MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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You on a roll?	Was. I'm on the fucking ghost train right now, man. You got anything for me?
Was. I'm on the fucking ghost train right now, man. You got anything for me?	Sorry.
Sorry.	Why does it have to feel so bad?
Why does it have to feel so bad?	You're brain is in reverse mode ... cutting off your supply of dopamine. Here. Have a beer.
What?	You. You're smooth. You use words like dire and shit. You got language skills, man.
You. You're smooth. You use words like dire and shit. You got language skills, man.	Don't get carried away.
Don't get carried away.	I find myself in dire need of some cash.
You know, Jimmy, you might as well put a sign on the back of this thing asking the cops to pull you over.	You mean, like to throw 'em off?
You mean, like to throw 'em off?	Yeah, that's what I mean. Where the hell does this guy live anyway?
Yeah, that's what I mean. Where the hell does this guy live anyway?	Palmdale
Palmdale	Why do they call him Pooh-Bear?
Why do they call him Pooh-Bear?	I think on account of his nose.
I think on account of his nose.	You're going to have to explain that one.
You're going to have to explain that one.	He doesn't have one.
He doesn't have one.	You're going to have to give me a little more than that, Jimmy.
Okay	Wait till I tell you what it is.
Wait till I tell you what it is.	It don't matter. I'll do it. And you sure as hell don't have to pay me.
I'm gonna get this developed and send it to the Warren Commission.	Um, I think the Warren Commission has been closed for a while.
Um, I think the Warren Commission has been closed for a while.	No shit? Fuck it. I'll send it to Oliver Stone then. He'll get them to reopen the bastard.
Now get talkin'	I didn't fucking do anything! I swear to God!
I ought to just call this whole thing off right now.	Don't do that. Please. Or I'll kill you. Please, Danny.
Don't do that. Please. Or I'll kill you. Please, Danny.	What the hell was that? Who told you I was five-0?
What the hell was that? Who told you I was five-0?	No one. It was just a test. I need to be sure of who I'm dealing with from time-to-time.
Did it ever occur to you that someone might cop to something they didn't do rather than have their balls chewed off by a rabid weasel?	I'll keep that in mind.
Cool it. We got business.	Yeah, dickhead.
Feeling the paranoia tonight, are we?	Well, you know what they say, just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean everyone's not out to slice your balls off and shove 'em down your throat.
Yeah. Pretty sure. Oh yeah ... he had a spear gun, too.	God damn, Flynne, you are one observant tweaker.
God damn, Flynne, you are one observant tweaker.	Somebody has to help you lazy bastards.
You think I'm a Judas?	Hard to compare the people you're taking down with the Lord.
Hard to compare the people you're taking down with the Lord.	Garcetti thinks I'm a pile of shit.
Garcetti thinks I'm a pile of shit.	Garcetti thinks everything is shit. He doesn't even like dolphins.
You don't find that repugnant?	Just the way the world works. Look, as far as tweakers go, you aren't a bad guy. You never hurt anyone but yourself as far as I know.
Just the way the world works. Look, as far as tweakers go, you aren't a bad guy. You never hurt anyone but yourself as far as I know.	Tell that to Bobby ... and his wife and kid.
Tell that to Bobby ... and his wife and kid.	Bobby laid his own tracks. He could have gone quietly but he played the hard-ass con till the end. And as far as I'm concerned, he wife and kid are a hell of a lot better off without him. Now take the money.
You think this is funny motherfucker?	I can't help it, Tanner, you hit like a fucking girl.
You better not be blowing smoke up My ass, Flynne.	After that ass-whipping you gave me?
Bullshit. He's a liar.	News-flash, Tanner. I'm a fucking rat.
News-flash, Tanner. I'm a fucking rat.	You think you're so god damned smart, don't you?
Please ... don't do this ...	Answer the fucking question!
Fuck you, Garcetti. I been at this for almost a year. I've done everything you guys have asked of me.	Anyone ever ask you to be such a disrespectful smart-ass all the time?
Jimmy?	Who the hell is Jimmy?
Who the hell is Jimmy?	He's the only one I told.
He's the only one I told.	And he probably only told two people and they probably only told four people and on and one. You know better than to tell a secret to a tweaker, Flynne. Might just as well broadcast it on the evening news.
What's that smell?	That would be me.
That would be me.	What'd you do, piss your pants?
What'd you do, piss your pants?	Hell, yes! What the hell do you expect zapping Mr. Johnson with that crackler?
You know, I'm starting to think I'd rather take my chances with Domingo than go through any more of this shit.	Didn't you hear? Domingo's dead.
Why didn't you just ask for directions back there?	Come on, where's your pioneer spirit?
Come on, where's your pioneer spirit?	You mean like the Donner Party?
You mean like the Donner Party?	Hey, do you think you could eat me if you had to? And if so, which part do you think you would find the most delicious?
Hey, do you think you could eat me if you had to? And if so, which part do you think you would find the most delicious?	Tom, quit fucking around.
Tom, quit fucking around.	Okay, okay. There's a house up there. I'll go ask for directions.
What is that? Rum and coke?	Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.	I just want to be straight on the details. Can I taste it?
I just want to be straight on the details. Can I taste it?	No, you can't taste it. It's the fucking lab! Now shut up.
