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P Whipped: She's right though. I'm gonna whip you silly, then I'm gonna fuck you stupid. You wanna do the man dance? First dance is yours. |
Way of the Gun |
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Père Henri: I think we can't go around measuring our goodness by what we don't do - by what we deny ourselves, what we resist and who we exclude. I think we've got to measure goodness by what we embrace, what we create and who we include. |
Chocolat |
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Pépinot enfant: I don't know any songs.
Clément Mathieu: Well, I'll teach you some. For the moment, I'll name you assistant choir master. |
Choristes, Les |
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Pölsa: Pölsa has no fear, because he got a lot of beer. |
Smala Sussie |
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P. C. Simpson: I guess that's what makes you so gosh darn compelling. |
Windrider |
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P.A. Announcer: Attention, all base members must report for a drug test for marij- marijua-... disregard last transmission |
MASH |
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P.A. Announcer: The blouse man is on the premises. |
Walk on the M... |
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P.C. Spiller: Blimey, I'm a foreigner. |
Passport to P... |
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P.C. Spiller: I've had the police after me. |
Passport to P... |
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P.D. Smith, Ruby City Mortician: Mr. Badger!
Frank Badger, sheep farmer: Yeah, what? What the matter?
P.D. Smith, Ruby City Mortician: It's about Little Jo!
Frank Badger, sheep farmer: Well, speak up, man! What about him!
P.D. Smith, Ruby City Mortician: He was a woman! |
Ballad of Lit... |
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P.E. Teacher: Now you are gonna complete these sprints, because if you don't, you fail. And if you fail gym, you'll never get into college.
Josie Geller: You guys are still telling that lie? |
Never Been Ki... |
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P.J. McNeal: You look nice. Will you marry me?
Laura McNeal: I did. |
Call Northsid... |
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P.J. Pontiac: I'm no Humphrey Bogart. He gets slugged and he's ready for action; I get slugged and I'm ready for pickling. |
Scene of the ... |
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P.J. Pontiac: Lili, a sizzler at the Fol-de-Rol. A figure like champagne and a heart like the cork. |
Scene of the ... |
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P.K. Age 18: If you had the opportunity to get to know me, would you take it?
Maria Marais: Yah, I would.
P.K. Age 18: Even if it meant going against your father's orders?
Maria Marais: What do you call this? |
Power of One |
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P.K. Dubey: If he wants the work done, he must get the cash out. The one-rupee era is over. |
Monsoon Wedding |
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P.K. Dubey: In 10 minutes exactly and approximately! |
Monsoon Wedding |
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P.K. Dubey: It has an address for sending mail through the computer.
Alice: Mmm. E-mail?
P.K. Dubey: You know about it? |
Monsoon Wedding |
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P.K. Dubey: Millennium style, Y2K dot com. |
Monsoon Wedding |
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P.K. Dubey: See, all in foreign style, in writing. |
Monsoon Wedding |
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P.K. Dubey: Your daughter is my daughter. |
Monsoon Wedding |
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P.K: A month later, war broke out in Europe. This caused me more problems than bed wetting ever had. |
Power of One |
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P.L. O'Hara: Some disky spirit compels me now to make my dying speech. |
Awfully Big A... |
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P.L. O'Hara: There were times when I was close to death, and each time I thought "I have a son, and it will not be the end of me." But it is. I may not face it as well as I faced death... |
Awfully Big A... |
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P.R. Deltoid: I've just come from the hospital; your victim has died.
Alex: You try to frighten me. Admit so, sir. This is some new form of torture. Say it, Brother Sir.
P.R. Deltoid: It'll be your own torture. I hope to God it'll torture you to madness. |
Clockwork Ora... |
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P: I am a real human being. |
Rigtigt menne... |
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Pa Bascom: What did they do, Coleman?
Breck Coleman, Wagon Train Scout: Killed my best friend. And I've been on their trail ever since.
Pa Bascom: That's a serious charge. If you're sure, we'll call a settler's meeting in the morning to try 'em.
Breck Coleman, Wagon Train Scout: You can call a settler's meeting to bury 'em!
Pa Bascom: What do you mean?
Breck Coleman, Wagon Train Scout: I kill my own rats. |
Big Trail |
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Pa Bear: Well, can't you see it's half past November? |
What's Brewin... |
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Pa Bear: What did I do to deserve such a family? |
Bear Feat |
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Pa Danby: If that gun had gone off, it would of blowed up in my face.
Jason McCullough: Well, it wouldn't have done my finger a lot of good either, would it? What can I do for you, Mr. Danby? |
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