TUT TUT

TUT TUT

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am I based or cringe?

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She is built like a fucking bird

Why are women in the past so flat?

lmao butcher all whores in their bleeding whore holes

You shoulda just said "fucking nasty. This is why women shouldn't do menial labor." Short and sweet.

I hate her entire face at an atomic level.

movie?

What did you say to her to begin with?

People were pretty unhygienic in the 50’s and in all likelihood she smelled awful.
Probably had a huge unkempt bush and a shit encrusted asshole.
Disgusting.

my entire being is comprised of one hundred percent pure unbridled hate for every thing i see i want to end them all. they must feel my endless wrath my thirst for sense and meaning in a futile world. I cannot create i am broken and all i can do is destroy every thing i come into contact with. i am a destroyer i am the violent brute force in a blank room hurling myself at the walls over and over again until they break revealing pink insulation and my sides are bruised i am furious constantly I have myself and every one and every thing around me i feel the urge to violently destroy every thing i see everything that comes my way must suffer those monsters who look down upon me must suffer and pay for this injustice upon me they must die over and over again for the rest of time in never ending torment the likes of which I cannot even begin to describe
i hate all of them and they must suffer and die and every one of them all of them i will personally cease their conscious and splatter every inch of earth and every liter of ocean with their rotten corpses and steaming blood

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EXT. SMALL TOWN MAIN STREET - AFTERNOON

An old Packard coupé pulls up to a roadside gas pump. Two
men get out and stretch their legs. The older man, Charlie
Burns, a balding, desiccated man in his mid-forties, shambles
toward the bar across the street. Eddie Felson remains behind
to speak to the attendant.

ATTENDANT
Yes sir?

EDDIE
I think I got a little grease in
this lining here.

ATTENDANT
Oh yeah. Well, it will take me about
thirty minutes to check it. You want
me to fill her up too?

EDDIE
Yeah. You better check the oil too.

ATTENDANT
Yes sir.

Eddie leaves the car parked at the gas station and heads for
the bar.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ARMSTEAD'S BAR - AFTERNOON

Armstead's is a typical small town pool hall. It has a bar,
a short order counter, a skee-ball machine, and pool tables
for small, friendly games. The few people in Armstead's this
day are not playing; they sit and read the papers. Charlie
and Eddie are at the bar, drinking straight bourbon.

send

Thanks for the (You), but I don’t think I was talking to you, friend.

BARTENDER
Boys just passing through?

EDDIE
Yep.

BARTENDER
Pittsburgh?

EDDIE
Mm hmm.

BARTENDER
Comin' in or goin' out?

EDDIE
Goin' in. We got a sales convention.
Gotta be there tomorrow.

BARTENDER
What do you guys sell?

CHARLIE
Druggist supplies. Buster here is
gonna get an award.
(Eddie scoffs, as if
embarrassed)
No, he sold seventeen thousand bucks'
worth of stuff last month. Fastest
boy in the territory.

EDDIE
Yep. Fastest and the bestest... Hey,
give us another round, will ya? One
for him, one for yourself.

BARTENDER
Thanks. Sure is a hot day for driving.
Late afternoon is better. You guys
have plenty of time. Make Pittsburgh
in two, maybe three hours.

EDDIE
(to Charlie)
Hey, he's right!
(eyes the unused pool
table)
Whaddya say, Charlie, huh? Play a
little pool? Wait out the heat?

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why is this just basically annoying?
other than the background guy meme, she's a boner killer

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hun?

Showed died after Jimmy did

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wtf???

faggot block party hasnt been relevant in like 13 years i just logged to my youtube account to downvote that shit
fuck you

CHARLIE
(laughs)
It's gonna cost ya money. It always
does.

EDDIE
Oh, come on, stop stalling. Grab
yourself a cue.

Charlie rises from his barstool.

CHARLIE
(to the bartender)
Good thing he can afford it.

Eddie is already at the table.

EDDIE
(to the bartender)
Keep 'em coming, will ya, friend?
J. T. S. Brown.

Charlie joins Eddie.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ARMSTEAD'S BAR - TIME LAPSE

The game is in mid-progress. It's Eddie's shot. He downs his
bourbon, weaves a bit, bends over the table, and awkwardly
pokes at the white cue ball with his stick, missing an easy
shot. Several more townspeople have come in from the street
and are following the play. The bartender refills the glasses
as soon as they are emptied.

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.Anonymous
04/11/20(Sat)18:14:40 No.132063963
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You shoulda just said "fucking nasty. This is why women shouldn't do menial labor." Short and sweet.
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...Anonymous
04/11/20(Sat)18:15:27 No.132063999
(OP) #
I hate her entire face at an atomic level.
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...Anonymous
04/11/20(Sat)18:15:56 No.132064018
(OP) #
movie?
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...Anonymous
04/11/20(Sat)18:16:49 No.132064061
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What did you say to her to begin with?
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hello?

LOL

CHARLIE
You miss again, you lose again.

OLD MAN
(at the bar)
What's the kid in hock for so far?

BARTENDER
About sixty, seventy bucks.

EDDIE
(racking the balls,
to Charlie)
Next game, ten bucks.

OLD MAN
(to the bartender)
Nice lookin' boy. Clean-cut. Too bad
he can't hold his liquor.

CUT TO:

INT. ARMSTEAD'S BAR - TIME LAPSE

Two balls lay side by side on the table. Eddie peers at them,
trying to figure his shot, blinking his eyes to focus better.
Some of the onlookers seem skeptical. But Eddie pats the
corner pocket confidently, leans over, and raps out his shot.
The ball banks in.

EDDIE
I made it, boy! I finally made it!
C'mon, pay up. Pay up, sucker.

He pounds his pal Charlie on the shoulder and collapses into
a nearby chair.

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CHARLIE
You ought to take up crap shooting.
Talk about luck!

EDDIE
Luck! Whaddya mean, luck?

CHARLIE
You know what I mean. You couldn't
make that shot again in a million
years.

EDDIE
I couldn't, huh? Okay. Go ahead. Set
'em up the way they were before.

CHARLIE
Why?

EDDIE
Go ahead. Set 'em up the way they
were before. Bet ya twenty bucks.
Make that shot just the way I made
it before.

CHARLIE
Nobody can make that shot and you
know it. Not even a lucky lush.

Stung, Eddie lies across the table and sets them up himself.

EDDIE
How's that?
(to the bystanders)
Hm? Is that the way they were before?

MAN
Yeah, that's right.

EDDIE
(to Charlie)
C'mon, put it up.

They toss their money on the table, and Eddie shoots, but
his shot is too hard and his ball leaps over the side of the
table. The bartender cannot contain his staccato laughter.

EDDIE
Set 'em up again... C'mon, set 'em
up again.

CHARLIE
(putting up his cue)
You're drunk, boy. I'm not gonna bet
ya any more.

EDDIE
Whaddya mean?

CHARLIE
Let's get back on the road. You gotta
be at that convention in the morning.

EDDIE
Up the flagpole with the convention.
C'mon, Charlie. You're into me now.
I got my money on the table.

CHARLIE
I don't want it.

BARTENDER
I'll try you.

Eddie pauses, smiling.

EDDIE
Well... well, now.

CHARLIE
Don't be a chump. Don't bet any more
money on that damn fool shot.

EDDIE
(to the bartender)
Well, now... I mean, you figure I'm
a little drunk, and I'm loaded on
the hip, and you just want in, real
friendly, while the money's still
floating, huh? Okay... Go ahead. Set
'em up.