MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Hey, I'm not a complete fool, you know. I can see you're going sour on me, and when I try to do something about it, you turn your back and say it's nothing.	Dick, I can't even breathe here...
Dick, I can't even breathe here...	Dwayne! I'm Dwayne now! And you damn well better get used to it!
Dwayne! I'm Dwayne now! And you damn well better get used to it!	Dick...
Dick...	I don't suppose it occurred to you that I might want to leave too, that I might want to do theatre? No, 'cause you don't want me along, do you? And the reason has nothing to do with summer stock.
I don't suppose it occurred to you that I might want to leave too, that I might want to do theatre? No, 'cause you don't want me along, do you? And the reason has nothing to do with summer stock.	No?
No?	No. It's all about that night, isn't it?
No. It's all about that night, isn't it?	What night?
What night?	The premiere. I never pressed you about it but god damn it, you're gonna tell me right here and right now what happened and where the hell you were!
The premiere. I never pressed you about it but god damn it, you're gonna tell me right here and right now what happened and where the hell you were!	You want his name?
Name?	I don't believe this! You jerks drag me down here in the middle of the night and you don't even know who the hell I am!
Age?	Fifteen.
Fifteen.	Address?
Address?	Just put me down as a avg -- a vagrant vagabond. Come on, this is a joke! Assault and battery? I barely touched that bitch!
Just put me down as a avg -- a vagrant vagabond. Come on, this is a joke! Assault and battery? I barely touched that bitch!	Occupation?
Is it true you're getting a divorce? Comrade?	Why, you... you little bastard!
Jesus.	Yup. Poor bastard lay there on the sidewalk and he couldn't die. Too god damn much heart. He just didn't want to die.
Yup. Poor bastard lay there on the sidewalk and he couldn't die. Too god damn much heart. He just didn't want to die.	But... but why, Harry...? Why'd they do it?
But... but why, Harry...? Why'd they do it?	He wouldn't play ball. What can I tell ya... it's done. Anyway, I didn't want to be next, so I skipped town; came down here to work for some big-wig. Tail and nail job. I'm sort of a non-gentleman's non- gentleman. How d'ya like the camouflage?
He wouldn't play ball. What can I tell ya... it's done. Anyway, I didn't want to be next, so I skipped town; came down here to work for some big-wig. Tail and nail job. I'm sort of a non-gentleman's non- gentleman. How d'ya like the camouflage?	You jackass! C'mon, let's get out of here.
Frances, you're a movie star now. If you give them what they want, you can get anything.	I don't have what they want, Harry. Harry, will you tell me something? How can I keep making movies when people in the streets are starving?
I don't have what they want, Harry. Harry, will you tell me something? How can I keep making movies when people in the streets are starving?	Some people starve, kid. Until we can do something about it, they might as well see a movie. Makes 'em feel better.
Some people starve, kid. Until we can do something about it, they might as well see a movie. Makes 'em feel better.	But I don't want to be like that. I want to do something...
But I don't want to be like that. I want to do something...	What're you gonna do, waste your talent? Why not use it to make something worthwhile. You can do that, you know?
What're you gonna do, waste your talent? Why not use it to make something worthwhile. You can do that, you know?	Yeah, if I don't make too big an ass of myself.
Harry? Harry, where are you?!	Jesus, Frances, how'd you find me?
Jesus, Frances, how'd you find me?	I called your god-damned office! I want you to kill him, Harry. You'll do that for me, won't you? I loved him, I loved him... that bastard.
I called your god-damned office! I want you to kill him, Harry. You'll do that for me, won't you? I loved him, I loved him... that bastard.	Calm down, Frances.
Calm down, Frances.	Don't tell me what to do, just give me his head on a platter!
Two lines! Two fucking lines! 'My wife returns from Europe tomorrow. I can't see you any more.' Just like that!	Frances...
Frances...	Harry, I hate being in love. I don't ever want to be in love again. I just hate it!
Six months' probation...? You gotta learn when to do battle, Farmer. You're not going to win many bouts with 200 pound cops.	I took the early rounds.
I took the early rounds.	I'll bet.
I'll bet.	I don't know. It hurts, Harry. Some things, no matter what you do with them, they just hurt.
I don't know. It hurts, Harry. Some things, no matter what you do with them, they just hurt.	So you drink, and you fight with a cop...?
So you drink, and you fight with a cop...?	Yeah, and you look at people and you wonder who the hell they are, what's going on inside their heads. Sometimes you can hear it, like a buzzing, the things that happen in their heads. And you wonder: does anybody ever love anybody, really?
