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« I don’t know what you’ve heard but those were screams of pleasure… right ? »

(Hoyt Fortenberry, True blood)

« I don’t know what you’ve heard but those were screams of pleasure… right ? » (Hoyt Fortenberry, True...

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Posted by on Août 20, 2009 in Réplique du jour | 2 comments

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« Well, I think we actually might be making some progress. A couple of minutes ago, Walter thought he might have isolated the compound that’s in Emily Kramer’s blood. But then he got distracted by the unicorn running through the lab. »

(Peter Bishop, Fringe)

« Well, I think we actually might be making some progress. A couple of minutes ago, Walter thought he might have isolated the compound that’s in Emily Kramer’s blood. But then he got distracted by the unicorn running through the lab. » (Peter Bishop,...

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Posted by on Août 16, 2009 in Réplique du jour | 0 comments

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« Well, I would make them Belgian but the waffles are hard to get into that flask. »

(Fun Bobby, Friends)

« Well, I would make them Belgian but the waffles are hard to get into that flask. » (Fun Bobby,...

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Posted by on Août 16, 2009 in Réplique du jour | 1 comment

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« You know, sometimes I think that you’ve got ice water in those veins, and other times I think you’re just a naive little school teacher. I’ve sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something : it don’t make a Gods’ damned bit of difference whether they’re riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end, they’re just as dead. So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick ’em some place safe till you’re off this rock and you’re sitting in your nice, cushy chair on Colonial One again. I’ve got a war to fight. »

« You know, sometimes I think that you’ve got ice water in those veins, and other times I think you’re just a naive little school teacher. I’ve sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something : it don’t make a Gods’ damned bit of difference whether they’re riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end, they’re just as dead. So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick ’em some place safe till you’re off this rock and you’re sitting in your nice, cushy chair on Colonial One again. I’ve got a war to...

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Posted by on Août 15, 2009 in Réplique du jour | 3 comments

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