"I'm as serious as a heart attack."
whales-gather-here:

I found this movie at our local video rental place. Samuel L. Jackson And And Nicolas Cage. This movie is a God.

whales-gather-here:

I found this movie at our local video rental place.
Samuel L. Jackson
And
And Nicolas Cage.
This movie is a God.

fangirlinluv:

Nick Fury just called for an Oscars Assemble
You better suit up

fangirlinluv:

Nick Fury just called for an Oscars Assemble

You better suit up

capriamovies:

When they show Seth check out Samuel L Jackson behind him in the audience. He is not here for this.

felodese:

Black (Samuel L. Jackson) tries to save a suicidal White (Tommy Lee Jones) in Cormac McCarthy’s The Sunset Limited directed by Tommy Lee Jones

White: “If people could see the world for what it truly is, saw their lives for what they truly are, without dreams or illusions, I don’t believe they could offer the first reason why they should not elect to die as soon as possible. I don’t believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you, man. Can’t you see? The clamor and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to His ear.

And I loathe these discussions, the argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more. And if that pain were collected instead of merely reiterated, the sheer weight of it would drag the world from the walls of the universe and send it crashing and burning down through whatever night it might yet be capable of engendering until it was not even ash; and brotherhood, justice, eternal life? Good god, man!

Show me a religion that prepares one for nothingness, for death, that’s a church I might enter. Yours prepares one only for more life, for dreams, illusions, lies, banish the fear of death from men’s hearts and they wouldn’t live a day. Who would want this nightmare? But for fear of the next. The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. And all of it with a single conclusion. For you and for every one and every thing that you have chosen to care for. That is the true brotherhood. The true fellowship. And everyone is a member for life. You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well then, damn him. Damn him in every shape and guise and form. Do I see myself in him? Yes, I do. And what I see sickens me. Do you understand me? Can you understand me? I’m sorry. Black: How long you felt like this?

White: All my life.

Black: And that’s the truth.

White: It’s worse than that.

Black: I don’t see what could be worse than that.

White: Rage is really only for the good days. The truth is there’s little of that left. The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. A man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek out the company of such a thing? Why?

Black: Damn.

White: So you see what it is you’ve saved.

Black: Tried to save. Still tryin’. Tryin’ hard.

White: Who is your brother?

Black: Who is my brother! Yes.

White: Is that the reason I’m here in your apartment?

Black: No, that’s why I’m here.

White: You asked me what I’m a professor of. I am a professor of Darkness. The night in day’s clothing. And now I wish you all the very best, but I must go.

Black: Just stay a little while longer.

White: No, no more time. Goodbye.

Black: We can talk about something else, I swear.

White: I don’t want to talk about something else!

Black: “Don’t go out there. You know what’s out there.”

White: “Oh yes. Indeed I do. I know what is out there and I know who is out there. I rush to nuzzle his bony cheek. No doubt he will be surprised to find himself so cherished. And as I cling to his neck I will whisper in that dry and ancient ear, “Here I am. Here I am.” Now open the door.

Black: Don’t do this.

White: You’re a kind man. I’ve heard you out and you’ve heard me, there’s no more to say. Your God must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities and that, is what he’s made of it. You tell me that I want God’s love, I don’t. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there’s no-one to ask it of. And there’s no going back, there’s no setting things right. There is only the hope of nothingness and I cling to that hope. Now open the door.

Black: Don’t do this.

White: Please…open the door…

Thank you. Goodbye.

Black: Professor, I know you ain’t mean them words. I’m gonna be there in the morning. I’m gonna be there you hear! I’m gonna be there!

You know he ain’t mean them words. You know he didn’t. I don’t understand why you sent me down there. I don’t understand. If you wanted me to help him, then how come you didn’t give me the words?  You gave them to him, what about me? That’s all right. That’s all right. If you don’t ever speak again, you know I’ll keep your word, you know I will, you know I will, you know I’m good for it.

Is that ok?

calamitygrier:

trollingchannel:



 
Cobra Starship ft. Travie McCoy - Snakes on a Plane (Bring It)
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tothosewithwings:

Cobra Starship ft. Travie McCoy| “Snakes On A Plane (Bring It)

musicvideosareus:

Cobra Starship featuring William Beckett and Travis McCoy- Snakes on a Plane (Bring It) (uncensored)
Cobra’s first major hit, thanks to the cult popularity of ‘Snakes on a Plane’, and this song being the title track of the album. If you’re watching closely, you can catch a brief appearances by Pete Wentz and Samuel L. Jackson.

thanedatassassinkrios:

Watching Samuel L. Jackson use any word but motherfucker is amusing!

thanedatassassinkrios:

Watching Samuel L. Jackson use any word but motherfucker is amusing!

bohemiandreamer:

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