Yeah, and you look at people and you wonder who the hell they are, what's going on inside their heads. Sometimes you can hear it, like a buzzing, the things that happen in their heads. And you wonder: does anybody ever love anybody, really?	Beats me.
On behalf of the Seattle Ladies Club, as a token of our vast admiration --	Excuse me.
Excuse me.	Yes...?
Yes...?	Don't I know you?
Don't I know you?	I don't believe so.
I don't believe so.	Sure. You shouted at me in the auditorium when I read my essay.
Sure. You shouted at me in the auditorium when I read my essay.	No, my dear. You must be mistaken.
No, my dear. You must be mistaken.	Oh bullshit.
I want outta here, you understand? I'm ready to get out! So you go back there... you go back and you tell them to let me out!	Frances, I'm warning you...
Frances, I'm warning you...	No, I'm warning you! Who do you think you are, God? You bumble around with your folders... ...and your pencils... ...and your god-damn buttons... ...all your badges of authority! But you have no authority! You're nothing! You're a zero!
Thank God your fever broke. Slowly, now. Just a sip. I've been worried we might lose you. It's been touch-and-go for a week.	A... week?
A... week?	We feared cholera. Turned out to be pneumonia, brought on by nervous exhaustion and some idiot running around in a storm.
We feared cholera. Turned out to be pneumonia, brought on by nervous exhaustion and some idiot running around in a storm.	Is that your diagnosis?
Is that your diagnosis?	Mine and Professor Krempe's. We've been trading off nursing you in shifts. The rest of the time we're out working with the cholera victims. It's his turn for that just now.
Mine and Professor Krempe's. We've been trading off nursing you in shifts. The rest of the time we're out working with the cholera victims. It's his turn for that just now.	You've been going round-the-clock?
You've been going round-the-clock?	We catch a few hours sleep where we can. Usually here at your bedside.
We catch a few hours sleep where we can. Usually here at your bedside.	Everything in moderation, Clerval.
Everything in moderation, Clerval.	Nothing in moderation, Frankenstein.
What the hell?	Where'd you get that stuff?
I'll be okay. Holy shit...	Don't get up. Take a second...
You ever fire one of those bows again, and I'll tack you up on the wall to dry.	God, but I love that sexy talk.
Holy shit...	We wouldn't want you thinking you're the only show-off in camp, would we?
What about Neddy?	I don't love Neddy.
I don't love Neddy.	He keeps on acting like such an asshole!
He keeps on acting like such an asshole!	Ned!
Ned!	Don't call him.
Don't call him.	I thought you wanted to give him one of your motherly lectures. Ned is gonna do whatever he wants to do, you know.
I thought you wanted to give him one of your motherly lectures. Ned is gonna do whatever he wants to do, you know.	I guess...
Last line of Gone With the Wind?	Frankly, Scarlet, I don't give a damn!
Whatsamatter with you? Are you crazy?	Why the fuck, outta all the god forsaken shit holes in Mexico, did you have us rendezvous at that place?
Why the fuck, outta all the god forsaken shit holes in Mexico, did you have us rendezvous at that place?	I don't know, one place's as good as another.
I don't know, one place's as good as another.	Have you ever been there before?
Have you ever been there before?	No, but I passed by it a couple of times. It's out in the middle of nowhere. It seems like a rowdy place, so there wouldn't be a lot of police. And it's open from dusk till dawn. You said meet you in the morning.
No, but I passed by it a couple of times. It's out in the middle of nowhere. It seems like a rowdy place, so there wouldn't be a lot of police. And it's open from dusk till dawn. You said meet you in the morning.	Well, because you picked that place out of a hat, my brother's dead now. And this girl's family's dead.
Now, you listen to me. You ain't gonna do a goddamn fucking thing, you hear me! Nobody cares what you think, I'm running this show, I make the decisions.	He's running the show.
He's running the show.	I'm running the show. I make the plays, and you back the plays I make. Stop thinking with your fucking balls. Kate in a room with a couple of desperate men with nothing to fucking lose ain't the time to "go for it." I need your cover. Cover my ass.
What's your name?	Jacob.
Jacob.	Okay, Jacob, get up and sit your ass down on the bed. Make a wrong move and I'll shoot you in the face.
What's the story with you two? You a couple of fags?	He's my son.
He's my son.	How does that happen? You don't look Japanese.
How does that happen? You don't look Japanese.	Neither does he. He looks Vietnamese.
Neither does he. He looks Vietnamese.	Oh, well, excuse me all to hell.
Oh, well, excuse me all to hell.	What's this about, money?
What's this about, money?	It's about money, all right, but not yours. You see, me and my brother here are in a little hot water and we need your assistance.
Where are the keys to the motor home?	On the dresser.
