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User talk:Capodx2

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User talk:Jacob~enwikiquote

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User talk:MisterRandom2~enwikiquote

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User talk:Jamin001

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User talk:A.jager

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User talk:Aborlan~enwikiquote

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User talk:Moniter~enwikiquote

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User talk:Kamranrafiq~enwikiquote

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User talk:Jitenengineer

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User talk:Pmac 1.

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User talk:Norris678

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User:Danntm

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Hokusai

Katsushika Hokusai (葛飾北斎) (October 31, 1760 – May 10, 1849) was an Edo period Japanese artist, painter, woodblock printmaker and ukiyo-e maker. Born in Edo (now Tokyo), Hokusai is best-known as author of the woodblock print series Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji (c. 1831).

Through his painter life, Hokusai switched his pseudonoms thirty times. Among them, Hokusai (used 1805-1810) is today preferably used to address him.

Attributed

 * All I have produced before the age of seventy is not worth taking into account. At seventy-three I have learned a little about the real structure of nature, of animals, plants, trees, birds, fishes and insects. In consequence when I am eighty, I shall have made still more progress. At ninety I shall penetrate the mystery of things; at one hundred I shall certainly have reached a marvelous stage; and when I am a hundred and ten, everything I do, be it a dot or a line, will be alive. I beg those who live as long as I to see if I do not keep my word. Written at the age of seventy five by me, once Hokusai, today Gwakyo Rojin, the old man mad about drawing.
 * On one of his pseudonom, Gyakyo Rojin. He may have said the above in his late life definitely, since he began to use the name Gwakyo Rojin in 1843.

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User talk:71.244.153.206

Thank you for vandalizing wikiquote's article on randy orton, even if it was a month ago. More vandalism like this is needed on wikipedia, and its other wikisites.

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Seraphim of Sarov

Saint Seraphim of Sarov (July 19, 1759 – January 2 (N.S. January 14), 1833), born Prokhor Moshnin (Прохор Мошнин), was a Russian Orthodox monk and starets who spent most of his life near Sarov, Russia. He was canonized as a saint of the Russian Orthodox Church in 1903.

Quotes

 * We cannot be too gentle, too kind. Shun even to appear harsh in your treatment of each other. Joy, radiant joy, streams from the face of one who gives and kindles joy in the heart of one who receives. All condemnation is from the devil. Never condemn each other, not even those whom you catch committing an evil deed. We condemn others only because we shun knowing ourselves. When we gaze at our own failings, we see such a morass of filth that nothing in another can equal it. That is why we turn away, and make much of the faults of others. Keep away from the spilling of speech. Instead of condemning others, strive to reach inner peace. Keep silent, refrain from judgement. This will raise you above the deadly arrows of slander, insult, outrage, and will shield your glowing hearts against the evil that creeps around.

 * Acquire a peaceful spirit and then thousands of others around you will be saved.
 * As quoted in The Inner Kingdom (2000) by Kallistos Ware, p. 133.
 * Variant translations:
 * Acquire a peaceful spirit, and then thousands around you will be saved.
 * As quoted in The Folly of Prayer : Practicing the Presence and Absence of God (2009) by Matt Woodley, p. 156.
 * Acquire a peaceful spirit, and around you thousands will be saved.

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Contra III: The Alien Wars

Contra III: The Alien Wars (released as Contra Spirits in Japan and Super Probotector: Alien Rebels in Europe and Australia) is a Super NES run and gun video game released by Konami in 1992. It is the third console installment of the Contra series. Set in the futuristic year 2636, after twice failing to get a foot hold, alien invaders have launched a full-scale war on Earth, as two elite soldiers specializing in guerrilla warfare take up arms against them.

Quotes

 * The English localization of Contra III featured these infamous quotes:
 * Bill: It's time for revenge.
 * Lance: Let's attack aggressively!

 * The Japanese version featured these equally intimidating quotes:
 * Bill: 奴ら・・・ゆるさん. (Yatsu ra...yurusan, "I won't forgive those bastards.")
 * Lance: 派手に出迎えてやろうぜ！！ (Hade ni demukaeteyaru ze!, "Let's greet them with style!")

Instruction booklet

 * February 14, 2636. You are about to learn what it takes to a descendent of commando legends Scorpion and Mad Dog. That is, now that Red Falcon would like to use your family tree as a toothpick. You're Jimbo and Sully, special forces comrades just like your fearsome forefathers were. Nowadays, your weapons and maneuvers are more advanced than they were when your ancestors saved the world from being skewered on Red Falcon's fangs. That brutal beast is still in his prime and has had plenty of time to plot his revenge.
 * "Contra III: The Alien Wars Instruction Booklet", Konami, (1992), p.4

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User talk:62.171.194.7

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The Oblongs

The Oblongs is an American adult animated sitcom that focuses on the antics of a family who live in a poor valley community who, as a result of extreme pollution and radiation, are all severely disabled and deformed.

Misfit Love [1.1]

 * Milo: [to Teacher] You may control my mind but you'll never control my ass!

 * Peggy: I can't wait to get back to school and resume learning!
 * Helga: I can't wait till you drown in your saliva.
 * Susie: Drowning is my third favorite way to die. But, they are all good.
 * Mikey: (pulls a set of keys from his buttocks) Hey, I found my mom's car keys in my butt flaps

 * Bob: [to Milo] Son, you know you're forbidden to handle anything sharper than a boiled egg!

 * Yyvette: Yvette to mother ship. Bald nerd child presumed incinerated. Research incomplete. Returning to base.
 * P.A.: Negative. Not cost-effective. Terminate self.
 * Yyvette: Aw, crap. [powders to ashes]

 * Helga: [to Milo] I quit! Injure your own damn self!

 * Pickles: Hello, Pristine.
 * Pristine: Pickles, fabulous to see you! Love your hair, where'd you buy it?
 * Pickles: Off some whore. I think it was your mother.
 * Pristine: Well, gotta run. I don't want my daughter and her friends exposed to a drunken hose-bag. Oh, my gosh, did I say that out loud?
 * Pickles:[takes out license plate that says Debbie] Look! A novelity license plate that says Debbie! [all The Debbies and Pristine tackle for it]

 * Beth: Milo said he's not going to school today.
 * Pickles: Beth, honey, nobody likes a tattletale.
 * Bob: I do. They're an essential part of any family. You keep right on tattling, sweetie pie.
 * Beth: Daddy has a magazine with naked ladies hugging.
 * Bob: Ehh, criminy.

 * Susie: [after getting caught setting fire to the clubhouse] I have a problem.

Narcoleptic Scottie [1.2]

 * Milo: That's homeless Bill, he smells like pee-pee... I'M KEEPING HIM!

 * Milo: What are you doing?
 * Pickles: Burying beer. Ah crud, that means I drank gopher poison.

 * Milo: Dear God or God-like figure; when I wake up, please make Scottie all better. Look around. You owe me.

 * Biff: [referring to Scottie] What's wrong with him?
 * Bob: He's a narcoleptic.
 * Chip: An undercover drug agent?
 * Bob: Uh, sure, fine. Run.

 * Helga: Hey, push that box of cow hooves closer here!
 * [Mikey pushes the box]
 * Helga (after licking the box): Oh, god yes!

 * Chip [after he puts on a police uniform and Biff tries to strangle him]: Hey, that's me, idiot.

 * Bob: Dagnabbit, I'm still riddled with tartar!

Milo Interrupted [1.3]

 * Bob: [about Mrs. Hubbard] Good lord. That old biddy is nuts.
 * Pickles: Bob, she's right here.

 * Milo: Finally we can experience the magic
 * Helga:[To Peggy] Told ya he was gay.
 * Jared: Hey valley geeks, get your paws of our insects
 * Jared: I said it before and I'll say it again. Get em'
 * Friends: Aaaaaaaaaaaah.

