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Midway

Midway

Raymond Spruance: Layton, how reliable are these estimates of the Japanese positions?
Edwin Layton: They represent our best guess based on the intelligence that we have.
Raymond Spruance: I can't plan around your guess.
Chester W. Nimitz: [to Layton] I understand that we're asking the impossible but we need you to be specific.
Edwin Layton: [sighs, pauses a moment] The Japanese will attack on the morning of June 4th from the northwest at a bearing of 325 degrees. They will be sighted 175 miles from Midway at 0700 local time.
Chester W. Nimitz: I trust Layton and his team. Make your plans accordingly.
Chester W. Nimitz: [later, on the morning of June 4th, after receiving the report the enemy fleet was spotted on a bearing of 320 degrees and 180 miles northwest of Midway and glancing at his watch] Well, Layton, you and Rochefort were only off five minutes, five miles and five degrees.
Edwin Layton: Well, we'll endeavor to do better next time, sir.

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Tropic Thunder

Tropic Thunder

Les Grossman: First, take a big step back… and literally, FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don't know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again! Otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down an un-Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I'm talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!

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Tropic Thunder

Tropic Thunder

Les Grossman: First, take a big step back… and literally, FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don't know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again! Otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down an un-Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I'm talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!

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Blecktrumman

Blecktrumman

Oskar Matzerath: There once was a drummer. His name was Oskar. He lost his poor mama, who had eat to much fish. There was once a credulous people… who believed in Santa Claus. But Santa Claus was really… the gas man! There was once a toy merchant. His name was Sigismund Markus… and he sold tin drums lacquered red and white. There was once a drummer. His name was Oskar. There was once a toy merchant… whose name was Markus… and he took all the toys in the world away with him.

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