Adrien : Marinette ?

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Marinette : Ou tu peux aussi m'appeler... Ladybug.

Qui sauve une vie, sauve le monde !
Maitre Fu

L'échec n'est pas mon ennemi, c'est plutôt ma peur.

Ladybug

Il cognait dans ma chaise

- Il t’est arrivé quoi à l’oeil?
- Je me suis cogné dans un poteau
- Fort ce poteau

- On se croirait dans un cirque
- Oui mais un cirque sans animaux battus et sans clown alcoolique atteint d'hépatite C

Et ça, c’est à Kevin, passe ça à Kevin
- Passe ça… passe ça à Kevin
- Passe ça à Kevin
- Passe ça à Kevin
- À Kevin
- Passe ça à Kevin
- Passe ça à Kevin
- Passe ça à Kevin
- Passe ça à Kevin
- Passe ça à Kevin
- Ton sac Kevin… Kevin n’est pas là

Il s'agit de deux charmants enfants : Jane et Michael.
Un jour, ils se rencontrent dans la rue, et Jane dit à Michael : " J'ai un ami avec une jambe de bois qui s'appelle Smith. "
Et Michael dit : " Ah oui ? Et comment s’appelle l'autre jambe ? "

Vends-moi tes salades, mec 😎

La nuit dernière, je me suis vu dormir. Et je me suis envolé.

B: Welcome to Konopac, the Rope Capital of the World. Population: 5. I'm B, I'll be your tour guide this afternoon and I'm pleased to be with you on this lovely day.

Lorenz Schwaninger: [Talking to his daughter Fani, who is also Franz Jägerstätter's wife, about Franz's imprisonment and the resultant mistreatment that the family is facing] Better to suffer injustice than to do it.

Patch: Do you think I'm one of a kind... or just... one of a hundred and one?

Pongo: [yawns] One of a hundred and one. That's it. One of a hundred and one.

[Pongo continues to sleep and Patch sighs]

Jesse: Do you remember when I told you that I was 104 years old?

[Winnie nods]

Jesse: Well... it's the honest truth.

[Winnie looks confused]

Jesse: I'm gonna live forever. I'm never gonna change. The same with Miles and Tuck and Mae. Something happened to us. I mean, as far as I know, I... I'm gonna be 17 until the end of the world. It's the spring, Winnie. Something's wrong with it. It stops you right where you are, if you'd had a drink of it today, you'd stay just like you are...

[Both hear a rustling noise. They turn around to see Miles]

Miles: Don't you wish he'd told you... before you kissed him? Did he tell you that immortality isn't all the preachers crack it up to be?

Jesse: Hey, leave her alone, Miles!

Miles: Well, now, you wanted her to hear it Jesse-boy. She's the first person you want to tell the truth to.

Jesse: You just don't want me to have what you lost.

Winnie: Stop this... both of you. Tell me... the truth... I wanna know.

Miles: [Miles nods and walks over towards Jesse and Winnie] We all had a drink. Except for the cat, and that's important.

[the rest of the monologue is told in flashbacks of what Miles is saying]

Miles: The water tasted like... heaven. It floated over your tongue like a cloud. Tuck carved a T in the trunk and we moved on west to find a place to settle down. We put up a house for Mae and Tuck and a little shed for Jesse and me. That was the first time we figured there was something... peculiar. Jesse fell thirty feet and landed on is neck. He was up on his feet before Mae could work up a good cry. Didn't hurt him a bit, no broken bones... nothing. But that's not all... not by a long shot. Things began to happen. Some brush-poppers mistook Mae's horse for a deer. Thing is, the bullets didn't kill hime. Barely even left a mark. Then Tuck got bitten by a rattle snake, and you know what... he didn't die.

[laughing]

Miles: But the cat did, of old age.

[Somberly, touching the ring on his finger]

Miles: And Miles got married.

[Whispering]

Miles: Bo. Little Anna.

[Out loud]

Miles: Tuck figured it early on. It was the spring. We all drank from it, even the horse. It had to be... the source of our changelessness. I begged her to come back... to me and find the spring and drink from it. The children, too. It was our only hope... to be together. She'd made up her mind that I'd... sold my soul to the devil. And she left me. She took my babies with her.

[Angrily, with tears in his eyes]

Miles: Everyone... pulled away after that. There was talk of witchcraft... and... black magic. I went lookin' for wars to fight... and I saw brave men die at Vera Cruz. And then Gettysburg. Thousands of them in the blink of an eye.

[Crying]

Miles: But not me. I couldn't die. Like Little Anna. The influenza took her before she was fifteen. And Bo. He'd be almost eighty now if he were still alive. And my sweet... my sweet young bride. She died in an insame asylum. Old and alone. But I'm still here... I'm still here.

[Unable to say any more, he just cries. We turn to Winnie, who is also crying. The screen fades to black]

Angus Tuck: Don't be afraid of death, Winnie. Be afraid of the unlived life.

Roland Yates: Don't worry, son, there'll be extra money for this mission.

Jake Hayes: Hey, man, first of all, I'm not your son. Second of all, did it ever occur to you that I might want to do something 'cause it's the right thing? Hey, I'm the one with the dead brother, I'm the one who misses his girl, and I'm supposed to put up with your shit 'cause you're a spy? Big deal! Every woman on the planet's a spy! Man, you guys can't even find Saddam Hussein! You know, if you told a woman, right now at 8:00 in the morning, that her husband was sleeping with Saddam Hussein, she'd be able to find Saddam by 8:00 that night, and say "Saddam, don't you ever come around my house no more!" Hey, I did you a favor, OK? You called me! Now, if you ever talk down to me again, I will beat your ass so bad you'll be the only guy in heaven with a wheelchair. You better act right before you get smacked right, Bitch.