 * Peggy: Hip-hip-hello Helga! Milo sent me!
 * Helga: He told our secret?! [In a demonic voice, she goes berserk and says something about the devil in Latin]

 * Helga:You're going to leave me aren't you? Everyone I care about leaves me!! [sobs loudly]

 * Helga: [About eating wedding cake] I get all my major color food groups. Red, White,... mostly white.

 * Milo: So what's going on after school?
 * Susie: Well, there was a murder on my street and the chalk outline is still there. We can play hopscotch.
 * [Helga runs in]
 * Helga: He already has plans, you ho!
 * Susie: Whoa, easy.
 * Helga: I don't like you two hussies macking on my man.
 * Peggy: [Peggy does the finger wave] Oh no she didn't just call me a ho!

 * Mayor: I give you Mrs. Hubbard. I don't know her first name.

 * Mrs. Hubbard: All the children need is the Good Book and what's in it.
 * [Mrs. Hubbard places the Bible down, opens it and takes out a gun]
 * Mrs. Hubbard: Behold: the Piece of the Lord.
 * [Mrs. Hubbard accidentally fires the pistol]
 * Mrs. Hubbard: Sorry.

 * Milo: Wait, you can't arrest her. Her parents abandoned her. She just needs love.
 * Sheriff: What she needs is a salad.

 * Bob: Pickles is right. Milo has too much sense to take drugs.
 * Milo: Wow, I've never seen so much crack. [cut to shot of Milo looking at Mikey's butt]

 * Milo: Finally, we can experience the magic.
 * Helga: Told you he was gay.

 * Bob's book title: Kids Snort the Darnedest Things

 * Milo: I'm trying to find Helga's parents on the internet, but I keep getting distracted by porn.

 * Milo: I knew we'd find our way to happiness!!!
 * Helga: I always knew he was gay.

 * Helga: Oh my...you're giving me the vapors!
 * Milo: I've smelled your vapors...and that's my cue, SEE YA!

 * Bob: Milo; No more fooling around. I want you to take me to your drug stash.
 * Milo: Oky-dok.
 * [Milo takes his dad to a cabinet filled with many different pill bottles]
 * Bob: Not your prescription drugs; I'm talking about the bad kind.
 * Milo: Dad, there's enough in there to drop Elvis.

 * Milo: You're out of order! You're out of order! This whole damn courts out of order!!!
 * Judge:[hits mallet] Silence boy!
 * Milo:Sorry I'm not right in the head.

Bucketheads [1.4]

 * Peggy: I can't believe people thought hat stupid bucket you wore yesterday was cool
 * Helga: No one even noticed that I finally shaved my pits.

 * [Shoes come down and hit Mikey in the head and knock him out]
 * Milo: Wow, these are Michael Jumps-a-Lots! I'm keeping them!
 * [Hobo walks by]
 * Hobo: Wow, an unconscious kid! I'm keeping him! [picks up Mikey]

 * Helga: Perfect, I've never felt prettier than with this garbage can on my head. Wow, the irony is even within my grasp.

 * Helga: Let's doing the own my ladys
 * Helga: Let's by the askalater
 * Helga: And that's how I needs to go
 * Milo: Look they got tommy vinegear
 * Saleswoman: Can I help you?
 * Mikey: Can you recommend anything that will take attention away from my buttocks?
 * Saleswoman: A world war?
 * Helga: You're funny! You're also old.
 * Susie: Soon you will be dead. Then we dig up your grave and make your corpse do embarrassing things à la Weekend at Bernie's.

 * Bob: Parent-teacher night is two hoots and a sock full of yowzas!
 * Chip: How do you survive in the world?

 * Bob: It's probably best not to wear those today, son. It's raining cats and dogs outside.
 * Milo: Oh, no!
 * Bob: Actually, it's raining rain. I'm just busting your chops.

 * Susie: [To Milo, while wearing a frilly dress] You cruel bastard.

 * Bob: Where are all our customers? Surely everyone saw the one-line advertisement I placed in the "et cetera" section of our local PennySaver.
 * Beth: Maybe they don't want to smell like flowers and pork.
 * Pickles: That's their problem. I think it's two great smells that smell great together.

 * Pickles: There ya go. Now it's a ham bucket.

 * [The family is having dinner in a restaurant]
 * Biff: Man, I wish we could eat decent food like this every day.
 * Pickles: I wish you could too, but that would involve me and the kitchen, and I'm just not seeing it.
 * Beth: But I haven't grown in two years, well, unless you count this
 * Pickles: Hey, if I came up with a few more fashion ideas, I could get enough money to buy the schools stove
 * <Everyone cheers>
 * Milo: Promise you won't forget about this when the martinis wear off
 * Pickles: Oh kids, they never wear off
 * <Everyone cheers again>

 * [Pickles is selling ham buckets. Milo's friends arrive]
 * Pickles: Fifty bucks.
 * Helga: Fiddy bones? I ain't got that kind of scratch. I work for a living, lady.
 * Pickles: For Milo's little friends, they're on the house.
 * Milo: But they'll cheapen the coolness factor.
 * Pickles: Do you want another spanking like last night?
 * Milo: Mom, that wasn't me. That was Dad.
 * Pickles: That's none of your business.

 * Helga: I've never felt prettier with this garbage can on my head. Wow, the irony is within my grasp

 * Debbie: [after seeing Milo fall down a flight of stairs] Bitchin' move!
 * [The other kids follow suit]
 * Jared: Ow! My spine!

 * Pickles: Here, take this and go get me 50 buckets and 50 yams!
 * Milo: HAMS, mom! Who would wear a yam?!

 * [Pickles answers the door and sees all the Debbies standing on her porch]
 * Pickles: Either I'm really smashed or you and your friends look exactly alike!

 * Helga: Well, well, well! A dog always returns to its vomit... wait a minute.

 * Jared: How come he got two fruity kisses and I only got one?
 * Milo: It is part of the enigma that is Meelo

 * Milo: Okay, everyone, it's Showtime
 * Susie: You cruel bastard

 * Milo: Helga, stop eating your fringe.
 * Helga: You shouldn't have made it out of bacon.

 * Peggy: Why should we help you when you've been a fantastic ass?!

 * Milo: I know about the attitude, but how do I not care about what people think?
 * Pickles: Well, I have a great husband and great kids and you all think I'm cool.
 * Milo: Are you saying I should marry Dad?
 * Bob: You just ruined what could have been a very poignant family moment.
 * Pickles: Should we hug anyway
 * Milo: I don't care
 * Pickles: That's my boy

Heroine Addict

 * Velva: We must rescue Majora from the evil Testiclies. I could ride my horse, Fallopiuis, or take my boat, the cervix
 * Unnamed woman: But we don't know if she's being held in Scroter's castle or th e vas deferent forest

 * Beth: Fallopius, to the cave <rides Scottie like a horse>

 * Pickles: [Italic texttalking about Milo & Beth fighting over the remoteItalic text] There's only one to settle this.

 * Bob: That's right!

 * Pickles: Beth, Milo you both have to fight for it! To distrepute the height differences Beth you can use a sock full of nickles!

The Golden Child [1.6]

 * Bob: Morphine... what a rascal!

 * Pickles: Why can't you be like your brother and QUIETLY read pornography?
 * Biff: I prefer to stay focused on the manliness of sports. Coach always says heart, obedience, motivation, opportunity... H - O - M - O.
 * Beth: That spells 'homo'.
 * Biff: You don't know how to spell!

 * Helga: [about Milo's sports drink, Manic] Looks like pee, tastes like crap!
 * Milo: Maybe we shouldn't say "Tastes like crap."
 * Susie: Milo, these days you need a slick marketing campaign to succeed.

