes cheveux. Personne au monde ne pourra retrouver la moindre trace de toi, j'avalerais avec soin chaque petits morceaux de ton cadavre.

Dis tu es au courant qu'il y a une gamine avec des yeux de cocker dans ton coffre ?

This kind of certainty comes but just once in a lifetime.

-Elektra ? -Mmh ? -What is your ultimate fantasy ?

Clarence: I can't tell you... that was one of the best times I ever had. It was. But, you know, I knew something must be rotten in Denmark. There was no way you could like me that much. Man, I can't tell you how relieved I was when you took off your dress, you... you didn't have a dick. Alabama: Stop being so fucking calm about all this. Go inside, there's a note on your TV and all it says is "Dear, Clarence" because I couldn't write anymore!