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[Ingeborg]

Blasphemy! Blasphemy!

[Gjest Anonymous]

A miracle! A miracle!

[Ingeborg]

Life's a piece of shit, when you look at it.

[Gjest Anonymous]

Life's a piece of shit' date= when you look at it.

Some things in life are bad, they can really make you mad

[Ingeborg]

Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true!

[Gjest Anonymous]

Life is quite absurd, and death's the final word

[Ingeborg]

I wish I was a girlie, just like my dear papa...

[Gjest Anonymous]

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra...

[Ingeborg]

Nei nei nei, nå klarer vi å få dette til å bli en Monty-tråd igjen...

[Gjest Anonymous]

Nei nei nei' date=' nå klarer vi å få dette til å bli en Monty-tråd igjen...[/quote']

Jo, men som sagt er det der du finner de fleste ulimate sitatene!

- There's no pleasing someone

- That's just what Jesus said, too

[Ingeborg]

*ror oss frenetisk inn på riktig kurs igjen*

Buckle up, Doroty, because Kansas is going bye-bye.

[Gjest Anonymous]

Oh Lordy, pick a bale o' cotton, Oh Lordy, pick a bale o' hay, gotta jump down spin around pick a bale o' cotton, jump down spin around, pick a bale o' hay ...

[Gjest Anonymous]

Nu forstår jag varför dom kallar dig Olav Digre

[Gjest Anonymous]

Fuck you, fuckball.

[Ingeborg]

Jeg er gira på freden. Shalom Peace!

[Gjest Anonymous]

- Hei, faen, hva er det du gjør?

- Knuller kona di

[Gjest pace]

Don't call me Shirley

Right! This calls for an immediate discussion!

The same thing we do every night, Pinky. TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!

My nipples explode with delight!

So why don't we just shoot him? Bang! Dead!

So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.

You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

[~Viva~]

What you do in life, echoes in eternity

[Gjest pace]

~ If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. ~

(The Mission. Egentlig 1.Korinterne 13 Paulus brevene)

[Vivekke]

Stupid is as stupid does.