The Gang: Completed. Outsiders fandom. Kay experiences the stirrings of true love, and the pain of heartbreak. My first fanfic and I'm debating with taking it down. Don't read it, haha.
Annabelle Mathews: In progress. Outsiders fandom. Two-Bit's sister is in a world of trouble with boys, booze, drugs, and a certain Shepard...
In or out?: Completed. One shot. Sarah Dessen fandom--The Truth About Forever. A look at the night Wesley broke into that house.
Playing With Fire: In progress and sort of on hold. Outsiders fandom. Emma's stepfather is one of the cops that shot down Dallas Winston, as if her life weren't hard enough before.
Back Home Again: In progress. Outsiders fandom. Will contain tie-ins with Marauder and the Q's Cogs in the Machine, because it's an amazing story and you should check it out. Ponyboy left Tulsa when he was 18 and is coming back for the first time 19 years later, when he's married and has two kids, but how will the people he left behind react to his return?
Other than those posted stories, I'm debating with writing one that centers around the relationship between Steve and Evie. I'm also thinking about one that deals with the Shepard family. We'll see if and when I create those.
My favorite books: The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton; Just Listen, The Truth About Forever, and This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen; Sloppy Firsts, Second Helpings, and Charmed Thirds by Megan McCafferty; Can You Keep A Secret, and the Shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella. I highly suggest all of those books to anyone and everyone.
Quotes
The Outsiders:
Two-Bit: Who's this, your great-aunts?
Cherry: Great-grandmothers, twice removed.
Two-Bit: Shoot, you're ninety-six if you're a day.
Marcia: I'm a night.
Two-Bit: Brother, you're a sharp one. Where'd you two ever get to be picked up by a couple of greasy hoods like Pony and Johnny?
Marcia: We really picked them up. We're really Arabian slave traders and we're thinking about shanghaing them. They're worth ten camels apiece at least.
Two-Bit: Five. They don't talk Arabian, I don't think. Say somethin' in Arabian, Johnnycake.
Two-Bit: A fair fight isn't rough. Blades are rough. So are chains and heaters and pool sticks and rumbles. Skin-fighting isn't rough. It blows off steam better than anything. There's nothing wrong with throwing a few punches. Socs are rough. They gang up on one or two, or they rumble each other with their social clubs. Us greasers usually stick together, but when there is a fight among ourselves, it's a fair fight between two. And Dally deserves whatever he gets, 'cause slashed tires ain't no joke when you've got to work to pay for them. He got spotted, too, and that was his fault. Our one rule, besides Stick together, is Don't get caught. He might get beat up, he might not. Either way there's not going to be any blood feud between our outfit and Shepard's. If we needed them tomorrow, they'd show. If Tim beats Dally's head in, and then tomorrow asks us for help in a rumble, we'll show. Dally was getting kicks. He got caught. He pays up. No sweat.
Randy: Listen, greasers, we got four more of us in the back seat...
Two-Bit: Then pity the back seat.
Ponyboy: How come you got hauled in?
Dally: Shoot, kid, them boys at the station know me by now. I get hauled in for everything that happens in our turf. While I was there, I kinda let it slip that y'all were headin' for Texas. So that's where they're lookin'.
Johnny: I don't guess my parents are worried about me or anything?
Dally: The boys are worried. Two-Bit was going to Texas to hunt for you.
Two-Bit: What I like is the 'turn' bit. Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn't 'turn' all of a sudden.
Dally: Shepard came by to see me a while ago.
Two-Bit: That's what Johnny said. What'd he want?
Dally: Said he saw my picture in the paper and couldn't believe it didn't have 'Wanted Dead or Alive' under it.
Steve: I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun!
Another greaser: That big guy with y'all, you know him pretty well?
Ponyboy: I ought to, he's my brother.
Dally: Hold up! Hold it!
Ponyboy: I thought you were in the hospital.
Dally: I was. I ain't now.
Ponyboy: How?
Dally: Talked the nurse into it with Two-Bit's switch. Don't you know a rumble ain't a rumble unless I'm in it?
Ponyboy: Soda, what all did I say while I was delirious?
Sodapop: Oh, you thought you were in Windrixville most of the time. Then you kept saying that Johnny didn't mean to kill that Soc. Hey, I didn't know you didn't like baloney...
Mission Impossible III:
Brassel: You can look at me with those judgemental eyes all you want, but I bullshit you not. I will bleed on the American flag to make sure those stripes stay red.
Luther Stickell: That look in your eyes is a pain in my ass, you know that, right?
Ethan Hunt: I'll die unless you kill me!
Benji Dunn: Well, I'm assuming the Rabbit's Foot is some sort of a codename for a deadly weapon. Or, you know, it could just be a very expensive bunny appendage.
