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    Name that TV Show [EZ quotes only]

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    I mean, with all due respect, you sort of walk around with uppity breasts, and the hair flips aren't the most subtle.

    And your perfume - you could be flammable. Now what if somebody shut you down as a safety hazard, how would you feel then?

    That was with all due respect?

    Remember, when you're with me, it's the only time you're not the strangest person in the room. So go ahead, get weird with me.

    I'm sure she's quite stupid, and in time, gravity will get her.

    Uh, let the record reflect that the deponent is a fat, arrogant, overweight, bald pig.

    Whenever I get depressed, I raise my hemlines. If things don't change, I am bound to be arrested.

    A penis is not a share toy.

    Name that Flick

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    Here's some more:

    So do you want a private dance?

    How much?

    20 a song, 3 songs minimum.

    I don't know. Sounds expensive.

    Basic strategy says that you should hit that!

    The only thing worse than a loser is someone who won't admit he played badly.

    I'm not the same guy I was back in Boston.

    Name that Flick

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    If I see you in here again, I will break your cheekbone with a small hammer. And then I will kill you.

    I've got some good news, though. I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance.

    You are only ever as good to me as the money you make!

    *Hey!* You steal the Bible, you go to Hell. Those are the rules.

    Like I'm not going anyway.

    Name that Flick

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    Bitch, you can stop right there. Just because I have no wish to murder you before the eyes of your daughter,

    does not mean parading her around in front of me is going to inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business.

    And not a goddamn f@ckin' thing you've done in the subsequent four years, including getting knocked up, is going to change that.

    It was not my intention to do this in front of you. For that I'm sorry. But you can take my word for it, your mother had it comin'.

    When you grow up, if you still feel raw about it, I'll be waiting.

    Name That Author

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    Movin' On:

    All of the above quotes are from the short story, "A Good Man is Hard to Find," by Flannery O'Connor.

    This short story is probably the best known and most popular of her work.

    O'Connor was an important American, as well as Southern writer, who wrote in a Southern Gothic style, and was greatly influenced by Faulkner.

    Oftentimes, she would infuse her unique Southern Gothic style with Roman Catholic theology, sacraments, and rituals.

    Following is a quote by O'Connor regarding the reviews of "A Good Man is Hard to Find:"

    "I am tired of reading reviews that call A Good Man brutal and sarcastic. The stories are hard but they are hard

    because there is nothing harder or less sentimental than Christian realism... when I see these stories described

    as horror stories I am always amused because the reviewer always has hold of the wrong horror."

    New Author:

    Miss Watson she kept pecking at me, and it got tiresome and lonesome. By and by they fetched the niggers in

    and had prayers, and then everybody was off to bed. I went up to my room with a piece of candle, and put it

    on the table. Then I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use.

    I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever

    so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and

    a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me,

    and I couldn't make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me. Then away out in the woods

    I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't

    make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving.

    I got so down-hearted and scared I did wish I had some company. Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder,

    and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up. I didn't need anybody to tell

    me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch me some bad luck, so I was scared and most shook the clothes off of me.

    I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time; and then I tied up a little lock of my

    hair with a thread to keep witches away. But I hadn't no confidence. You do that when you've lost a horseshoe that you've found,

    instead of nailing it up over the door, but I hadn't ever heard anybody say it was any way to keep off bad luck when you'd killed a spider.

    Name That Author

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    Here's a little more:

    The Misfit kept scratching in the ground with the butt of gun as if he were thinking about it.

    "Yes,m, somebody is always after you," he murmured.

    The grandmother noticed how thin his shoulder blades were just behind his hat because

    she was standing up looking down on him. "Do you ever pray?" she asked.

    He shook he head. All she saw was the black hat wiggle between his shoulder blades. "Nome," he said.

    There was a pistol shot from the woods, followed closely by another. Then silence.

    The old lady's head jerked around. She could hear the wind move through the tree tops like a long satisfied insuck of breath.

    "Bailey Boy!" she called.

    The children's mother had begun to make heaving noises as if she couldn't get her breath.

    "Lady," he asked, "would you and the little girl like to step off yonder with Bobby Lee and Hiram and join your husband?"

    "Yes, thank you," the mother said faintly. Her left arm dangled helplessly and she was holding the baby,

    who had gone to sleep, in the other. "Hep that lady up, Hiram," The Misfit said as she struggled to climb

    out of the ditch, "and Bobby Lee, you hold onto that little girl's hand."

    Name That Author

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    Here's some more:

    "In my time," said the grandmother, folding her thin veined fingers, "children were more respectful

    of their native states and their parents and everything else. People did right then. Oh look at the cute

    little pickaninny!" she said and pointed to a Negro child standing in the door of a shack. "Wouldn't that make a picture, now?"

    she asked and they all turned and looked at the little Negro out on the back window. He waved.

    The grandmother shrieked. She scrambled to her feet and stood staring. "You're the Misfit!" she said. "I recognized you at once!"...

    "You wouldn't shoot a lady, would you?" the grandmother said and removed a clean handkerchief from her

    cuff and began to slap at her eyes with it...

    "Listen," the grandmother almost screamed, "I know you're a good man. You don't look a bit like you have common blood.

    I know you must come from nice people."

    "Yes mam," he said, "finest people in the world."...

    "Yes, it's a beautiful day," said the grandmother. "Listen," she said, "you shouldn't call yourself The Misfit

    because I know you're a good man at heart. I can just look at you and tell."

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