MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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For any movie.	I know I'm better than what I've been doing the last ten years, walking around in a tank top and fuck-me pumps, waiting till it's time to scream.
I know I'm better than what I've been doing the last ten years, walking around in a tank top and fuck-me pumps, waiting till it's time to scream.	Man, can you scream.
Man, can you scream.	Yeah. It's a real gift. I'm just saying it'd be nice, one time in my career to get the chance to say one great line. You know, like in that Bette Davis picture, "Cabin in the..."
Yeah. It's a real gift. I'm just saying it'd be nice, one time in my career to get the chance to say one great line. You know, like in that Bette Davis picture, "Cabin in the..."	"Cotton".
"Cotton".	Yeah, you know when Bette comes up to the guy on the porch, gives him a flirty look and says, 'I'd kiss you, but...'
You okay?	Guy's got a fucking pink toilet, for Christ's sake.
Karen! What the fuck are you doing?!	Oh, shit... I'm sorry... I thought that was... I'm so sorry...
Momo could buy it, I could run it for him. Show some Cagney films.	What's Momo gonna want with an old place, shows old movies people don't care about no more. Outside of maybe turnin' it into a porno house, I don't think he's gonna give much of a fuck. And you already got a job.
Hey, Chili. Get your coat, but don't piss the guy off, okay? It could get complicated and we'd have to call Momo to straighten it out. Then Momo gets pissed for wasting his time and we don't need that.	Don't worry about it. I won't say any more than I have to, if that.
I hate to say I told you, but I did. I told you don't start nothing with him that time.	You said don't say nothing and I didn't.
You said don't say nothing and I didn't.	No, you just broke his fuckin' nose instead.
No, you just broke his fuckin' nose instead.	You gonna start that again? You're just like him, all you got room for in your brain is one fuckin' thing.
You gonna start that again? You're just like him, all you got room for in your brain is one fuckin' thing.	All I know is he came by the barber shop, all fuckin' undone, wanting to know where you were staying in Vegas. I told him I don't know. I still don't.
All I know is he came by the barber shop, all fuckin' undone, wanting to know where you were staying in Vegas. I told him I don't know. I still don't.	How'd he know I was in Vegas? You tell him?
How'd he know I was in Vegas? You tell him?	He already knew it.
He already knew it.	Yeah, well, I'm in L.A. now.
Yeah, well, I'm in L.A. now.	Whatta you doing out there?
Whatta you doing out there?	I'm going into the movie business.
I'm going into the movie business.	What're you talking about? You wanna be a movie star?
What're you talking about? You wanna be a movie star?	I'm thinking about producing.
I'm thinking about producing.	How you gonna do that? You don't know shit about making movies.
How you gonna do that? You don't know shit about making movies.	I don't think the producer has to do much, outside of maybe knowing a writer.
I don't think the producer has to do much, outside of maybe knowing a writer.	Hey, Chil? I think you're fulla shit.
All these camera moves and weird angles and shit are gonna distance us from the emotion of the scene.	What 'emotion'? Girl just got stabbed in the ear with an ice pick.
What 'emotion'? Girl just got stabbed in the ear with an ice pick.	She's scared! Fear is an emotion! Look, kid, if you remember anything from your time working with Harry Zimm, let it be the three key words to filmmaking.
Harry -	Man's in town two days, thinks he's David O. fucking Selznick.
I'm sitting here, I'm looking at you and I'm having these flashes. You know, flashbacks, of memories. Of us.	Really.
Really.	Yeah and I'm wondering, how did it go wrong? How did it all... slip away?
Yeah and I'm wondering, how did it go wrong? How did it all... slip away?	'It' didn't slip away, Martin, you did... when you went off to fuck Nicki in the middle of my birthday party.
If this thing turns out to be a ship everybody thought sank a long time ago, we just hit the jackpot.	Yeah, well how the hell you get something like that wrong? That's a damn big boat. It's either sunk or it ain't.
What the hell would a freighter be doing up here? It's way out of the lanes. There's not a port for 800 miles.	Smugglers maybe.
It's a bloody navigation hazard. One boat can't control a ship that size.	The damn thing's been floating around for God knows how long and it hasn't hit anything yet. So we take it easy. A little of the old push pull.
Mother fucker!	What is it?
What is it?	Threw a turbine blade.
It's a hell of a lot of money.	What, you think there's something funny about it?
What, you think there's something funny about it?	A ship with fifty million dollars in gold aboard, adrift? And nobody seems to care enough to come looking for it?
So what're we gonna do. That's the big question, right?	A salvage claim to a vessel's cargo's as valid as a claim to the vessel itself. It's ours.
A salvage claim to a vessel's cargo's as valid as a claim to the vessel itself. It's ours.	Then we're rich. We're damn, filthy stinking rich.
Then we're rich. We're damn, filthy stinking rich.	It looks like it.
I say fuck the motherfucker. We're a professional salvage crew going about our business. What's some yahoo doing way out here by himself anyway?	And what do you propose? That we knock this guy off?
And what do you propose? That we knock this guy off?	Why not? Why the fuck not?
If he's reasonable, maybe we can make some kind of deal. If not. We'll have to re-consider our options.	Yeah, reconsider fucking his shit up.
I didn't touch the fucking radio! Ever occur to you there's somebody else on that boat, skipper?	Conveniently enough for you.
Conveniently enough for you.	Look, I didn't touch it. Alright?
What the hell happened!	Turbine chamber on number two must've blown! Took out part of the hull!
Morning everybody.	Show your tatoos to that coxswain last night, did you Epps?
Show your tatoos to that coxswain last night, did you Epps?	Showed him a hell of a lot more than that.