Benji Dunn: (when asked if he knew what the Rabbit's Foot was) It's interesting - I used to have this professor at Oxford, okay? Doctor Wickham, his name was and he was, like, this massive fat guy, you know? Huge, big guy. We used to call him - you know, well, I won't tell you what we used to call him, but he taught biomolecular kinetics and cellular dynamics. And he used to sort of scare the underclassmen with this story about how the world would eventually be eviscerated by technology. You see, it was inevitable that a compound would be created which he referred to as the 'Anti-God'. It was like an accelerated mutator or sort of, you know, like a, an unstoppable force of destructive power, that would just lay waste to everything - to buildings and parks and streets and children and ice cream parlors, you know? So whenever I see, like, a rogue organization willing to spend this amount of money on a mystery tech, I always assume... it's the Anti-God. End-of-the-world kinda stuff, you know... But no, I don't have any idea what it is. I was just speculating.
Tristan and Isolde:
Isolde: Yesterday at the market, I saw a couple holding hands... and I realized we'll never do that. Never anything like it. No picnics or unguarded smiles. No rings. Just... stolen moments that leave too quickly.
Isolde: Love is as strong as death. Why be capable of feelings if we're not to have them? Why long for things if they're not meant to be ours?
Tristan: There are other things to live for: duty, honor.
Isolde: They are not life Tristan. They are shells of life. Love is made by God. Ignore it and you suffer as you can not imagine.
Tristan: Then I will no longer live without it.
Isolde: Tristan, if we do this...
Tristan: For all time they will say it was our love that brought down a kingdom. Remember us. (pushes the boat Isolde is in away)
Tristan: Come with me. Come with me!
Isolde: I can't!
Tristan: Why not? Please!
Isolde: Tristan, we both knew this can't be. We've known it from the start. That doesn't mean it isn't true, it just cannot be. I want to know that you're alive somewhere thinking of me from time to time. I want to know that there's more to this life and I can't know that if they kill you. Please! Go.
Isolde: How many have you loved before me?
Tristan: None.
Isolde: And after me?
Tristan: None.
Charmed Thirds:
"Why do you even put up with me?"
"I'm not putting up with you," he said softly, "I'm loving you."
"So everything we believe about happiness is wrong," I said.
He nodded.
"Everything?" I asked, when what I meant was Everything? Including you? Including me?
And Marcus, being Marcus, knew what I really wanted to know, and answered my silent, more significant question. He held up his hand to shield the rays and looked me in the eyes.
"Almost."
(In a letter from Jessica to Marcus) You called me a natural con artist and asked me what other secrets I was hiding. I didn't answer because I already knew, in some deep, primal way, what furtive truth you were referring to: that I was destined to fall in love with you.
(In a letter from Jessica to Marcus) You believe in the economy of words. That's a lesson I could have stood to learn from you, obviously, judging by this letter. One lesson of many, actually. If you had let me.
My story proves that when it comes to Marcus, there is no simple beginning, middle, or end.
Love may have the longest arms, but it can still fall short of an embrace.
Nothing lasts forever, so everything is a phase. Some phases are just longer than others.
"You must be a long phase for me, Marcus Flutie."
"The longest, Jessica Darling," he replied.
I thought Marcus was going to be in my life forever. Then I thought I was wrong. Now he's back. But this time I know what's certain: Marcus will be gone again, and back again and again and again because nothing is permanent. Especially people. Strangers become friends. Friends become lovers. Lovers become strangers. Strangers become friends once more, and over and over.
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest:
Marty: It's a key!
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: No! Much more better. It is a drawing of a key. Gentlemen, what do keys do?
Marty: Keys... unlock... things...
Gibbs: And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something vaulable. So, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks.
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: No! If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key that unlocks it?
Gibbs: So... we're going after this key?
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: You're not making any sense at all.
(Ragetti studies his upside down Bible intently, then looks up)
Ragetti: Well, I say it was divine providence that escaped us from jail.
Pintel: And I say it was me bein' clever.
(Pintel turns to the dog with the keys)
Pintel: Ain't that right, Poochie?
Ragetti: How do you know it wasn't divine providence that inspired you to be clever?
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: So what's your plan?
Will Turner: I row over, search the ship until I find your bloody key.
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: And if there are crewmen?
Will Turner: I cut down anyone in my path.
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: I like it. Simple, easy to remember.
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: (to Pintel and Ragetti) Guard the boat, mind the tide... don't touch my dirt.
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: (looks at the sleeping crew) As you were, gents.
Will Turner: This key is going to help save Elizabeth?
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: ... how much do you know about Davey Jones?
Will Turner: Not much.
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: Yeah, it'll save Elizabeth.
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: Where's it gone? Where's the thump-thump?
Lord Cutler Beckett: I'm listening.
(Elizabeth holds a gun to his face)
Lord Cutler Beckett: I'm listening intently.