They didn't want to give up those one-fifty-fives, sir.	It was a hard assignment, that's why you got it.
It was a hard assignment, that's why you got it.	Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.	Where are your men now?
Where are your men now?	Pinned down, a mile east of here, waiting for some help from the navy guns.
Pinned down, a mile east of here, waiting for some help from the navy guns.	I'm sending Simpson to take over for you, the division is going to Caen, you're not coming with us, I have something else for you.
I'm sending Simpson to take over for you, the division is going to Caen, you're not coming with us, I have something else for you.	Sir?
Sir?	There's a Private James Ryan who parachuted in with the Hundred-and- First near Ramelle. I want you to take a squad up there. If he's alive, bring him back to the beach for debarkation. Take whoever you need, you've got your pick of the company.
There's a Private James Ryan who parachuted in with the Hundred-and- First near Ramelle. I want you to take a squad up there. If he's alive, bring him back to the beach for debarkation. Take whoever you need, you've got your pick of the company.	A private, sir?
A private, sir?	He's the last of four brothers, the other three were killed in action. This is straight from the Chief of Staff.
He's the last of four brothers, the other three were killed in action. This is straight from the Chief of Staff.	But, sir...I...I...
But, sir...I...I...	Spit it out, Captain.
Spit it out, Captain.	Respectfully, sir, sending men all the way up to Ramelle to save one private doesn't make a fucking, goddamned bit of sense. Sir.
Thirty-ought-six, Norton long-barrel with dual-groove, parallel rifling, elevated three-glass scope and a single-throw hammer.	The Army gave you that?
The Army gave you that?	Yep.
Yep.	You must be a hell a shot.
You must be a hell a shot.	Not where I come from.
If we find Ryan and he's still alive, that son-of-a-bitch is gonna carry this goddamned B.A.R. back to the beach for me.	Army life is too dang easy, my feet have gone soft. Back home, we go out squirrel huntin', I walk forever and a day and then some, don't even raise a blister.
Army life is too dang easy, my feet have gone soft. Back home, we go out squirrel huntin', I walk forever and a day and then some, don't even raise a blister.	You know what a B.A.R. weighs? Nineteen and a half pounds, not counting ammo. And you think these things are comfortable? They may look good but they weigh twelve pounds each, that's thirty-six pounds, right there.
He's right, we can't shoot him...well, we could but we'd get in an enormous amount of trouble. And he's right about the bridge, it's a hell of a lot more important than he is.	Cap'n...?
Me? I'm walking with my hound, Lucy, it's about an hour 'fore sunrise and we're out huntin' coon. I got me a flask of pure Kentucky mash whiskey...	Jackson, how many times I got to tell you, you're from Tennessee.
Jackson, how many times I got to tell you, you're from Tennessee.	I am, but I like imported whiskey. So there I am and I hear the biggest ole' coon you ever did hear, 'a rustlin' right there in front of me. That ole' boy comes right out of the brush, I got a clear shot and he knows he's 'bout to meet his maker. I aim, I got my finger tight on the trigger and then I just smile and say to that ole' coon, go on, now, you get out 'a here. Then I sit down on a hollow log and take me a right long pull a' that mash whiskey.
What the hell's the matter with you, Jackson?	Sir, I ain't feeling so chipper on account of Wade.
Sir, I ain't feeling so chipper on account of Wade.	Who's Wade?
Caen?	I wish. You and I are taking a squad up to Ramelle on a public relations mission.
I wish. You and I are taking a squad up to Ramelle on a public relations mission.	You? Leading a squad?
You? Leading a squad?	Some private up there lost three brothers, got a ticket home.
Some private up there lost three brothers, got a ticket home.	What about the company?
What about the company?	Simpson.
Simpson.	Simpson? Jesus Christ on a fucking pogo stick!
Simpson? Jesus Christ on a fucking pogo stick!	I want Reiben on B.A.R; Jackson with his sniper rifle; Beasley, demolition.
I want Reiben on B.A.R; Jackson with his sniper rifle; Beasley, demolition.	Beasley's dead.
Beasley's dead.	Okay, Wade. Translators?
Okay, Wade. Translators?	Fresh out.
Fresh out.	What about Talbot?
What about Talbot?	Twenty minutes ago. Miller Damn, I'll go see if I can find another one. You get Reiben, Jackson and Wade, meet me at transport.
A fucking mess, two maybe three Kraut divisions, no fronts, no lines, the drops were completely fouled up, we've got little pockets of paratroopers all over the place, trying to hang on. Command says we hold St. Mere, but north of that, it's all Krauts. Even if Ryan's where he's supposed to be, he's more than likely dead.	Hell of a mission.
Hell of a mission.	Yep, hell of a mission.
They guys here aren't going to be able to hold out until battalion shows up.	Nope.
Nope.	Command isn't going to let them withdraw and the Germans sure as hell aren't going to let them surrender.
Command isn't going to let them withdraw and the Germans sure as hell aren't going to let them surrender.	Three for three.
Three for three.	If we stayed, we could make a difference.
If we stayed, we could make a difference.	You're kidding yourself.
You're kidding yourself.	You never know.
I hope this boy Ryan is worth it.	Now you're the one kidding yourself. Hell of a mission.
Now you're the one kidding yourself. Hell of a mission.	Yup, hell of a mission.