 * Everybody: Hail Milo! Hail Milo!
 * Man Among Group: Hail Satan!... Sorry, got swept up in the moment.

 * Susie: This is just donkey's blood...[tastes blood] She donkey.

Flush, Flush, Sweet Helga [1.7]

 * Debbie: [gasps] Crashers! and that fat girl has my locket!
 * Helga: Debbie! It's Me, your best friend, Helga... and I'm not fat, I'm zaftig.

 * Milo: [Grunts] I can't get the locket off. The clasp is covered with fat.
 * Helga: Zaftig! It's covered by Zaftig.

 * Jared: Stupid gravity!

 * Milo: [as he and his friends are rolling away] Kiss my butt goodbye! [The ball rolls back to where it started] Um, I'm sorry about that "butt" crack. Buttcrack! I'm on a roll! Get it roll? Um... I'll return the locket now.
 * [Milo squeezes Helga to get the locket off; the locket snaps off Helga's neck and flies into the sewer]
 * Debbie: My locket! It went down the sewers where all the smelly stuff is! [starts crying]

 * Helga: [stuck in below the sewer] Hello? Is anyone there? I think there's rats in my butt.

 * Helga: [stuck in the sewer and surrounded by food] Hey guys! Want some Egg Foo Yung?
 * Peggy: Helga, you're supposed to be losing weight!
 * Helga: It's not my fault. All this stuff just fell down here. So I'm not Kate Moss. Big deal.
 * Milo: Kate Moss isn't stuck in a sewer.
 * Helga: Oh, I don't know. When you think about it, isn't there no bigger sewer than the world of professional modeling?

 * Pickles: Come on like it he set to it
 * Bob: Sweety the snob sness
 * Bob: It doesn't proper pinata
 * Pickles: Bob I am wanna tanger in budging here
 * Mikey: [being stung by wasps] The candy's stinging me!

 * Debbie: [seeing the American flag] Look! The Ralph Lauren flag!

 * Pickles: [singing; bringing in cake] Happy whatever to whoever, happy whatever to whoever! Mazel Tov!
 * Milo: [tastes the frosting; lurches back in disgust] This cake tastes weird...
 * Pickles: Well, we didn't have any chocolate icing, so I used deviled ham instead. Enjoy!

 * Pickles: Make a wish!
 * Milo: I wish I was dead...
 * Susie: Milo, if you say it out loud, it won't come true.

 * [Mayor is talking to the Helga, who is in the sewer, by the cell phone ]
 * Mayor: [to the crowd] The fat girl's stuck in a pipe...
 * [Nobody reacts]
 * Mayor: ...and so is the locket.
 * [Everybody gasps]:

 * Mayor Bledso: Here you go sweetie, this one's from daddy, and I dare any of you little candy asses to come up with a better gift!
 * Debbie: [squeals] Oh daddy, a locket! Give us a kiss!
 * Mayor Bledso: Ain't got time for kissin'.
 * Debbie: K!

 * Milo: Mom, we've got to get Helga out of the sewer! She's not losing weight! She'll have to live down there and get married down there and have kids down there, then her kids will marry each other and have more kids and they'll be hillbillies in the sewer and the banjo playing will drive us insane!
 * Pickles: Finally, someone's making sense!

 * [Police show up and take over the Oblong's bathroom]
 * Bob: Sheriff, with all due respect, you can't just show up and commandeer our toilet.
 * Sheriff: Sorry, law of eminent domain. [pinches Pickles' butt]
 * Pickles: Hey!
 * Sheriff: Eminent domain.

 * Reporter: Tune in at eleven, when we'll be talking to the next door neighbor of the man who made the velvet box the locket came in.
 * Bob: I'm sure will be back
 * Pickles: Yea right
 * Helga: Hello is everyone there
 * Helga: I think I see that rats in my but
 * Milo: We have to do something
 * Pickles: Carry about mouse trump
 * Pickles: With damage for those wrapped
 * Bob: Milo get climbing rope out of my truck.

 * Construction Worker: We know what we're doing, sir.
 * Helga: I'm not a sir! I'm a beautiful little girl.
 * Construction Worker: He's obviously in shock. Let's get out of here.

 * Milo: Helga,
 * Milo: You gotta do somehing or she's gonna dround
 * Susie: A little bosides he's a got a little blooney
 * Helga: Thanks I'm so much better
 * Milo: Where not gonna die
 * Milo: Where my friend I will let you
 * Helga: Thanks milo there's a number shock
 * Helga: Stupid toliet
 * Milo: That's it
 * Milo: All research is a resides for toliet for making water rise
 * Milo: Come on you gotta stop him.

Disfigured Debbie [1.8]

 * Banner in school gym: MILK VS. DEBBIE
 * Milo: Uh, excuse me. It's supposed to say, Milo.
 * Principal: Trust me. "Milk" will get more votes.

 * [After Debbie and the twins start arguing]
 * Debbie: Like, what's with the dork shoes? :[points at Biff and Chip's shoes]
 * Chip: :[angrily] I thought I told you, no more Buster Browns!
 * Biff: The salesman was putting pressure on me!
 * Chip: I am so angry with you right now.

 * [At the Debbies' slumber party]
 * Debbie: Debbie heard from Debbie that Debbie doesn't like Debbie as much as Debbie.
 * All other Debbies :[in unison] No way!

 * Milo: I'm sorry, guys. You believed in me and I let you down.
 * Helga: Come on, Milo. We never believed in you.

 * [Debbie falls off the stage into the thresher]
 * [long pause; thresher continues to run]
 * Farmer Boy: You want maybe I should cut this thing off?

 * Milo: You can run for President, Susie.
 * Creepy Susie: No, no. I have a skeleton in my closet. Oh, wait, no, I forgot; I made soup.

 * Chip: Why does there have to be beautiful people anyway?
 * Bob: So the people who aren't beautiful will know who to follow. It's all part of God's great plan.

 * Debbie: And this chart scientifically proves that I am descended from Cinderella!
 * Mr. Bergstein: But isn't Cinderella a storybo-
 * Debbie: You're a storybook!

 * Mikey: Can I be the pres-di-dent?
 * Milo: I think you just answered your own question
 * Milo: How about you peggy
 * Peggy: Seriously, I can't believe you think I have the self esteem or charisma
 * Helga: Whoa, clean up on aisle seven. She's out
 * Mikey: Well I guest we should just forgot about it
 * Susie: Then things will never improve. Time will pass, we will die, our hair and nails will continue to go
 * Susie: And I come sees comes to go
 * Milo: Fine, then I'll do it. I'll run and I'll win

 * Peggy: Milo, no one is going to vote for a kid who wears a helmet in home room
 * Milo: That's just to protect my soft spot <Helga pokes Milo's head> Great, now I've lost my motor skills.

 * Debbie: :[to her teacher] Ron?
 * Teacher: I wish you'd call me "Mr. Bergstein". And my first name is Leland.
 * Debbie: Whatever.

 * Milo's student council poster: MILO OBLONG Medicated and dedicated.

 * Milo: Debbie! Where are you? Debbie! [He looks up and sees Debbie on top of a bridge about to commit suicide] Debbie! You can't do this!
 * Debbie: Oh, yes I can!
 * Milo: Oh, no you can't!
 * [Debbie jumps, but when she lands in the water it only goes up to her ankles]
 * Milo: I told you. We all tried.
 * Debbie: What's the point of living if you can't be beautiful?
 * Milo: Debbie, beauty isn't everything. Was Mother Teresa beautiful? No, but she was loved by people all over the world.
 * Debbie: Didn't she die right after Princess Diana, but no one noticed because she was ugly?

 * Milo's student council poster: Elect Milo. You've had despotic - now try psychotic!

 * Debbie: [being forced into the Oblongs' car] No, no! I don't wanna go to the Valley! This car was built in America! [as her father is chasing her down]: It smells like poor people!