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: What are you doing here? You look bloody awful.
Norrington: You hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax.
Cap'n Jack Sparrow: You smell funny.
Friends
Ross: I can't believe you two had sex in her dream!
Chandler: I'm sorry, it was a one time thing. I was very drunk and it was somebody else's subconscious!
Chandler: Hey, you guys in the living room all know what you want to do. You know, you have goals. You have dreams. I don't have a dream.
Ross: Ah, the lesser-known "I don't have a dream" speech.
Joey: Man, this is weird. You ever realize Captain Crunch's eyebrows are actually on his hat?
Chandler: You think that's weird? Joey, the man's been captain of a cereal for the last 40 years.
Joey to Chandler: Okay, man, I didn't want to bring this up, but Chandler is the stupidest name I've ever heard in my whole life! It's not even a name! It's barely even a word. It's kind of like chandelier... but it's not. It's a stupid, stupid non-name.
Ross: I may get to speak at this Paleontology convention, and if I do, I'd love for you guys to come and hear me.
Chandler: I think I can safely say that we all have family issues, work stuff, and/or are sick.
Ross: It's in Barbados.
Chandler: But you come first!
Chandler: Oh, we're gonna flip for the baby?
Joey: You got a better idea?
Chandler: All right, call it in the air.
Joey: Heads.
Chandler: Heads it is.
Joey: Yess! Whoo!
Chandler: We have to assign heads to something!
Joey: Right. Okay, okay, uh, ducks is heads, because ducks have heads.
Chandler: What kind of scary-ass clowns came to your birthday?
Joey: Oh! Sorry, did I get you?
Chandler: No, you didn't get me! It's an electric drill! You get me, you kill me!
Chandler: What are you doing?
Joey: You said I had to give you the chair. You didn't say anything about the cushions.
Chandler: The cushions are the essence of the chair!
Joey: That's right! I'm taking the essence!
Joey: But it is odd how a woman's purse looks good on me, a man.
Rachel: Exactly! Unisex!
Joey: Maybe you need sex. I had sex a couple days ago.
Rachel: No! No, Joey! U-N-I-sex.
Joey: Well I ain't gonna say no to that.
Ross: What are you doing?
Chandler: Making chocolate milk. You want some?
Ross: No thanks, I'm 29.
Pheobe: Aw, Phebes...
Monica: Honey, that's your name.
Pheobe: That's short for Pheobe? I thought that's just what we called each other...
Chandler: You know what's weird. Donald Duck never wore pants. But whenever he's getting out of the shower, he always put a towel around his waist. I mean, what is that about?
Joey: Ross, let me ask you a question. She got the furniture, the stereo, the good TV--what did you get?
Ross: You guys.
Chandler: Oh, God.
Joey: You got screwed.
Shelly: Hey gorgeous, how's it going?
Chandler: Dehydrated Japanese noodles under fluorescent lights... does it get any better than this?
Shelly: Question. You're not dating anybody, are you? Because I met somebody who would be perfect for you.
Chandler: Ah, y'see, perfect might be a problem. Had you said "co-dependent" or "self-destructive"...
Roger: Aaaah, what's wrong, c'mon.
Pheobe: It's, I mean, it's nothing, I'm fine. It's my friends. They--they have a liking problem with you. In that, um, they don't.
Pheobe: (whispers) In the cab, on the way over, Steve blazed up a doobie.
Rachel: What?
Pheobe: Smoked a joint? You know, lit a bone? Weed? Hemp? Ganja?
Rachel: Okay, okay, I'm with you, Cheech, Okay.
Joey: (playing poker) Ahhh, I fold like a cheap hooker who got hit in the stomach by a fat guy with sores on his face. (the girls look at him, confused). Oh, I'm out.
Joey: He's back! The peeper's back!
(Rachel enters from her room)
Joey: (ducking) Get down!
Rachel: Get down?
Chandler: ... and boogie!
Ethan: I am telling you, up until I was, like nine, I thought that gunpoint was an actual place where crimes happen.
Monica: How is that possible?
Ethan: Well, think about it. It's always on the news. 'A man is being held up, at gunpoint.' 'Tourists are being terrorized, at gunpoint'. And I just kept thinking: why do people continue to go there?
Ross: You don't believe in evolution?
Pheobe: I don't know, it's just, you know... monkeys, Darwin, you know, it's a, it's a nice story, I just think it's a little too easy.
Ross: Too easy? Too... the process of every living thing on this planet evolving over millions of years from single-celled organisms, too easy?
Pheobe: Yeah, I just don't buy it.
Ross: Uh, excuse me. Evolution is not for you to 'buy', Pheobe. Evolutions is a scientific fact, like, like, like the air we breathe, like gravity.
Pheobe: Oh, don't get me started on gravity.
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