You on a roll?

Was. I'm on the fucking ghost train right now, man. You got anything for me?

Sorry.

Why does it have to feel so bad?

You're brain is in reverse mode ... cutting off your supply of dopamine. Here. Have a beer.

What?

You. You're smooth. You use words like dire and shit. You got language skills, man.

Don't get carried away.

I find myself in dire need of some cash.

You know, Jimmy, you might as well put a sign on the back of this thing asking the cops to pull you over.

You mean, like to throw 'em off?

Yeah, that's what I mean. Where the hell does this guy live anyway?

Palmdale

Why do they call him Pooh-Bear?

I think on account of his nose.

You're going to have to explain that one.

He doesn't have one.

You're going to have to give me a little more than that, Jimmy.

Okay

Wait till I tell you what it is.

It don't matter. I'll do it. And you sure as hell don't have to pay me.

I'm gonna get this developed and send it to the Warren Commission.

Um, I think the Warren Commission has been closed for a while.

No shit? Fuck it. I'll send it to Oliver Stone then. He'll get them to reopen the bastard.

Now get talkin'

I didn't fucking do anything! I swear to God!

I ought to just call this whole thing off right now.

Don't do that. Please. Or I'll kill you. Please, Danny.

What the hell was that? Who told you I was five-0?

No one. It was just a test. I need to be sure of who I'm dealing with from time-to-time.

Did it ever occur to you that someone might cop to something they didn't do rather than have their balls chewed off by a rabid weasel?

I'll keep that in mind.

Cool it. We got business.

Yeah, dickhead.

Feeling the paranoia tonight, are we?

Well, you know what they say, just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean everyone's not out to slice your balls off and shove 'em down your throat.

Yeah. Pretty sure. Oh yeah ... he had a spear gun, too.

God damn, Flynne, you are one observant tweaker.

Somebody has to help you lazy bastards.

You think I'm a Judas?

Hard to compare the people you're taking down with the Lord.

Garcetti thinks I'm a pile of shit.

Garcetti thinks everything is shit. He doesn't even like dolphins.

You don't find that repugnant?

Just the way the world works. Look, as far as tweakers go, you aren't a bad guy. You never hurt anyone but yourself as far as I know.

Tell that to Bobby ... and his wife and kid.

Bobby laid his own tracks. He could have gone quietly but he played the hard-ass con till the end. And as far as I'm concerned, he wife and kid are a hell of a lot better off without him. Now take the money.

You think this is funny motherfucker?

I can't help it, Tanner, you hit like a fucking girl.

You better not be blowing smoke up My ass, Flynne.

After that ass-whipping you gave me?

Bullshit. He's a liar.

News-flash, Tanner. I'm a fucking rat.

You think you're so god damned smart, don't you?

Please ... don't do this ...

Answer the fucking question!

Fuck you, Garcetti. I been at this for almost a year. I've done everything you guys have asked of me.

Anyone ever ask you to be such a disrespectful smart-ass all the time?

Jimmy?

Who the hell is Jimmy?

He's the only one I told.