 * [The Clubhouse treehouse; the five kids are having a meeting]
 * Peggy: The meeting will now come to order. I will commence by reading the minutes from last week's meeting followed by Q and A and reports from committees.
 * Mikey: Let's light our farts on fire.
 * Peggy: Excuse me, but- That's not in accordance with parliamentary procedure!
 * Milo: I have some new business. The Debbies treat us like dirt. Why don't we elect someone else student council president?
 * Peggy: But nobody's ever beat the Debbies.
 * Milo: How do we know unless we try? l mean, you could run, Susie.
 * Susie: No, no. I have a skeleton in my closet. Oh, wait. No, I forgot. I made soup.
 * Milo: Helga, how about you?
 * Helga: Are you cranked out of your mind? l would never run against my dear bosom friend, Debbie.
 * Milo: Helga, the Debbies hate you.

 * Peggy: Eeew, Gross!
 * Susie: It's hideous. How long have those mice been loving in your back fat?
 * Helga: I don't know, but I call the white one Mitzi

 * Pickles: Bitch gotta go.

Pickles' Little Amazons [2.1]

 * Bob: Pickles, did you forget Beth again?
 * Pickles: I could have sworn she drove us home!

 * Beth (to meat tender at store): I'd like 2 pounds of flank steaks suitable for braising. And no bovine growth hormones. I don't need another one of these. (points to tumor)

 * (over announcments): Clean up on aisle nine.
 *  Pickles (lobsters pinching at her): Get 'em off, Get them OFF!!

 * Convict: Yo, Beth, see you on the outside!
 * Beth: Don't be no one's bitch!

 * Photosynthesis instructor (in sexy voice): As the suns energy causes the carbon bond to vibrate, faster, and faster, and faster, and FASTER....
 * Milo: ...Professor Jodie?
 * All men: Shut up!

 * Helga: We have to sell cookies to earn our entry fee for the Jamboree!
 * Pickles: Jambo- when does this crap ever end?!
 * Milo: It's not crap! This is good stuff! (everyone stares at Milo): Alright, I've been crotcheting and loving it. (pulls out hat) How cute is this?!
 * Bob: It's adorable son. I was wondering if you could crochet me a noose so I can hang myself.

Get Off My Back [2.2]

 * Chip: C'mon let's go do stuff to him!
 * Biff: Yeah, stuff!

 * Biff: [To Milo] Hey, where are you going, ass-breath?
 * Chip: Yeah, ass-breath, cause his breath smells like ass.

 * Milo: [To Jared and Blaine, as they finish taunting Biff and Chip] Everybody says you two have sex with each other.

 * Susie:[picks up hula hoop] weeee.[in an attempt to use it it fails to the ground, every one stares] What? I can't have fun?

 * Mikey: Hey guys, I think I cut my bottom on a rusty nail.
 * Peggy: Uh-oh, when was your last tetanus shot?
 * Mikey: I don't think I've ever had-- [His jaw locks, and he cries and runs away.]

 * Milo: We need a new name for our club...
 * Peggy: I propose we call ourselves the Knights of Backyardia!*

*Knights of Backyardia is a play off of the song Knights of Cydonia by the artist Muse.
 * Chip: I've got a better one, how about the Lame-ass Treehouse Club for Babies?
 * Biff: Hah, hah I second that [Both high-five]
 * Helga: [in a flirty voice] I third it.
 * Chip: [about Helga] Hey, did you guys know there's a giant tree toad in here?
 * Helga: [to Chip] I love you! [She lunges herself at Chip, who moves out of the way, and she winds up kissing Milo instead, much to her horror] Ugh! I frenched Milo! Bleck!

 * Milo: I have to go to the bathroom!
 * Chip: In that case, I'm going into a trace. [stares blankly for a moment, and then passes out]
 * Beth: [to Pickles] Mommy, what's a trance?
 * Pickles: Oh, it's just something your brothers do to give each other privacy.
 * Milo: [to Biff] I really have to go!
 * Biff: Number one or number two?
 * Milo: A little bit of both!
 * Biff: [to the others] Good night, folks. [also goes into a trance, and all three collapse on the floor]
 * Milo: [after being crushed beneath the weight of his brothers] This pressure's not helping....

 * Milo: [to Chip after having his nipples squeezed] Hey, why are you squeezing my boobie?
 * Courtney: [to Chip] Are you trying to feel me up?
 * Chip: What?! No! I was feeling Milo up!
 * Courtney: You have no idea how wrong that sounds!
 * Chip: No, wait, I was trying to score with you!
 * Courtney: That's it, I'm leaving.
 * Milo: Wait! Chip says you have a beautiful soul.
 * Courtney: Oh! That changes everything! [Courtney and Chip are then making out while Milo watches the movie]

Please Be Genital [2.3]

 * Pickles: Bravo baby, bravo.
 * Bob: Thank you dearest, we aim to please or as the French say "Aah Uuuga!
 * Pickles: Eighteen years of marriage and we've never missed a night.
 * Bob: Or morning haha. Goodnight my love.
 * [Alarm goes off]
 * Pickles: Rise and shine me!

 * Bob: James, you dog. So whose the lucky gal?
 * James: I don't know she hasn't been delivered yet.
 * Bob: Oh James, you can't marry a baby.
 * James: No she's a mail-order bride silly. I bought her on Ebay, I'm giving her this tomorrow. It's one of those cloudy yellowy diamonds that women love.
 * Bob: James I'm very happy for you. I only hope your marriage is as wonderful as mine and Pickles.
 * James: Thanks Bob. Hey you comin' to my bachlor party night right? The whole gang will be there!
 * Bob: What gang?
 * James: The one I bought on Ebay. Steve99@xcom, Packerfan@tetnet.
 * Bob: Sounds like a super giant gasser. Hey I have some funny napkins I can bring.

 * Bob: [Gasps] Good lord that woman has no blouse on. [Gasps] My god she's making it worse.
 * James: Bob, this is a strip joint.
 * Bob: A what? I thought it was a colonial theme steak house.
 * Announcer: Hear ye, hear ye. Let's give it up for a great patriot Lady Amber from the county of Cleavage as she declares independence from her knickers.

 * Bob: Ah, I beseech my lady. My fair wife wouldn't approve. Ah careful there, my family jewels are on the dance floor. Uh miss, your clogs are getting awfully close to my <sound of foot stomping, followed immediately by Bob screaming in pain>

 * Doctor: Oof, that's nasty. Well, no sex for a couple of weeks.
 * Bob: A couple of weeks! But my wife and I have never missed a night.
 * Doctor: Then what the hell were you doing in a strip joint you dirty pig!
 * Bob: It's really none of your..you know your bedside manner could use a little work.
 * Doctor: Sorry.
 * [Doctor takes a picture of Bob's stuff]
 * Doctor: This ought to gross them out on the internet.

 * Pickles: The captain of the SS Woman is on the bridge. [blowing horn sound] All hands on me!

 * Pickles: Kids, I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to be brutally honest. Is mommy still sexy?
 * Chip: Gross.
 * Biff: Aren't you like thirty or something.?
 * Pickles: Thanks.
 * Beth: I think your beautiful mommy.
 * Pickles: Awww, baby.
 * Beth: You have a pretty mustache.

 * Chip: Dude, you look thrashed.
 * Milo: I didn't get any shut eye. Except for this one in which doesn't count cause there's something wrong with me.