On the dresser.	Richie, take the keys. Start that big bastard up, and drive it up front.
Is this real?	Yes.
Yes.	I've seen one of these before. A friend of mine had himself declared a minister of his own religion. Away to fuck the IRS. Is that what you're doing, or are you the real McCoy?
I've seen one of these before. A friend of mine had himself declared a minister of his own religion. Away to fuck the IRS. Is that what you're doing, or are you the real McCoy?	Real McCoy.
Real McCoy.	You're a preacher?
You're a preacher?	I was a minister.
I was a minister.	Was? As in not anymore?
Was? As in not anymore?	Yes.
Yes.	Why'd ya quit?
Why'd ya quit?	I think I've gotten about as up close and personal with you as I'm gonna get. Now if you need me like I think you need me, you're not gonna kill me 'cause I won't answer your stupid, prying questions. So, with all due respect, mind your own business.
I think I've gotten about as up close and personal with you as I'm gonna get. Now if you need me like I think you need me, you're not gonna kill me 'cause I won't answer your stupid, prying questions. So, with all due respect, mind your own business.	I seem to have touched a nerve. Don't be so sensitive, Pops, let's keep this friendly. But you're right, enough with the getting to know you shit. Now, there's two ways we can play this hand. One way is me and you go round an' round all fuckin' night. The other way, is we reach some sort of an understanding. Now, if we go down that first path at the end of the day, I'll win. But we go down the second, we'll both win. Now, I don't give a rat's ass about you or your fuckin' family. Y'all can live forever or die this second and I don't care which. The only things I do care about are me that son-of-a-bitch in the back, and our money. And right now I need to get those three things into Mexico. Now, stop me if I'm wrong, but I take it you don't give a shit about seeing me and my brother receiving justice, or the bank getting its money back. Right now all you care about is the safety of your daughter, your son and possibly yourself. Am I correct?
I seem to have touched a nerve. Don't be so sensitive, Pops, let's keep this friendly. But you're right, enough with the getting to know you shit. Now, there's two ways we can play this hand. One way is me and you go round an' round all fuckin' night. The other way, is we reach some sort of an understanding. Now, if we go down that first path at the end of the day, I'll win. But we go down the second, we'll both win. Now, I don't give a rat's ass about you or your fuckin' family. Y'all can live forever or die this second and I don't care which. The only things I do care about are me that son-of-a-bitch in the back, and our money. And right now I need to get those three things into Mexico. Now, stop me if I'm wrong, but I take it you don't give a shit about seeing me and my brother receiving justice, or the bank getting its money back. Right now all you care about is the safety of your daughter, your son and possibly yourself. Am I correct?	Yes.
Yes.	I thought so. You help us get across the border without incident, stay with us the rest of the night without trying anything funny, and in the morning we'll let you and your family go. That way everybody gets what they want. You and your kids get out of this alive and we get into Mexico. Everybody's happy.
I thought so. You help us get across the border without incident, stay with us the rest of the night without trying anything funny, and in the morning we'll let you and your family go. That way everybody gets what they want. You and your kids get out of this alive and we get into Mexico. Everybody's happy.	How do I know you'll keep your word?
How do I know you'll keep your word?	Jesus Christ, Pops, don't start with this shit.
Jesus Christ, Pops, don't start with this shit.	You want me to sit here and be passive. The only way being passive in this situation makes sense is if I believe you'll let us go. I'm not there yet. You have to convince me you're telling the truth.
You want me to sit here and be passive. The only way being passive in this situation makes sense is if I believe you'll let us go. I'm not there yet. You have to convince me you're telling the truth.	Look, dickhead, the only thing you need to be convinced about is that you're stuck in a situation with a coupla real mean motor scooters. I don't wanna hafta worry about you all fuckin' night. And I don't think you wanna be worrying about my brother's intentions toward your daughter all night. You notice the way he looked at her, didn't ya?
Look, dickhead, the only thing you need to be convinced about is that you're stuck in a situation with a coupla real mean motor scooters. I don't wanna hafta worry about you all fuckin' night. And I don't think you wanna be worrying about my brother's intentions toward your daughter all night. You notice the way he looked at her, didn't ya?	Yes.
Yes.	Didn't like it, did ya?
Didn't like it, did ya?	No, I didn't.

