MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Don't get carried away.	Uh oh --
Uh oh --	Susan, you're a hell of a woman. You've got a great career, you're beautiful --
Susan, you're a hell of a woman. You've got a great career, you're beautiful --	And I'm your daughter and no man will ever be good enough for me.
And I'm your daughter and no man will ever be good enough for me.	Well, I wasn't going to say that --
Well, I wasn't going to say that --	What were you going to say?
What were you going to say?	Listen, I'm crazy about the guy -- He's smart, he's aggressive, he could carry Parrish Communications into the 21st century and me along with it.
Listen, I'm crazy about the guy -- He's smart, he's aggressive, he could carry Parrish Communications into the 21st century and me along with it.	So what's wrong with that?
So what's wrong with that?	That's for me. I'm talking about you. It's not so much what you say about Drew, it's what you don't say.
That's for me. I'm talking about you. It's not so much what you say about Drew, it's what you don't say.	You're not listening --
You're not listening --	Oh yes, I am. Not an ounce of excitement, not a whisper of a thrill, this relationship has all the passion of a pair of titmice.
Oh yes, I am. Not an ounce of excitement, not a whisper of a thrill, this relationship has all the passion of a pair of titmice.	Don't get dirty, Dad --
Don't get dirty, Dad --	Well, it worries me. I want you to get swept away. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish.
Well, it worries me. I want you to get swept away. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish.	That's all?
That's all?	Be deliriously happy. Or at least leave yourself open to be.
Be deliriously happy. Or at least leave yourself open to be.	'Be deliriously happy'. I'm going to do my upmost --
You read it off your fucking photo. You don't know me, you don't even know who you are.	MEMENTO Pink Revisions - 9/7/99
Jimmy?	What the fuck are you doing here?
What the fuck are you doing here?	Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?	Yeah, I remember you.
Yeah, I remember you.	You Jimmy Grantz? *
You Jimmy Grantz? *	Expecting any other Jimmy's out here, Memory Man? Where the fuck's Teddy?
You're making a big fucking mistake. My associates are not people you want -	Don't say anything else.
Don't say anything else.	I knew I couldn't trust that fuck -
I knew I couldn't trust that fuck -	Quiet!
You think you can bargain with me?!	Take the money and walk away!
Take the money and walk away!	I don't want your fucking money!
How do I know he did that to you?	I came to you straight after he did it. I showed you what he'd done and asked for your help.
I came to you straight after he did it. I showed you what he'd done and asked for your help.	So I just take your word?
So I just take your word?	Yes.
Yes.	Something feels wrong. I think someone's fucking with me. Trying to get me to kill the wrong guy.
Something feels wrong. I think someone's fucking with me. Trying to get me to kill the wrong guy.	Did you?
Did you?	What?
What?	Kill him.
Kill him.	Course not.
Who?	Who?! Fuck, Leonard! Dodd! Dodd beat the shit out of me.
Me? Why would he be interested in me?	I told him about your car.
I told him about your car.	Why would you do that?
Why would you do that?	He was beating the crap out of me! I had to tell him something!
Don't talk about my wife.	I can talk about whoever the fuck I want! You won't even remember what I say! I can tell you that your wife was a fucking whore and we can still be friends!
Calm down.	That's easy for you to say! You can't get scared, you don't remember how, you fucking idiot!
That's easy for you to say! You can't get scared, you don't remember how, you fucking idiot!	Just take it easy, this isn't my fault.
Just take it easy, this isn't my fault.	Maybe it is! How the fuck would you know?! You don't know a fucking thing! You can't get scared, can you get angry?!
Yes.	You pathetic piece of shit. I can say whatever the fuck I want and you won't have a clue, you fucking retard.
You pathetic piece of shit. I can say whatever the fuck I want and you won't have a clue, you fucking retard.	Shut the fuck up!
Don't say another fucking word!	About your whore of a wife?
How can you read that again?	It's good.
It's good.	You've read it a hundred times.
You've read it a hundred times.	I enjoy it.
I enjoy it.	Yeah, but the pleasure of a book is in wanting to know what happens next -
Yeah, but the pleasure of a book is in wanting to know what happens next -	Don't be a prick. I'm not reading it to annoy you, I enjoy it. Just let me read, please.
What the hell you want to go there for?	You know it?
You know it?	Yeah, it's just this fucked-up building. * Why are we going there?
Yeah, it's just this fucked-up building. * Why are we going there?	I don't remember.
Who the fuck are you?	Teddy. Your buddy.
Teddy. Your buddy.	Prove it.
Prove it.	Sammy. Remember Sammy. You told me about Sammy.
He knew about Sammy. Why would I tell him about Sammy? *	You tell everyone about Sammy. Everyone who'll listen. "Remember Sammy Jankis, remember Sammy Jankis". Great story. Gets better every time you tell it. So you lie to yourself to be happy. Nothing wrong with that - we all do. Who cares if there's a few little things you'd rather not remember?
You tell everyone about Sammy. Everyone who'll listen. "Remember Sammy Jankis, remember Sammy Jankis". Great story. Gets better every time you tell it. So you lie to yourself to be happy. Nothing wrong with that - we all do. Who cares if there's a few little things you'd rather not remember?	What the fuck are you talking about?
She wasn't diabetic. You think I don't * know my own wife? What the fuck is wrong * with you? *	I guess I can only make you believe the things you want to be true, huh? Like ol' * Jimmy down there.
