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Gilael Shadowsong

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Wolf, eagle, possible dragon Of darkness, of shadows, of juxtaposition of peace and chaos

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Saturday, May 15, 2004

My all-time favorite Pitch Black quotes:
1. Riddick: They say most of your brain shuts down in cryosleep. All but the primitive side. The animal side. No wonder I’m still awake.

2. Fry: What, we both die out of sheer fucking nobility?

3. Johns: Maybe to take what you got. Maybe to work your nerves. Or maybe he’ll just come back and skull-fuck you in your sleep.

4. Paris: What happens if Mr. Riddick spots us first?
Johns (chuckling): There'll be no shots.

5. Riddick: You mean the whispers?
Fry: What whispers?
Riddick: The ones telling me to go for the sweet spot, just to the left of the spine. Fourth lumbar down.
The abdominal aorta. It’s a metallic taste, human blood – copperish. But if you cut it with
peppermint schnapps, that goes away quickly.

6. Riddick: My recommendation – do me. Don’t take the chance that I’ll get shiv-happy on your wannabe ass.

7. Paris: Paris P. Ogilvie. Antiquities dealer, entrepreneur. (extends hand)
Riddick: Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict. Murderer. (shakes hands)

8. Riddick: Well, guess if it was trickeration, he’d just X me out, huh? He’d kill me. Then again, I am worth twice as much alive.

9. Imam: Can we pray together? I have already prayed with the others. It is painless.
Riddick: It’s pointless
Imam: Because you do not believe in God, does not mean God does not—
Riddick: You think someone can spend half their life in the slam, with a horse bit in their mouth, and not believe? Think he could start out in some liquor store trash bin with an umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, and not believe? You’ve got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God. And I absolutely hate the fucker.

10. Fry: Okay. Hold onto me, hold onto me, we’re gonna get out of here. We’re gonna get you…
Fry: Come on, Riddick, get up, get up!
Fry: I said I’d die for them, not you. Let’s move, we’re nearly there. Come on… all right…
(She gets stabbed from the back, and is carried off by a raptor)
Riddick: Not for me. Not for me! (anguish)


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