Showed him a hell of a lot more than that.	I bet you did.
Looks like one hell of a stick up his ass.	He'd let you off at the nearest port, that's for sure.
I can't believe you. Dodge's dead and all you can think about is cashing in your share.	I didn't sign up to go home empty handed. And I sure ain't gonna roll over for the freaky motherfucker did this.
What'd you find up there?	Some charts. A crew manifest. Looks like her last voyage was January 1953. The question is where the hell's she been since.
Some charts. A crew manifest. Looks like her last voyage was January 1953. The question is where the hell's she been since.	She was sailing up north, right?
She was sailing up north, right?	Her destination was Halifax, yeah.
Her destination was Halifax, yeah.	Well, suppose she got a little further north than she should have. Got stuck in the ice. The passengers and crew evacuated. She froze into the ice pack, which moved further north, where it froze in solid. They write it off. Fifty years later, the whole global warming thing happens. The ice melts, she gets loose and floats around til somebody runs into her.
Maybe they didn't want it back. Maybe the whole fat deal was insured.	Maybe. But there's always somebody whose interest's at stake.
Take it easy, you'll live longer.	Did you see him?
Did you see him?	Who?
Who?	The guy. He just came this way.
The guy. He just came this way.	What guy?
What guy?	There's somebody else on this boat.
There's somebody else on this boat.	What? What the hell're you talking about.
What? What the hell're you talking about.	I saw him. Just a minute ago. Some guy.
I saw him. Just a minute ago. Some guy.	Are you sure?
Are you sure?	Of course I'm sure. I saw him.
Of course I'm sure. I saw him.	You sure it wasn't me?
You sure it wasn't me?	It wasn't you. It was somebody else. There's somebody else aboard.
No cowboy shit up there, understand?	No cowboy shit. Right.
I say we off-load some of that gold now.	Would you hold on just a minute here, please? Look, there's no reason to panic now. Epps saw somebody. Fine. It's a big boat. Chances're real good he doesn't even know about the gold. If we stay cool, nobody'll be the wiser. The gold stays where it is til we're ready to go. Like I said, it'll be a hell of a lot safer there than here.
Ho-ly shit.	Couldn't have happened much more than a month ago.
Nobody's going anywhere with that gold now. Anybody tries to board, we'll know about it. You can do what you want, Greer. But neither of us is gonna risk saving your ass down here if it comes to that.	Fine with me.
I-I honestly never intended for this to happen...	Please tell me it isn't that teenager!
Please tell me it isn't that teenager!	Enid and I were just friends. You know... we feel comfortable around each other... she really likes my old records and...
Enid and I were just friends. You know... we feel comfortable around each other... she really likes my old records and...	I can't believe this! I thought at the very least a guy like you would never pull this kind of shit on me!
He doesn't even look that bummed out, really.	I know... wouldn't you be totally pissed off?
I know... wouldn't you be totally pissed off?	This kind of thing must happen to him all the time.
What was that all about?	It's not like I'm some modern Punk dickhead... It's obviously supposed to be a 1977 Punk look, but I guess Johnny Fuckface is too stupid to get it!
It's not like I'm some modern Punk dickhead... It's obviously supposed to be a 1977 Punk look, but I guess Johnny Fuckface is too stupid to get it!	I didn't get it either.
I didn't get it either.	Everybody's too stupid!
Give me all your money, bitch!	Where did you get that?
Where did you get that?	You won't believe it! Guess!
You won't believe it! Guess!	Where?
Where?	Anthony's II!
Anthony's II!	No way... when?
No way... when?	Just now... I went with Seymour.
Just now... I went with Seymour.	You cunt!
God, how can you stand all these assholes?	I don't know... Some people are okay, but mostly I feel like poisoning everybody.
I don't know... Some people are okay, but mostly I feel like poisoning everybody.	At least the wheelchair guy is sort of entertaining...
At least the wheelchair guy is sort of entertaining...	He's a total asshole... He doesn't even need that wheelchair, he's just totally lazy!
He's a total asshole... He doesn't even need that wheelchair, he's just totally lazy!	That rules!
That rules!	No, it doesn't. You'll see... you get totally sick of all the creeps and losers and weirdos.
No, it doesn't. You'll see... you get totally sick of all the creeps and losers and weirdos.	But those are our people...
But those are our people...	Yeah, well... So when are you going to get your job?
Yeah, well... So when are you going to get your job?	I'm working on it... I've got a few leads... it's just that right now I have, all these projects that take up all my time.
I'm working on it... I've got a few leads... it's just that right now I have, all these projects that take up all my time.	Like what?
Like what?	Nothing. Don't worry... I promise I'll get a job next week.
Nothing. Don't worry... I promise I'll get a job next week.	God, I can't believe you went to Anthony's without me.
...you don't have to make a million dollars -- just get any stupid job so we can at least start looking for an apartment.	I wonder if I hang around with you because you're like my surrogate mother figure or something. Like I have this subconscious biological need to be nagged and bitched at constantly.
I wonder if I hang around with you because you're like my surrogate mother figure or something. Like I have this subconscious biological need to be nagged and bitched at constantly.	You hang out with me because nobody else can stand to be around you.
You hang out with me because nobody else can stand to be around you.	Or maybe... did you ever think that deep down we really might be lesbos? Maybe that's why we spend so much time together.
Or maybe... did you ever think that deep down we really might be lesbos? Maybe that's why we spend so much time together.	You're gross. See that guy?