I guess I can only make you believe the things you want to be true, huh? Like ol' * Jimmy down there.	But he's not the right guy! *
So who are you saying he was? *	Just some guy. Does it even matter who? I stopped asking myself why a long time ago. No reason, no conspiracy; just bad fucking luck. A couple of junkies, too * strung out to realize that your wife didn't live alone. When you killed him, * I've never seen you so happy - I was convinced you'd remember. But it didn't stick, like nothing ever sticks. Like this won't stick.
What cop?	This bad cop. He checked you into the * Discount Inn. Then he's been calling you * for days, sticking envelopes under your * door, telling you shit. *
So...?	Meth precursors and the Dutch party favors are en route.
Meth precursors and the Dutch party favors are en route.	All I want to know is the where and the when. Spare me mini moves, progress reports and bullshit.
All I want to know is the where and the when. Spare me mini moves, progress reports and bullshit.	Okay. You got the "item"?
Okay. You got the "item"?	I got the item.
I got the item.	And our friend don't like the rest of the people bringin' the merch to you.
And our friend don't like the rest of the people bringin' the merch to you.	How many?
How many?	Two main players plus three.
Two main players plus three.	My end?
My end?	25% discount on the load.
25% discount on the load.	Make it 40%.
Make it 40%.	Make it 35.
Make it 35.	Deal.
White gangs...? It doesn't track.	White gangs is tweakers and a crystal meth lab in a trailer park. Bounce around the old lady Saturday night and get your recidivist ass busted back...
Hey, fuck him.	Chill out Sonny.
Chill out Sonny.	We're the ones doing the death- defying shit? And he wants us to give that up? For what? A chump-change bust so he can get his picture in <i>The Miami Herald</i> to impress the slug farm in DC...
What's your take?	What's the point? It's going down.
What's the point? It's going down.	Call the US Coast Guard: "Come and arrest our ass." And Switek resumes romancing Miss Ukraine...
Hello?	This is Agent James Fujima.
This is Agent James Fujima.	Detective Crockett.
Detective Crockett.	What's your Miami PD badge number?
What's your Miami PD badge number?	4-4-7 Charlie 12-92.
4-4-7 Charlie 12-92.	Okay. What's up?
Okay. What's up?	A C.I. we cut loose to your Joint Interagency Task Force. Name of Alonzo Stevens. Now, he's YOUR informant. Stevens, called us. I haven't spoken to him for six months. I do not know what case you have him on. I do not know what he is talking about. But whatever he is doing for you, it sounds like it is going bad. Right now...
A C.I. we cut loose to your Joint Interagency Task Force. Name of Alonzo Stevens. Now, he's YOUR informant. Stevens, called us. I haven't spoken to him for six months. I do not know what case you have him on. I do not know what he is talking about. But whatever he is doing for you, it sounds like it is going bad. Right now...	How do I discuss operations over an open line?
How do I discuss operations over an open line?	How do I know? I got the call from Alonzo on an open line. That is the hand we have been dealt at this moment, at eleven-forty-seven o'clock Friday night. Okay? I am trying to alert you, here. <u>You</u> know whether or not...you have a thing goin' down. I do not. But we know this guy. I think you know this guy. Normally, he is cool. Tonight he is distraught. That is atypical. That engenders foreboding. Do you understand the meaning of the word "foreboding"? As in badness is happening to <u>your</u> deal right fucking now?
Who said, "go exploring"? We want this staying on track.	Who's the "we"? There's you and there's us. And all we got from you was bad intel. "Low-level producer." Yeah, right...
Who's the "we"? There's you and there's us. And all we got from you was bad intel. "Low-level producer." Yeah, right...	What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?	Montoya. We went to meet the village priest. It turns into Alice in the fucking Vatican and here's the Pope...of the North Valle Colombia dope trade.
I gave up nothing on you guys. Don't worry. I kept you and Rico out of it. Only the Feds. They're on their own...it's all their deal, anyway, so fuck 'em.	Alonzo, what's goin' on?!
Alonzo, what's goin' on?!	After I check on Francine and the boys, then I'm gone. Sonny, tell Rico I'm so sorry. I wanted you to know...
Break your encryption? Hack your e- mail? Employee databases? Somebody on the inside?	We don't know. And that's the point. Maybe there's a mole. Whatever, it's a disaster. And it's a Joint Interagency Task Force. I have DEA, ATF, U.S. Customs components in on it. So the penetration could be from any one agency. What we do know is I have to suspend operations right now from undercover work through interdictions 'cause I have to assume our Operational Security is blown.
We don't know. And that's the point. Maybe there's a mole. Whatever, it's a disaster. And it's a Joint Interagency Task Force. I have DEA, ATF, U.S. Customs components in on it. So the penetration could be from any one agency. What we do know is I have to suspend operations right now from undercover work through interdictions 'cause I have to assume our Operational Security is blown.	As in, your ass is dead in the water.
As in, your ass is dead in the water.	But Miami PD wasn't part of the J.I.T. And from what Alonzo said, he didn't give you up.
Okay...see you soon.	...and thanks for the flowers.
...and thanks for the flowers.	What flowers?
What flowers?	The bouquet, here. Five-hundred dollars worth of roses...yellow.
That sonofabitch!	You set this up!
You set this up!	Of course! That is why I placed myself here, with you, knowing Yero would pull this crap.