 * Pickles: My Bob isn't attracted to me anymore Anita.
 * Anita: Let me get you a drink.
 * Pickles: I'm too depressed to drink. Just give me a beer and a shot.
 * Anita: I'm sure it's nothing to worry about Bobs probably just having an affair.
 * Pickles: What?!
 * Anita: Have you noticed any of the tell tale signs?
 * Pickles: Like what?
 * Anita: Oh, like.. he's irrepressibly chipper?
 * Pickles: He sure is.
 * Anita: Stingy with the hugs?
 * Pickles: You know I always have to hug him.
 * Anita: Is there a bounce in his step?
 * Pickles: Oh, my god he has been bouncing!
 * Anita: Take it from me, he's chasing strange.
 * Pickles: Well, no one's stealing the love of my life! I'm going to follow him! [She pauses] What was I going to do?

 * Pickles: How dare you steal my husband!
 * Nun 1: Me? I'm married to the Lord.
 * Nun 2: Hey! I'm married to the Lord.
 * Nun 1: Oh, no you're not!
 * Guy: Nun Pile!

 * Pickles: Who is she? I know you're having an affair Bob. That's why you won't make love to me.
 * Bob: An affair? That's crazy.
 * Pickles: Don't screw with me Bob, I bit off a nun's ear. Now tell me the truth.
 * Bob: Ok! I'll tell you! I went to James' bachlor party and a stripper stepped on...your buddy!! I'm a filthy pig!
 * Pickles: Awww, Bob, I don't care about that.
 * Bob: But.. I'm a dirty birdy.
 * Pickles: Yeah but you're my dirty birdy. Now let's never use that phrase again.
 * Bob: Uh Pickles, we still can't have relations for a while.
 * Pickles: Oh right. Well, we can do without sex. After all we have a very rich relationship.
 * Bob: That we do, sugar lumps.
 * Pickles: I mean two weeks isn't that long.
 * Bob: Nah.
 * [Short pause]
 * Pickles: Gimmie sex! Gimmie sex!
 * Bob: Ahh! No means no! No means no!

 * Teacher: Ok kids, we're going to be working with some volatile chemicals today, except for you Milo since the school board has rated you a class four maniac.
 * Milo: I was just gonna brew a nice cup of tea. You know, I don't sleep.

 * [Tea kettle goes off]
 * Teacher: Kids, Milo's made a bomb!
 * [Everyone ducks for cover]
 * Milo: There, there now, it's just my kettle. The old girl does jabber up a storm. Ahh.. jasmine.
 * Susie: He's getting awfully fruity. He's got to get some sleep.
 * Helge: Just not before the crumpets are ready.
 * Milo: Now, now let 'em cool, you wee buggers.

 * Pickles: Anita do you have a brother?
 * Anita: Uhh... Yeah, sure, why not?

 * Pickles: Bob what's happening to us? We used to have so much fun together.
 * Bob: We're eating soup with garlic croutons. What do you want woman?
 * Pickles: Well, let's go out on the town. We can call another couple and double date.
 * Bob: The only couple I know are James and his fiancee. I don't how much fun she'll be,though. She's dead..and Canadian.

 * James: Maybe you could give me some marriage advice?
 * Bob: Sure. Never let a stripper clog dance near your dingle.
 * James: Are there two g's in 'dingle'?

 * Biff: Dude, eating an entire turkey in bed was a great idea.
 * Chip: Yeah, but won't it make us sleepy?
 * Biff: Nah, not unless we hear some white noise.
 * [Hear water coming into their room and they fall asleep]

 * Pickles: What's all that racket?
 * Bob: The kids are drowning baby.

My Name is Robbie [2.4]

 * Helga: (as other children are making a sand statue around her) I'm going through puberty. Make with the sea weed!

 * Bob: I may not have arms and legs, but I have the one part of a man that truely matters, and it's huge.
 * Dusty: I'd like to see that.
 * Male lifeguard: Me too.

Father of the Bribe [2.5]

 * Mayor Blodsoe: Hit me in the groin with that golf club. [Mr. Kilmer hits him in the groin with the golf club] That hurts more than I thought it would

 * Helga (as the school's on fire): The candy! Someone save the CANDY!

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Thanks for experimenting with the page Care Bears Movie II: A New Generation on Wikiquote. Your test worked, and has been reverted or removed. Please use the sandbox for any other tests you want to do. Please see the welcome page if you would like to learn more about contributing to our compendium of quotations. Thanks. —LrdChaos 13:29, 18 July 2006 (UTC)

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Wikiquote:Votes for deletion archive/Aiven Andrians

 * The following discussion is an archived debate of the proposed deletion of the article below. Please do not modify it. Subsequent comments should be made on the appropriate discussion page (such as the article's talk page or in a deletion review).  No further edits should be made to this page.

The result was: delete. — LrdChaos 13:55, 18 July 2006 (UTC)

Aiven Andrians
A search for this name yields unnotable postings (Amazon.com, etc) and a stub page on Wikipedia for the Humanistic American Religious Party. A search for this organization yields a lot of mirror references based on the stub, but nowhere is this party actually described or discussed. Since Andrians' notability would be due to this party, its lack of note in itself would argue against his getting an article on Wikiquote. A search for "Philosophical Taughts" [sic], the source of various quotes, yields nothing but the Wikiquote page itself. - InvisibleSun 12:07, 4 July 2006 (UTC)

Vote closed. Result: delete (five explicit votes to delete, one implicit vote to delete, no dissent). —LrdChaos 13:55, 18 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Delete. 121a0012 04:47, 5 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Delete. A clarification about the Amazon link: it's for a personal (self-written) profile, not a book or other notability source. In it, he claims to have "studied all the major martial-arts systems, including secret systems used by the intelligance [sic] community", and having appeared in "the season finaly [sic] of West Wing ( 1st season )", even though IMDb seems to be missing his credit for that (or any) show. This strongly suggests the WQ article is a hoax, and the WP article is at least non-notable. (NOTE: I have just nominated the WP article for the party for deletion as well.) ~ Jeff Q (talk) 07:07, 5 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Delete per InvisibleSun and Jeffq. —LrdChaos 15:39, 5 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Delete - Koweja 17:40, 6 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Delete. ~ UDScott 13:08, 9 July 2006 (UTC)

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Wikiquote:Votes for deletion archive/Penelope mortimer

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The result was: delete. — LrdChaos 13:56, 18 July 2006 (UTC)

Penelope mortimer
Unless quotes are provided, this page should be deleted. - InvisibleSun 12:30, 4 July 2006 (UTC)

 * Vote closed. Result: delete (four explicit votes to delete, one implicit vote to delete, one vote to keep). —LrdChaos 13:56, 18 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Delete this mere copy of Mortimer's stub Wikipedia article unless sourced quotes are added, in which case move to correct capitalization. ~ Jeff Q (talk) 14:11, 4 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Delete unless quotes are found. 121a0012 04:47, 5 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Delete unless valid quotes are added to the page. —LrdChaos 15:39, 5 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Keep (for now), she seems like she might qualify as notable enough. The page is only two days old, so we shouldn't jump the gun. - Koweja 17:40, 6 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Comment: Notability isn't really an issue with this vote (though usually it is). In this case, the issue is the lack of quotes. Since we are Wikiquote, and the purpose of the site is to be a reference for quotes, an article that doesn't include any is not really suited for here. The fact that it is only a few days old does not exclude it from this, especially considering that many, many articles are effectively abandoned after their creation. —LrdChaos 18:00, 6 July 2006 (UTC)
 * Delete, unless valid quotes are added. Should it be deleted, it can always be added again later if someone finds some quotes from her. ~ UDScott 13:09, 9 July 2006 (UTC)

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You vandalism was reverted.--Esprit15d 14:50, 18 July 2006 (UTC)

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Mickey Spillane

Frank Morrison Spillane (9 March 1918 –17 July 2006), more commonly known as Mickey Spillane, was an American crime novelist, famous for his series of novels featuring his signature detective character, Mike Hammer, among other works.