For any movie.

I know I'm better than what I've been doing the last ten years, walking around in a tank top and fuck-me pumps, waiting till it's time to scream.

Man, can you scream.

Yeah. It's a real gift. I'm just saying it'd be nice, one time in my career to get the chance to say one great line. You know, like in that Bette Davis picture, "Cabin in the..."

"Cotton".

Yeah, you know when Bette comes up to the guy on the porch, gives him a flirty look and says, 'I'd kiss you, but...'

You okay?

Guy's got a fucking pink toilet, for Christ's sake.

Karen! What the fuck are you doing?!

Oh, shit... I'm sorry... I thought that was... I'm so sorry...

Momo could buy it, I could run it for him. Show some Cagney films.

What's Momo gonna want with an old place, shows old movies people don't care about no more. Outside of maybe turnin' it into a porno house, I don't think he's gonna give much of a fuck. And you already got a job.

Hey, Chili. Get your coat, but don't piss the guy off, okay? It could get complicated and we'd have to call Momo to straighten it out. Then Momo gets pissed for wasting his time and we don't need that.

Don't worry about it. I won't say any more than I have to, if that.

I hate to say I told you, but I did. I told you don't start nothing with him that time.

You said don't say nothing and I didn't.

No, you just broke his fuckin' nose instead.

You gonna start that again? You're just like him, all you got room for in your brain is one fuckin' thing.

All I know is he came by the barber shop, all fuckin' undone, wanting to know where you were staying in Vegas. I told him I don't know. I still don't.

How'd he know I was in Vegas? You tell him?

He already knew it.

Yeah, well, I'm in L.A. now.

Whatta you doing out there?

I'm going into the movie business.

What're you talking about? You wanna be a movie star?

I'm thinking about producing.

How you gonna do that? You don't know shit about making movies.

I don't think the producer has to do much, outside of maybe knowing a writer.

Hey, Chil? I think you're fulla shit.

All these camera moves and weird angles and shit are gonna distance us from the emotion of the scene.

What 'emotion'? Girl just got stabbed in the ear with an ice pick.

She's scared! Fear is an emotion! Look, kid, if you remember anything from your time working with Harry Zimm, let it be the three key words to filmmaking.

Harry -

Man's in town two days, thinks he's David O. fucking Selznick.

I'm sitting here, I'm looking at you and I'm having these flashes. You know, flashbacks, of memories. Of us.

Really.

Yeah and I'm wondering, how did it go wrong? How did it all... slip away?

'It' didn't slip away, Martin, you did... when you went off to fuck Nicki in the middle of my birthday party.

If this thing turns out to be a ship everybody thought sank a long time ago, we just hit the jackpot.

Yeah, well how the hell you get something like that wrong? That's a damn big boat. It's either sunk or it ain't.

What the hell would a freighter be doing up here? It's way out of the lanes. There's not a port for 800 miles.

Smugglers maybe.

It's a bloody navigation hazard. One boat can't control a ship that size.

The damn thing's been floating around for God knows how long and it hasn't hit anything yet. So we take it easy. A little of the old push pull.

Mother fucker!

What is it?