Hey, I'm not a complete fool, you know. I can see you're going sour on me, and when I try to do something about it, you turn your back and say it's nothing.

Dick, I can't even breathe here...

Dwayne! I'm Dwayne now! And you damn well better get used to it!

Dick...

I don't suppose it occurred to you that I might want to leave too, that I might want to do theatre? No, 'cause you don't want me along, do you? And the reason has nothing to do with summer stock.

No?

No. It's all about that night, isn't it?

What night?

The premiere. I never pressed you about it but god damn it, you're gonna tell me right here and right now what happened and where the hell you were!

You want his name?

Name?

I don't believe this! You jerks drag me down here in the middle of the night and you don't even know who the hell I am!

Age?

Fifteen.

Address?

Just put me down as a avg -- a vagrant vagabond. Come on, this is a joke! Assault and battery? I barely touched that bitch!

Occupation?

Is it true you're getting a divorce? Comrade?

Why, you... you little bastard!

Jesus.

Yup. Poor bastard lay there on the sidewalk and he couldn't die. Too god damn much heart. He just didn't want to die.

But... but why, Harry...? Why'd they do it?

He wouldn't play ball. What can I tell ya... it's done. Anyway, I didn't want to be next, so I skipped town; came down here to work for some big-wig. Tail and nail job. I'm sort of a non-gentleman's non- gentleman. How d'ya like the camouflage?

You jackass! C'mon, let's get out of here.

Frances, you're a movie star now. If you give them what they want, you can get anything.

I don't have what they want, Harry. Harry, will you tell me something? How can I keep making movies when people in the streets are starving?

Some people starve, kid. Until we can do something about it, they might as well see a movie. Makes 'em feel better.

But I don't want to be like that. I want to do something...

What're you gonna do, waste your talent? Why not use it to make something worthwhile. You can do that, you know?

Yeah, if I don't make too big an ass of myself.

Harry? Harry, where are you?!

Jesus, Frances, how'd you find me?

I called your god-damned office! I want you to kill him, Harry. You'll do that for me, won't you? I loved him, I loved him... that bastard.

Calm down, Frances.

Don't tell me what to do, just give me his head on a platter!

Two lines! Two fucking lines! 'My wife returns from Europe tomorrow. I can't see you any more.' Just like that!

Frances...

Harry, I hate being in love. I don't ever want to be in love again. I just hate it!

Six months' probation...? You gotta learn when to do battle, Farmer. You're not going to win many bouts with 200 pound cops.

I took the early rounds.

I'll bet.

I don't know. It hurts, Harry. Some things, no matter what you do with them, they just hurt.

So you drink, and you fight with a cop...?

Yeah, and you look at people and you wonder who the hell they are, what's going on inside their heads. Sometimes you can hear it, like a buzzing, the things that happen in their heads. And you wonder: does anybody ever love anybody, really?

Beats me.

On behalf of the Seattle Ladies Club, as a token of our vast admiration --

Excuse me.

Yes...?

Don't I know you?

I don't believe so.

Sure. You shouted at me in the auditorium when I read my essay.

No, my dear. You must be mistaken.

Oh bullshit.

I want outta here, you understand? I'm ready to get out! So you go back there... you go back and you tell them to let me out!

Frances, I'm warning you...

No, I'm warning you! Who do you think you are, God? You bumble around with your folders... ...and your pencils... ...and your god-damn buttons... ...all your badges of authority! But you have no authority! You're nothing! You're a zero!

Thank God your fever broke. Slowly, now. Just a sip. I've been worried we might lose you. It's been touch-and-go for a week.

A... week?

We feared cholera. Turned out to be pneumonia, brought on by nervous exhaustion and some idiot running around in a storm.

Is that your diagnosis?

Mine and Professor Krempe's. We've been trading off nursing you in shifts. The rest of the time we're out working with the cholera victims. It's his turn for that just now.