Don't get carried away.

Uh oh --

Susan, you're a hell of a woman. You've got a great career, you're beautiful --

And I'm your daughter and no man will ever be good enough for me.

Well, I wasn't going to say that --

What were you going to say?

Listen, I'm crazy about the guy -- He's smart, he's aggressive, he could carry Parrish Communications into the 21st century and me along with it.

So what's wrong with that?

That's for me. I'm talking about you. It's not so much what you say about Drew, it's what you don't say.

You're not listening --

Oh yes, I am. Not an ounce of excitement, not a whisper of a thrill, this relationship has all the passion of a pair of titmice.

Don't get dirty, Dad --

Well, it worries me. I want you to get swept away. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish.

That's all?

Be deliriously happy. Or at least leave yourself open to be.

'Be deliriously happy'. I'm going to do my upmost --

You read it off your fucking photo. You don't know me, you don't even know who you are.

MEMENTO Pink Revisions - 9/7/99

Jimmy?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Do you remember me?

Yeah, I remember you.

You Jimmy Grantz? *

Expecting any other Jimmy's out here, Memory Man? Where the fuck's Teddy?

You're making a big fucking mistake. My associates are not people you want -

Don't say anything else.

I knew I couldn't trust that fuck -

Quiet!

You think you can bargain with me?!

Take the money and walk away!

I don't want your fucking money!

How do I know he did that to you?

I came to you straight after he did it. I showed you what he'd done and asked for your help.

So I just take your word?

Yes.

Something feels wrong. I think someone's fucking with me. Trying to get me to kill the wrong guy.

Did you?

What?

Kill him.

Course not.

Who?

Who?! Fuck, Leonard! Dodd! Dodd beat the shit out of me.

Me? Why would he be interested in me?

I told him about your car.

Why would you do that?

He was beating the crap out of me! I had to tell him something!

Don't talk about my wife.

I can talk about whoever the fuck I want! You won't even remember what I say! I can tell you that your wife was a fucking whore and we can still be friends!

Calm down.

That's easy for you to say! You can't get scared, you don't remember how, you fucking idiot!

Just take it easy, this isn't my fault.

Maybe it is! How the fuck would you know?! You don't know a fucking thing! You can't get scared, can you get angry?!

Yes.

You pathetic piece of shit. I can say whatever the fuck I want and you won't have a clue, you fucking retard.

Shut the fuck up!

Don't say another fucking word!

About your whore of a wife?

How can you read that again?

It's good.

You've read it a hundred times.

I enjoy it.

Yeah, but the pleasure of a book is in wanting to know what happens next -

Don't be a prick. I'm not reading it to annoy you, I enjoy it. Just let me read, please.

What the hell you want to go there for?

You know it?