Louise, la mère de Marie: Honesty is a trick invented by the rich to get the poor to keep their mouths shut.

Prof. Grombek: [first words - as med student works over cadaver bare-handed] Gloves Kaminski, gloves. The lady's a study aid, not Sharon Stone.

student hecklers: Yeah, Kaminski instincts are very basic... They're more fun when they're alive.

Prof. Grombek: Alright, pipe down. That's enough for this group. Ever seen a drowning victim? Tomorrow's putrefaction day.

Paula Henning: Uh, professor? There seems to be some kind of anomaly in the pelvic region.

Prof. Grombek: A penis per chance? It's not an anomaly, it's that little boys are created differently than little girls. Can you tell me what it is?

Paula Henning: [drops the organ] Slippery is what it is.

John Lee: You're safer with me.

Meg Coburn: Is it my perfume or something? Because you are the second guy today to assume I need, want or will accept help. I won't.

John Lee: [drawing his pistol] It's not an option.

Meg Coburn: And what happens when I tell you to go fuck yourself?

[John cocks his pistol]

Meg Coburn: O.K. If that's the way you want to play it. But when the gun is in my hand, we're gonna have this conversation again.

[John Lee points his gun at the back of Collins head, and Collins realizes his time is up]

Collins: Checkmate.

[describing the werewolf in human form to the police]

Jimmy Myers: I - I don't know... what a - about 5 foot 10...

Ellie: [cutting Jimmy Meyers off] She's got a bony ass... and fat thighs... and ugly skin.

[the werewolf breaks through a window, roaring, and gives Ellie the finger]

Zela: Don't let this get up fool you; I have the gift. I blame my mother.

Voldemar 'Piir': [twin brothers Käär have arrived at platoon as supplement] Who are you?

Vennad Käärid: [simultaneously] SS-grenader Käär!

Voldemar 'Piir': Supplement men?

Vennad Käärid: [simultaneously] Yes, sir!

Voldemar 'Piir': Ten men were promised, two were sent, they are also like one.

Karl Tammik: What are your names?

[brothers introduce themselves]

Voldemar 'Piir': Relatives?

Vennad Käärid: [simultaneously] Brothers.

Voldemar 'Piir': I can see that, a bit similar.

Jüri Jõgi: The innocent always feel guilt, the guilty feel nothing.

Mike Jobber: Get someone to clean that fucking toilet, it stinks in there

Pig & Whistle Barman: I keep telling her, but it's not my fault I can't get her to clean it for me, what are you having?

Mike Jobber: Um

Pig & Whistle Barman: [notices the Kray twins walk into the bar] Never mind, they just walked in

Reggie Kray: Alright, can I have two Guinesses please?

Pig & Whistle Barman: Hang on a minute Reg, just gonna go down and change the barrel

[hides inside the basement anticipating a fight]

Mike Jobber: Reg, Ron. The Richardsons were unexpectedly engaged, so we're gonna look after you

Reggie Kray: Ah, it's alright, the landlord's gonna change the barrel for me. Don't mind if I pour myself a pint, would ya?

Ronald Kray: [Notices a weapon held by one of the mob] What is that?

Mike Jobber: Yeah what do you think, poof? It's a fucking tool

Ronald Kray: No it's not it's a fucking rolling pin. What are you, Fanny Craddock? What are you doing with that? Gonna bake me a cake? Sing me a song whilst I blow out me fucking candles?

Ronald Kray: [Lifts jacket, mimicking two guns in his pockets] I come here for a fucking shootout. A proper shootout with some proper men. Like Colonel Custer and Geronimo, you ever heard of them? No. Cause you're too busy in your pinny baking fucking fairy cakes, weren't ya?

Ronald Kray: [Turns to Reggie] Reg. This lot are fucking nonces to a man, they're fucking nonces. Get out of me fucking way, go on, get out, go on, fuck off. Call yourself a fucking gangster.

Ronald Kray: [Turns round angrily before walking out of the pub in a rage] A SHOOTOUT, RIGHT, IS A FUCKING SHOOTOUT! Like a western. WANKERS! Fucking embarrassing, waste of my time. FUCKING waste of my time!

Mike Jobber: Well your brother's done a runner

Reggie Kray: Nah he's just genuinely disappointed with you, that's all.

Brian Fantana: [about Veronica] I'll give this little cookie an hour before we're doing the no-pants dance. Time to musk up.

[opens cologne cabinet]

Ron Burgundy: Wow. Never ceases to amaze me. What cologne you gonna go with? London Gentleman, or wait. No, no, no. Hold on. Blackbeard's Delight.

Brian Fantana: No, she gets a special cologne... It's called Sex Panther by Odeon. It's illegal in nine countries... Yep, it's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good.

Ron Burgundy: It's quite pungent.

Brian Fantana: Oh yeah.

Ron Burgundy: It's a formidable scent... It stings the nostrils. In a good way.

Brian Fantana: Yep.

Ron Burgundy: Brian, I'm gonna be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline.

Brian Fantana: They've done studies, you know. 60% of the time, it works every time.

[cheesy grin]

Ron Burgundy: That doesn't make sense.

Brian Fantana: Well... Let's go see if we can make this little kitty purr.

[snarls]