Quotes

 * Those big-shot writers … could never dig the fact that there are more salted peanuts consumed than caviar.
 * As quoted in The Making of a Bestseller: From Author to Reader (1999) by Arthur T. Vanderbilt, p. 135

I, the Jury (1947)

 * In there. The words hit me hard. In there was my best friend lying on the floor dead. The body. Now I could call it that. Yesterday it was Jack Williams, the guy that shared the same mud bed with me through two years of warfare in the stinking slime of the jungle. Jack, the guy who said he'd give his right arm for a friend and did when he stopped a bastard of a Jap from slitting me in two. He caught the bayonet in the biceps and they amputated his arm.

 * I threw back the sheet anyway and a curse caught in my throat. Jack was in shorts, his one hand still clutching his belly in agony. The bullet went in clean, but where it came out left a hole big enough to cram a fist into.

 * The cops aren't exactly dumb, you know. We can get our own answers. Not like I can. That's why you buzzed me so fast. You can figure things out as quickly as I can, but you haven't got the ways and means of doing the dirty work. That's where I come in. You'll be right behind me every inch of the way, but when the pinch comes I'll get shoved aside and you slap the cuffs on. That is, if you can shove me aside. I don't think you can.

 * Don't worry, I don't underrate the cops. But cops can't break a guy's arm to make him talk, and they can't shove his teeth in with the muzzle of a .45 to remind him that you aren't fooling. I do my own leg work, and there are a lot of guys who will tell me what I want to know because they know what I'll do to them if they don't. My staff is strictly ex officio, but very practical.

 * The roar of the .45 shook the room. Charlotte staggered back a step. Her eyes were a symphony of incredulity, an unbelieving witness to truth. Slowly, she looked down at the ugly swelling in her naked belly where the bullet went in. "How c-could you?" she gasped. I had only a moment before talking to a corpse, but I got it in. "It was easy," I said.

My Gun is Quick (1950)

 * When you sit at home comfortably folded up in a chair beside a fire, have you ever thought what goes on outside there? Probably not. You pick up a book and read about things and stuff, getting a vicarious kick from people and events that never happened. You're doing it now, getting ready to fill in a normal life with the details of someone else's experiences. Fun, isn't it? You read about life on the outside thinking about how maybe you'd like it to happen to you, or at least how you'd like to watch it. Even the old Romans did it, spiced their life with action when they sat in the Coliseum and watched wild animals rip a bunch of humans apart, reveling in the sight of blood and terror. They screamed for joy and slapped each other on the back when murderous claws tore into the live flesh of slaves and cheered when the kill was made. Oh, it's great to watch, all right. Life through a keyhole. But day after day goes by and nothing like that ever happens to you so you think that it's all in books and not in reality at all and that's that. Still good reading, though. Tomorrow night you'll find another book, forgetting what was in the last and live some more in your imagination. But remember this: there are things happening out there. They go on every day and night making Roman holidays look like school picnics. They go on right under your very nose and you never know about them. Oh yes, you can find them all right. All you have to do is look for them. But I wouldn't if I were you because you won't like what you'll find. Then again, I'm not you and looking for those things is my job. They aren't nice things to see because they show people up for what they are. There isn't a coliseum any more, but the city is a bigger bowl, and it seats more people. The razor-sharp claws aren't those of wild animals but man's can be just as sharp and twice as vicious. You have to be quick, and you have to be able, or you become one of the devoured, and if you can kill first, no matter how and no matter who, you can live and return to the comfortable chair and the comfortable fire. But you have to be quick. And able. Or you'll be dead.

 * She turned again, and this time she was closer. Her head nestled against my shoulder and she moved my hand up her body until I knew there was no marvel of engineering connected to the bra because there was no bra. And the studded belt she wore was the keystone to the whole ensemble, and when it was unsnapped the whole affair came apart in a whisper of black satin that folded back against the sand until all of her reflected the moonlight from above until I eclipsed the pale brilliance, and there was no sound except that of the waves and our breathing. Then soon even the waves were gone, and there was only the warmth of white skin and little muscles that played under my hand and the fragrance that was her mouth. The redhead had been right.

Vengeance is Mine! (1950)

 * The guy was dead as hell. He lay on the floor in his pajamas with his brains scattered all over the rug and my gun was in his hand. I kept rubbing my face to wipe out the fuzz that clouded my mind but the cops wouldn't let me. One would pull my hand away and shout a question at me that made my head ache even worse and another would slap me with a wet rag until I felt like I had been split wide open.

 * I couldn't think. I couldn't remember. I was wound up like a spring and ready to bust. All I could see was the dead guy in the middle of the room and my gun. My gun! Somebody grabbed at my arm and hauled me upright and the questions started again. That was as much as I could take. I gave a hell of a kick and a fat face in a fedora pulled back out of focus and started to groan, all doubled up. Maybe I laughed, I don't know.

 * Rainey, you've forgotten something. You've forgotten that I'm not a guy that takes any crap. Not from anybody. You've forgotten I've been in business because I stayed alive longer than some guys who didn't want me that way. You've forgotten that I've had some punks tougher than you'll ever be on the end of a gun and I pulled the trigger just to watch their expressions change.

One Lonely Night (1951)

 * Nobody ever walked across the bridge, not on a night like this. The rain was misty enough to be almost fog-like, a cold gray curtain that separated me from the pale ovals of white that were faces locked behind the steamed-up windows of the cars that hissed by. Even the brilliance that was Manhattan by night was reduced to a few sleepy, yellow lights off in the distance. Some place over there I had left my car and started walking, burying my head in the collar of my raincoat, with the night pulled in around me like a blanket. I walked and I smoked and I flipped the spent butts ahead of me and watched them arch to the pavement and fizzle out with one last wink. If there was life behind the windows of the buildings on either side of me, I didn't notice it. The street was mine, all mine. They gave it to me gladly and wondered why I wanted it so nice and all alone. There were others like me, sharing the dark and the solitude, but they were huddled in the recessions of the doorways not wanting to share the wet and the cold. I could feel their eyes follow me briefly before they turned inward to their thoughts again. So I followed the hard concrete footpaths of the city through the towering canyons of the buildings and never noticed when the sheer cliffs of brick and masonry diminished and disappeared altogether, and the footpath led into a ramp then on to the spidery steel skeleton that was the bridge linking two states. I climbed to the hump in the middle and stood there leaning on the handrail with a butt in my fingers, watching the red and green lights of the boats in the river below. They winked at me and called in low, throaty notes before disappearing into the night. Like eyes and faces. And voices. I buried my face in my hands until everything straightened itself out again, wondering what the judge would say if he could see me now. Maybe he'd laugh because I was supposed to be so damn tough, and here I was with hands that wouldn't stand still and an empty feeling inside my chest.

 * I used to be able to look at myself and grin without giving a damn about how ugly it made me look. Now I was looking at myself the same way those people did back there. I was looking at a big guy with an ugly reputation, a guy who had no earthly reason for existing in a decent, normal society. That's what the judge had said. I was sweating and cold at the same time. Maybe it did happen to me over there. Maybe I did have a taste for death. Maybe I liked it too much to taste anything else. Maybe I was twisted and rotted inside. Maybe I would be washed down the sewer with the rest of all the rottenness sometime. What was stopping it from happening now? Why was I me with some kind of lucky charm around my neck that kept me going when I was better off dead?

The Big Kill (1951)

 * It was one of those nights when the sky came down and wrapped itself around the world. The rain clawed at the windows of the bar like an angry cat and tried to sneak in every time some drunk lurched in the door. The place reeked of stale beer and soggy men with enough cheap perfume thrown in to make you sick. Two drunks with a nickel between them were arguing over what to play on the juke box until a tomato in a dress that was too tight a year ago pushed the key that started off something noisy and hot. One of the drunks wanted to dance and she gave him a shove. So he danced with the other drunk. She saw me sitting there with my stool tipped back against the cigarette machine and change of a fin on the bar, decided I could afford a wet evening for two and walked over with her hips waving hello.