And he probably only told two people and they probably only told four people and on and one. You know better than to tell a secret to a tweaker, Flynne. Might just as well broadcast it on the evening news.

What's that smell?

That would be me.

What'd you do, piss your pants?

Hell, yes! What the hell do you expect zapping Mr. Johnson with that crackler?

You know, I'm starting to think I'd rather take my chances with Domingo than go through any more of this shit.

Didn't you hear? Domingo's dead.

Why didn't you just ask for directions back there?

Come on, where's your pioneer spirit?

You mean like the Donner Party?

Hey, do you think you could eat me if you had to? And if so, which part do you think you would find the most delicious?

Tom, quit fucking around.

Okay, okay. There's a house up there. I'll go ask for directions.

What is that? Rum and coke?

Don't worry about it.

I just want to be straight on the details. Can I taste it?

No, you can't taste it. It's the fucking lab! Now shut up.

They didn't want to give up those one-fifty-fives, sir.

It was a hard assignment, that's why you got it.

Yes, sir.

Where are your men now?

Pinned down, a mile east of here, waiting for some help from the navy guns.

I'm sending Simpson to take over for you, the division is going to Caen, you're not coming with us, I have something else for you.

Sir?

There's a Private James Ryan who parachuted in with the Hundred-and- First near Ramelle. I want you to take a squad up there. If he's alive, bring him back to the beach for debarkation. Take whoever you need, you've got your pick of the company.

A private, sir?

He's the last of four brothers, the other three were killed in action. This is straight from the Chief of Staff.

But, sir...I...I...

Spit it out, Captain.

Respectfully, sir, sending men all the way up to Ramelle to save one private doesn't make a fucking, goddamned bit of sense. Sir.

Thirty-ought-six, Norton long-barrel with dual-groove, parallel rifling, elevated three-glass scope and a single-throw hammer.

The Army gave you that?

Yep.

You must be a hell a shot.

Not where I come from.

If we find Ryan and he's still alive, that son-of-a-bitch is gonna carry this goddamned B.A.R. back to the beach for me.

Army life is too dang easy, my feet have gone soft. Back home, we go out squirrel huntin', I walk forever and a day and then some, don't even raise a blister.

You know what a B.A.R. weighs? Nineteen and a half pounds, not counting ammo. And you think these things are comfortable? They may look good but they weigh twelve pounds each, that's thirty-six pounds, right there.

He's right, we can't shoot him...well, we could but we'd get in an enormous amount of trouble. And he's right about the bridge, it's a hell of a lot more important than he is.

Cap'n...?

Me? I'm walking with my hound, Lucy, it's about an hour 'fore sunrise and we're out huntin' coon. I got me a flask of pure Kentucky mash whiskey...

Jackson, how many times I got to tell you, you're from Tennessee.

I am, but I like imported whiskey. So there I am and I hear the biggest ole' coon you ever did hear, 'a rustlin' right there in front of me. That ole' boy comes right out of the brush, I got a clear shot and he knows he's 'bout to meet his maker. I aim, I got my finger tight on the trigger and then I just smile and say to that ole' coon, go on, now, you get out 'a here. Then I sit down on a hollow log and take me a right long pull a' that mash whiskey.

What the hell's the matter with you, Jackson?

Sir, I ain't feeling so chipper on account of Wade.

Who's Wade?

Caen?

I wish. You and I are taking a squad up to Ramelle on a public relations mission.

You? Leading a squad?

Some private up there lost three brothers, got a ticket home.

What about the company?

Simpson.

Simpson? Jesus Christ on a fucking pogo stick!

I want Reiben on B.A.R; Jackson with his sniper rifle; Beasley, demolition.

Beasley's dead.

Okay, Wade. Translators?

Fresh out.

What about Talbot?

Twenty minutes ago. Miller Damn, I'll go see if I can find another one. You get Reiben, Jackson and Wade, meet me at transport.

A fucking mess, two maybe three Kraut divisions, no fronts, no lines, the drops were completely fouled up, we've got little pockets of paratroopers all over the place, trying to hang on. Command says we hold St. Mere, but north of that, it's all Krauts. Even if Ryan's where he's supposed to be, he's more than likely dead.

Hell of a mission.

Yep, hell of a mission.

They guys here aren't going to be able to hold out until battalion shows up.

Nope.

Command isn't going to let them withdraw and the Germans sure as hell aren't going to let them surrender.

Three for three.

If we stayed, we could make a difference.

You're kidding yourself.

You never know.

I hope this boy Ryan is worth it.

Now you're the one kidding yourself. Hell of a mission.

Yup, hell of a mission.