Threw a turbine blade.

It's a hell of a lot of money.

What, you think there's something funny about it?

A ship with fifty million dollars in gold aboard, adrift? And nobody seems to care enough to come looking for it?

So what're we gonna do. That's the big question, right?

A salvage claim to a vessel's cargo's as valid as a claim to the vessel itself. It's ours.

Then we're rich. We're damn, filthy stinking rich.

It looks like it.

I say fuck the motherfucker. We're a professional salvage crew going about our business. What's some yahoo doing way out here by himself anyway?

And what do you propose? That we knock this guy off?

Why not? Why the fuck not?

If he's reasonable, maybe we can make some kind of deal. If not. We'll have to re-consider our options.

Yeah, reconsider fucking his shit up.

I didn't touch the fucking radio! Ever occur to you there's somebody else on that boat, skipper?

Conveniently enough for you.

Look, I didn't touch it. Alright?

What the hell happened!

Turbine chamber on number two must've blown! Took out part of the hull!

Morning everybody.

Show your tatoos to that coxswain last night, did you Epps?

Showed him a hell of a lot more than that.

I bet you did.

Looks like one hell of a stick up his ass.

He'd let you off at the nearest port, that's for sure.

I can't believe you. Dodge's dead and all you can think about is cashing in your share.

I didn't sign up to go home empty handed. And I sure ain't gonna roll over for the freaky motherfucker did this.

What'd you find up there?

Some charts. A crew manifest. Looks like her last voyage was January 1953. The question is where the hell's she been since.

She was sailing up north, right?

Her destination was Halifax, yeah.

Well, suppose she got a little further north than she should have. Got stuck in the ice. The passengers and crew evacuated. She froze into the ice pack, which moved further north, where it froze in solid. They write it off. Fifty years later, the whole global warming thing happens. The ice melts, she gets loose and floats around til somebody runs into her.

Maybe they didn't want it back. Maybe the whole fat deal was insured.

Maybe. But there's always somebody whose interest's at stake.

Take it easy, you'll live longer.

Did you see him?

Who?

The guy. He just came this way.

What guy?

There's somebody else on this boat.

What? What the hell're you talking about.

I saw him. Just a minute ago. Some guy.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. I saw him.

You sure it wasn't me?

It wasn't you. It was somebody else. There's somebody else aboard.

No cowboy shit up there, understand?

No cowboy shit. Right.

I say we off-load some of that gold now.

Would you hold on just a minute here, please? Look, there's no reason to panic now. Epps saw somebody. Fine. It's a big boat. Chances're real good he doesn't even know about the gold. If we stay cool, nobody'll be the wiser. The gold stays where it is til we're ready to go. Like I said, it'll be a hell of a lot safer there than here.

Ho-ly shit.

Couldn't have happened much more than a month ago.

Nobody's going anywhere with that gold now. Anybody tries to board, we'll know about it. You can do what you want, Greer. But neither of us is gonna risk saving your ass down here if it comes to that.

Fine with me.

I-I honestly never intended for this to happen...

Please tell me it isn't that teenager!

Enid and I were just friends. You know... we feel comfortable around each other... she really likes my old records and...

I can't believe this! I thought at the very least a guy like you would never pull this kind of shit on me!

He doesn't even look that bummed out, really.

I know... wouldn't you be totally pissed off?

This kind of thing must happen to him all the time.

What was that all about?

It's not like I'm some modern Punk dickhead... It's obviously supposed to be a 1977 Punk look, but I guess Johnny Fuckface is too stupid to get it!

I didn't get it either.

Everybody's too stupid!

Give me all your money, bitch!

Where did you get that?

You won't believe it! Guess!

Where?

Anthony's II!

No way... when?

Just now... I went with Seymour.

You cunt!

God, how can you stand all these assholes?

I don't know... Some people are okay, but mostly I feel like poisoning everybody.

At least the wheelchair guy is sort of entertaining...

He's a total asshole... He doesn't even need that wheelchair, he's just totally lazy!

That rules!

No, it doesn't. You'll see... you get totally sick of all the creeps and losers and weirdos.

But those are our people...

Yeah, well... So when are you going to get your job?

I'm working on it... I've got a few leads... it's just that right now I have, all these projects that take up all my time.

Like what?

Nothing. Don't worry... I promise I'll get a job next week.

God, I can't believe you went to Anthony's without me.

...you don't have to make a million dollars -- just get any stupid job so we can at least start looking for an apartment.

I wonder if I hang around with you because you're like my surrogate mother figure or something. Like I have this subconscious biological need to be nagged and bitched at constantly.

You hang out with me because nobody else can stand to be around you.

Or maybe... did you ever think that deep down we really might be lesbos? Maybe that's why we spend so much time together.

You're gross. See that guy?