 * I was thinking too damn much to be careful. When I stabbed my key in the lock and turned it there was a momentary catch in the tumblers before it went all the way around and I swore out loud as I rammed the door with my shoulder and hit the floor.Something swished through the air over my head and I caught an arm and pulled a squirming, fighting bundle of muscle down on top of me. If I could have reached my rod I would have blown his guts out. His breath was in my face and I brought my knee up, but he jerked out of the way bringing his hand down again and my shoulder went numb after a split second of blinding pain. He tried again with one hand going for my throat, but I got one foot loose and kicked out and up and felt my toe smash onto his groin. The cramp of the pain doubled him over on top of me, his breath sucking in like a leaky tire. Then I got cocky. I thought I had him. I went to get up and he moved. Just once.That thing in his hand smashed against the side of my head and I started to crumple up piece by piece until there wasn't anything left except the sense to see and hear enough to know that he had crawled out of the room and was falling down the stairs outside. Then I thought about the lock on my door and how I had a guy fix it so that I could tell if it had been jimmied open so I wouldn't step into any blind alleys without a gun in my hand, but because of a dame who lay naked and smiling on a bed I wouldn't share, I had forgotten all about it.

Kiss Me Deadly (1952)

 * All I saw was the dame standing there in the glare of the headlights waving her arms like a huge puppet and the curse I spit out filled the car and my own ears. I wrenched the wheel over, felt the rear end start to slide, brought it out with a splash of power and almost ran up the side of a cliff as the car fishtailed. The brakes bit in, gouging a furrow in the shoulder, then jumped to the pavement and held. Somehow I had managed a sweeping curve around the babe. For a few seconds she had been living on stolen time because instead of getting out of the way she had tried to stay in the beam of the headlights. I sat there and let myself shake. The butt that had fallen out of my mouth had burned a hole in the leg of my pants and I flipped it out the window. The stink of burned rubber and brake lining hung in the air like smoke and I was thinking of every damn thing I ever wanted to say to a hairbrained woman so I could have it ready when I got my hands on her. That was as far as I got. She was there in the car beside me, the door slammed shut and she said, "Thanks, mister."

 * She begged me to say something, but I let her squeeze it out herself. " The police came again, but Berga wouldn't tell them anything." The tongue moistened the lips again. The scarlet was starting to wash away and I could see the natural tones of of wet flesh. " The other men came... they were different from the police. Federal men, I think. They took her away. Before she came back...Those men came." She put something into the last three words that wasn't in the others, some breathless, nameless fear. Her hands were tight balls with the nails biting into the palms. A glassiness had passed over her eyes while she thought about it, then vanished as if afraid it had been seen.

The Girl Hunters (1962)

 * They found me in the gutter. The night was the only thing I had left and not much of it at that. I heard the car stop, the doors open and shut and two voices talking. A pair of arms jerked me to my feet and held me there. "Drunk," the cop said. The other one turned me around into the light. "He don't smell bad. That cut on his head didn't come from a fall either." "Mugged?" "Maybe." I didn't give a damn which way they called it. They were both wrong anyhow. Two hours ago I was drunk. Not now. Two hours ago I was a roaring lion. Then the bottle sailed across the room. No lion left now. Now was a time when I wasn't anything. Nothing was left inside except the feeling a ship must have when it's torpedoed, sinks and hits bottom.

 * I sat there as if I were paralyzed; for a second totally immobilized, a suddenly frozen mind and body that had solidified into one great silent scream at the mention of a name I had long ago consigned to a grave somewhere. Then the terrible cold was drenched with an even more terrible wash of heat and I sat there with my hands bunched into fists to keep them from shaking.

The Snake (1964)

 * You walk down the street at night. It's raining out. The only sound is that of your own feet. There are city sounds too, but these you don't hear because at the end of the street is the woman you've been waiting for for seven long years and each muffled tread of your footsteps takes you closer and closer and the sound of them marks off seconds and days and months of waiting. Then, suddenly, you're there, outside a dark-faced building, a brownstone anachronism that stares back dully with the defiant expression of the moronic and you have an impending sense of being challenged.

 * The woman inside was important now. Perhaps the most important in the world. What she knew would help destroy an enemy when she told it. My hands in my pockets balled into hard knots to keep from shaking and for a moment the throbbing ache of the welts and cuts that laced my skin stopped.

 * Even in that pale light I could see that she was more beautiful than ever, the black shadow of her hair framing a face I had seen every night in the misery of sleep for so long. Those deep brown eyes still had that hungry look when they watched mine and the lush fullness of her mouth glistened with a damp warmth of invitation.

 * We brought a man back who should have died long ago. The present can't stand a man like that anymore. Now they want indecision and compromise and reluctance and fear.

 * His eyes had death in them, his and mine. His belly was bloated and I could smell the stench of a festering wound, the sickening odor of old blood impregnated into cloth. There was a wildness in his face and his mouth was a tight slash that showed all his teeth. Marv Kania was young, but right there he was as old as death itself.

The Twisted Thing (1966)

 * The little guy's face was a bloody mess. Between the puffballs of blue-black flesh that used to be eyelids, the dull gleam of shock-deadened pupils watched Dilwick uncomprehendingly. His lips were swollen things of lacerated skin, with slow trickles of blood making crooked paths from the corners of his mouth through the stubble of a beard to his chin, dripping onto a stained shirt. Dilwick stood just outside the glare of the lamp, dangling like the Sword of Damocles over the guy's head. He was sweating too. His shirt clung to the meaty expanse of his huge neck. He pushed his beefy hand further into the leather glove and swung. The solid smack of his open hand on the little guy's jaw was nasty. His chair went over backward and his head cracked against the concrete floor of the room like a ripe melon. Dilwick put his hands on his hips and glared down at the caricature that once was human.

 * The two cops dragging the little guy out stopped dead still. The other one washing the bloodstains from the seat quit swishing the brush over the wicker and held his breath. Nobody ever spoke that way to Dilwick. Nobody from the biggest politician in the state to the hardest apple that ever stepped out of a pen. Nobody ever did because Dilwick would cut them up into fine pieces with his bare hands and enjoy it. That was Dilwick, the dirtiest, roughest cop who ever walked a beat or swung a nightstick over a skull. Crude, he was. Crude, hard and dirty and afraid of nothing. He'd sooner draw blood from a face than eat and everybody knew it. That's why nobody ever spoke to him that way. That is, nobody except me. Because I'm the same way myself.

The Body Lovers (1967)

 * I heard the screams through the thin mist of night and kicked the car to a stop at the curb. It wasn't that screams were new to the city, but they were out of place in this part of New York that was being gutted to make room for a new skyline. There was nothing but almost totally disemboweled buildings and piles of rubble for three blocks, every scrap of value long since carted away and only the junk wanted by nobody left remaining. And there was a quality to the screams that was out of place too. There was total hysteria that only complete terror can induce and it was made by a child.

 * They had dropped the body behind a pile of cement blocks from a partly shattered wall, pulling a broken section of sheetrock over to hide it from casual view. But there's nothing casual about a little kid who liked to play in junk and found himself stumbling over the mutilated body of what had been a redheaded woman. At one time she would have been beautiful, but death had erased all that.

