Trillaphon: Catching your assailants off guard: $0. New suit jacket from J.C.: $28. Removing bits of skull fragment from your hotel coffee table: $180. Murdering an unarmed man in front of 40 eye witnesses for no good reason: $0, but fucking dumb as hell.
Hydrogen: It would be bad enough if he didn't get caught for that, but in the very next scene he's at the fucking police station asking them about missing persons like nothing ever happened.
Trillaphon: Hell, they pick him up and give him a ride there in a police cruiser, and not once is he ever even questioned about the fact that the creepy guy with a fake passport and assumed identity murdered some guy in front of a full 12-piece jazz ensemble.
Trillaphon: At least this is all consistent with his grand plan to ambush the bad guys later on by working with a police detective to waltz into their hangout in broad daylight with more guns than The Matrix.
Trillaphon: "Hey, does anyone know where I can get my suit jacket altered? I'm trying to get something that looks less like I'm 12 years old trying on a trenchcoat from my dad's closet. Anyone?"
Hydrogen: I think this movie must have used every squib and most of the fake vases and plaster statues in all of Poland.
Trillaphon: Seagal's contract requires at least 500 squibs per minute in his gun-fu scenes.
The velvet hoods are now mandatory for all classes and on-campus activities. Do not remove them for any reason.
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
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