You've been going round-the-clock?

We catch a few hours sleep where we can. Usually here at your bedside.

Everything in moderation, Clerval.

Nothing in moderation, Frankenstein.

What the hell?

Where'd you get that stuff?

I'll be okay. Holy shit...

Don't get up. Take a second...

You ever fire one of those bows again, and I'll tack you up on the wall to dry.

God, but I love that sexy talk.

Holy shit...

We wouldn't want you thinking you're the only show-off in camp, would we?

What about Neddy?

I don't love Neddy.

He keeps on acting like such an asshole!

Ned!

Don't call him.

I thought you wanted to give him one of your motherly lectures. Ned is gonna do whatever he wants to do, you know.

I guess...

Last line of Gone With the Wind?

Frankly, Scarlet, I don't give a damn!

Whatsamatter with you? Are you crazy?

Why the fuck, outta all the god forsaken shit holes in Mexico, did you have us rendezvous at that place?

I don't know, one place's as good as another.

Have you ever been there before?

No, but I passed by it a couple of times. It's out in the middle of nowhere. It seems like a rowdy place, so there wouldn't be a lot of police. And it's open from dusk till dawn. You said meet you in the morning.

Well, because you picked that place out of a hat, my brother's dead now. And this girl's family's dead.

Now, you listen to me. You ain't gonna do a goddamn fucking thing, you hear me! Nobody cares what you think, I'm running this show, I make the decisions.

He's running the show.

I'm running the show. I make the plays, and you back the plays I make. Stop thinking with your fucking balls. Kate in a room with a couple of desperate men with nothing to fucking lose ain't the time to "go for it." I need your cover. Cover my ass.

What's your name?

Jacob.

Okay, Jacob, get up and sit your ass down on the bed. Make a wrong move and I'll shoot you in the face.

What's the story with you two? You a couple of fags?

He's my son.

How does that happen? You don't look Japanese.

Neither does he. He looks Vietnamese.

Oh, well, excuse me all to hell.

What's this about, money?

It's about money, all right, but not yours. You see, me and my brother here are in a little hot water and we need your assistance.

Where are the keys to the motor home?

On the dresser.

Richie, take the keys. Start that big bastard up, and drive it up front.

Is this real?

Yes.

I've seen one of these before. A friend of mine had himself declared a minister of his own religion. Away to fuck the IRS. Is that what you're doing, or are you the real McCoy?

Real McCoy.

You're a preacher?

I was a minister.

Was? As in not anymore?

Yes.

Why'd ya quit?

I think I've gotten about as up close and personal with you as I'm gonna get. Now if you need me like I think you need me, you're not gonna kill me 'cause I won't answer your stupid, prying questions. So, with all due respect, mind your own business.

I seem to have touched a nerve. Don't be so sensitive, Pops, let's keep this friendly. But you're right, enough with the getting to know you shit. Now, there's two ways we can play this hand. One way is me and you go round an' round all fuckin' night. The other way, is we reach some sort of an understanding. Now, if we go down that first path at the end of the day, I'll win. But we go down the second, we'll both win. Now, I don't give a rat's ass about you or your fuckin' family. Y'all can live forever or die this second and I don't care which. The only things I do care about are me that son-of-a-bitch in the back, and our money. And right now I need to get those three things into Mexico. Now, stop me if I'm wrong, but I take it you don't give a shit about seeing me and my brother receiving justice, or the bank getting its money back. Right now all you care about is the safety of your daughter, your son and possibly yourself. Am I correct?

Yes.

I thought so. You help us get across the border without incident, stay with us the rest of the night without trying anything funny, and in the morning we'll let you and your family go. That way everybody gets what they want. You and your kids get out of this alive and we get into Mexico. Everybody's happy.

How do I know you'll keep your word?

Jesus Christ, Pops, don't start with this shit.

You want me to sit here and be passive. The only way being passive in this situation makes sense is if I believe you'll let us go. I'm not there yet. You have to convince me you're telling the truth.

Look, dickhead, the only thing you need to be convinced about is that you're stuck in a situation with a coupla real mean motor scooters. I don't wanna hafta worry about you all fuckin' night. And I don't think you wanna be worrying about my brother's intentions toward your daughter all night. You notice the way he looked at her, didn't ya?

Yes.

Didn't like it, did ya?

No, I didn't.