 * He stood with his back angled to the wall. To an indifferent observer he was simply in idle conversation, but it wasn't like that at all. This was an instinctive gesture of survival, being in constant readiness for an attack. His head didn't turn and his eyes didn't seem to move, but I knew he saw us. I could feel the hackles on the back of my neck stiffening and I knew he felt the same way. Dog was meeting dog. Nobody knew it but the dogs and they weren't telling. He was bigger than I thought. The suggestion of power I had seen in his photographs was for real. When he moved it was with the ponderous grace of some jungle animal, dangerously deceptive, because he could move a lot faster if he had to. When we were ten feet away he pretended to see us for the first time and a wave of charm washed the cautious expression from his face and he stepped out to greet Dulcie with outstretched hand. But it wasn't her he was seeing. It was me he was watching. I was one of his own kind. I couldn't be faked out and wasn't leashed by the proprieties of society. I could lash out and kill as fast as he could and of all the people in the room, I was the potential threat. I knew what he felt because I felt the same way myself.

Survival...Zero! (1970)

 * They had left him for dead in the middle of a pool of blood in his own bedroom, his belly slit open like gaping barn doors, the hilt of the knife wedged against his sternum. But the only trouble was that he had stayed alive somehow, his life pumping out, managing to knock the telephone off the little table and dial me. Now he was looking up at me with seconds left and all he could do was force out the words, "Mike ...there was no reason."

 * The two young men turned and they didn't smile because they were Woody Ballinger's two boys, Carl and Sammy, and for one brief instant, there was something in their faces that didn't belong in that atmosphere of joviality and the little move they instinctively made that shielded them behind the others in back of them was involuntary enough to stretch a tight-lipped grin across my face that told them I could know. Could. From away back out of the years I got that feeling across my shoulders and up my spine that said things were starting to smell right and if you kept pushing the walls would go down and you could charge in and take them all apart until there was nothing left but the dirt they were made of.

Writers on Writing interview (1986)

 * W.O.W. : Writers on Writing (1986) by Jon Winokur

 * I have no fans. You know what I got? Customers. And customers are your friends.

 * If the public likes you, you're good. Shakespeare was a common, down-to-earth writer in his day.

 * If you're a singer you lose your voice. A baseball player loses his arm. A writer gets more knowledge, and if he's good, the older he gets, the better he writes.

 * I'm a commercial writer, not an author. Margaret Mitchell was an author. She wrote one book.

 * Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle. They read it to get to the end. If it's a letdown, they won't buy anymore. The first page sells that book. The last page sells your next book.

The Killing Man (1989)

 * Some days hang over Manhattan like a huge pair of unseen pincers, slowly squeezing the city until you can hardly breathe. A low growl of thunder echoed up the cavern of Fifth Avenue and I looked up to where the sky started at the seventy-first floor of the Empire State Building. I could smell the rain. It was the kind that hung above the orderly piles of concrete until it was soaked with dust and debris and when it came down it wasn't rain at all but the sweat of the city.

 * On an ordinary day the corridor would have been filled with the early lunch crowd, but now the emptiness gave the place an eerie feeling, as though I were a trespasser and hidden eyes were watching me. Except that I was the only one there and the single sign of life was the light behind my office door. I turned the knob, pushed it open and just stood there a second because something was wrong, sure as hell wrong, and the total silence was as loud as a wild scream. I had the .45 in my hand, crouched and edged to one side, listening, waiting, watching.

Black Alley (1996)

 * The phone rang. It was a thing that had been sitting here, black and quiet like a holstered gun, unlisted, unknown to anybody, used only for local outgoing calls, and when it was triggered it had the soft, muted sound of a silenced automatic. The first ring was a warning sound. The second time would be death calling.

 * The temperature was six below zero and it kept me dying on the spot because the blood coagulated and clotted in ugly smears of cloth and skin and the pain hadn't started yet, so when the little fat guy who saw my eyes open and still bright pulled me away from the carnage he was almost in the shock I was going into. Nobody would listen to him. He was a drunk. I was nearly dead. Sometimes the body responds to a stimulus that can't be explained. He got me upright. I walked woodenly, dyingly. I was sat in an old car. The fat man rolled down the windows. The blood stayed frozen. My hands were numb and I couldn't feel my feet. Idly, I wondered what frostbite was like. Breathing was a thing that was happening, but at a pace that said it could slow, then stop at any time. A dull, squeezing sensation of pain was beginning to gnaw on my insides and I knew that eventually, and very soon, it would grow into a terrible, devastating animal with an awful hunger and I would be eaten alive by it. I wanted to scream but nothing would come out.

Crime Time interview (2001)

 * Interviewed by Michael Carlson

 * I'm not an author, I'm a writer, that's all I am. Authors want their names down in history; I want to keep the smoke coming out of the chimney.

 * I knew a couple of things... during the war years they came out with reprints of all the Dumas novels, Moby Dick, for the servicemen, and I saw this and believe me I'm a very sharp merchandiser, and I say this is the new marketplace for writing: original paperback books.

 * I was the first one probably in writing to use a nickname, Mickey, and it stuck.

 * I'm 82 years old, wherever I go everybody knows me, but here's why... I'm a merchandiser, I'm not just a writer, I stay in every avenue you can think of.

 * I don't care what the editor likes or dislikes, I care what the people like.

 * I was one of the first guys writing comic books, I wrote Captain America, with guys like Stan Lee, who became famous later on with Marvel Comics. Stan could write on three typewriters at once! I wrote the Human Torch, Submariner. I worked my way down. I started off at the high level, in the slick magazines, but they didn't use my name, they used house names. Anyway, then I went downhill to the pulps, then downhill further to the comics. I went downhill class-wise, but I went uphill, money-wise! I was making more money in the comics. I wrote the original Mike Hammer as a comic, Mike Danger.

 * I know an awful lot of Hollywood people, who are so self-important, I can't understand it. My father was a good Irish saloon-keeper, my mother always said to him, 'Jack, how come you know everybody here' and he'd say, 'because I say hello'. I'm just like that, I've always been that way.

 * Hemingway hated me. I sold 200 million books, and he didn't. Of course most of mine sold for 25 cents, but still... you look at all this stuff with a grain of salt.

 * Hemingway hated me. I outsell him and he was steamed. One day he wrote a story for Bluebook berating me. So I'm going on a big TV show in Chicago and I don't get it, that's sour grapes... I mean if you can't say something nice about someone why say anything at all?

 * I'm the most translated writer in the world, behind Lenin, Tolstoy, Gorki and Jules Verne. And they're all dead...

 * I don't research anything. If I need something, I'll invent it.

 * See, heroes never die. John Wayne isn't dead, Elvis isn't dead. Otherwise you don't have a hero. You can't kill a hero. That's why I never let him get older.

 * I've gotta keep writing. But where's the next step, where do you go? But at my age, you start to get tired. You're not full of piss and vinegar. The vinegar's all gone.

 * I always wanted to have Mike Mazurki play Hammer... too bad he couldn't act.

 * I'm a country boy. I hate New York. But that's where things happen, so I use it as a base for stories, I know enough about it. But I have to keep going back there.

 * I'm actually a softie. Tough guys get killed too early... I've got a full head of hair and don't wear eyeglasses.

 * When I started the paperback market, there were only a few good writers, now the market's loaded... you don't know which one to take.

Quotes about Spillane

 * I learned a lot about transitions from reading Mickey Spillane. In the early Mike Hammer books, he hardly ever explained how Hammer got from one place to another, or wasted time setting up scenes elaborately. There were no slow dissolves in those books. They were all fast cuts, with each scene beginning right on the heels of the one before it. Since the books had enormous appeal to a generally unsophisticated audience, I would assume few readers had trouble following the action line, for all the abruptness of the transition.
 * Lawrence Block, Writing the Novel: From Plot to Print, 1979, Writer's Digest Books, p. 153

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Help with a partial quote, anyone? It is, I believe from Kingsley Amis,"...his mouth tasted like some creature of the night had used it for a latrine, and later its mausoleum..."

Is this from Amis and, if so, which work?

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Lucky Jim, Chapter Six:

"Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider crab on the tarry shingle of the morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad."

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