Yeah, it's just this fucked-up building. * Why are we going there?

I don't remember.

Who the fuck are you?

Teddy. Your buddy.

Prove it.

Sammy. Remember Sammy. You told me about Sammy.

He knew about Sammy. Why would I tell him about Sammy? *

You tell everyone about Sammy. Everyone who'll listen. "Remember Sammy Jankis, remember Sammy Jankis". Great story. Gets better every time you tell it. So you lie to yourself to be happy. Nothing wrong with that - we all do. Who cares if there's a few little things you'd rather not remember?

What the fuck are you talking about?

She wasn't diabetic. You think I don't * know my own wife? What the fuck is wrong * with you? *

I guess I can only make you believe the things you want to be true, huh? Like ol' * Jimmy down there.

But he's not the right guy! *

So who are you saying he was? *

Just some guy. Does it even matter who? I stopped asking myself why a long time ago. No reason, no conspiracy; just bad fucking luck. A couple of junkies, too * strung out to realize that your wife didn't live alone. When you killed him, * I've never seen you so happy - I was convinced you'd remember. But it didn't stick, like nothing ever sticks. Like this won't stick.

What cop?

This bad cop. He checked you into the * Discount Inn. Then he's been calling you * for days, sticking envelopes under your * door, telling you shit. *

So...?

Meth precursors and the Dutch party favors are en route.

All I want to know is the where and the when. Spare me mini moves, progress reports and bullshit.

Okay. You got the "item"?

I got the item.

And our friend don't like the rest of the people bringin' the merch to you.

How many?

Two main players plus three.

My end?

25% discount on the load.

Make it 40%.

Make it 35.

Deal.

White gangs...? It doesn't track.

White gangs is tweakers and a crystal meth lab in a trailer park. Bounce around the old lady Saturday night and get your recidivist ass busted back...

Hey, fuck him.

Chill out Sonny.

We're the ones doing the death- defying shit? And he wants us to give that up? For what? A chump-change bust so he can get his picture in The Miami Herald to impress the slug farm in DC...

What's your take?

What's the point? It's going down.

Call the US Coast Guard: "Come and arrest our ass." And Switek resumes romancing Miss Ukraine...

Hello?

This is Agent James Fujima.

Detective Crockett.

What's your Miami PD badge number?

4-4-7 Charlie 12-92.

Okay. What's up?

A C.I. we cut loose to your Joint Interagency Task Force. Name of Alonzo Stevens. Now, he's YOUR informant. Stevens, called us. I haven't spoken to him for six months. I do not know what case you have him on. I do not know what he is talking about. But whatever he is doing for you, it sounds like it is going bad. Right now...

How do I discuss operations over an open line?

How do I know? I got the call from Alonzo on an open line. That is the hand we have been dealt at this moment, at eleven-forty-seven o'clock Friday night. Okay? I am trying to alert you, here. You know whether or not...you have a thing goin' down. I do not. But we know this guy. I think you know this guy. Normally, he is cool. Tonight he is distraught. That is atypical. That engenders foreboding. Do you understand the meaning of the word "foreboding"? As in badness is happening to your deal right fucking now?

Who said, "go exploring"? We want this staying on track.

Who's the "we"? There's you and there's us. And all we got from you was bad intel. "Low-level producer." Yeah, right...

What are you talking about?

Montoya. We went to meet the village priest. It turns into Alice in the fucking Vatican and here's the Pope...of the North Valle Colombia dope trade.

I gave up nothing on you guys. Don't worry. I kept you and Rico out of it. Only the Feds. They're on their own...it's all their deal, anyway, so fuck 'em.

Alonzo, what's goin' on?!

After I check on Francine and the boys, then I'm gone. Sonny, tell Rico I'm so sorry. I wanted you to know...

Break your encryption? Hack your e- mail? Employee databases? Somebody on the inside?

We don't know. And that's the point. Maybe there's a mole. Whatever, it's a disaster. And it's a Joint Interagency Task Force. I have DEA, ATF, U.S. Customs components in on it. So the penetration could be from any one agency. What we do know is I have to suspend operations right now from undercover work through interdictions 'cause I have to assume our Operational Security is blown.

As in, your ass is dead in the water.

But Miami PD wasn't part of the J.I.T. And from what Alonzo said, he didn't give you up.

Okay...see you soon.

...and thanks for the flowers.

What flowers?

The bouquet, here. Five-hundred dollars worth of roses...yellow.

That sonofabitch!

You set this up!

Of course! That is why I placed myself here, with you, knowing Yero would pull this crap.