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Wreck-It Ralph:
My name's Ralph, and I'm a bad guy. Uh, let's see...I'm 9 feet tall, I weigh 643 pounds, got a bit of a temper on me. My passion level's very near the surface, I guess, not gonna lie. Anyhoo, what else, uh... I'm a wrecker. I wreck things, professionally. I mean, I'm very good at what I do. Probably the best I know. Thing is, fixing's the name of the game. Literally. Fix-It Felix Jr. So yeah, naturally, the guy with the name Fix-It Felix is the good guy. He's nice enough as good guys go. Definitely fixes stuff really well. But, uh, if you got a magic hammer from your father, how hard can it be? If he was a regular contractor, carpenter guy, I guarantee you, you will not be able to fix the damage that I do as quickly. When Felix does a good job, he gets a medal. But, are there medals for wrecking stuff really well? To that, I say, ha! And no, there aren't. For thirty years I have been doing this, and I have seen a lot of other games come and go. It's sad. Think about those guys at Asteroids? Boom, gone. Centipede? Who knows where that guy is, you know? Look, a steady arcade gig is nothing to sneeze at, I'm very lucky. It's just, I gotta say, it becomes kinda hard to love your job when no one seems to like you for doing it.

Writer:
Alright... Alright... So there's this baby with gigantism... In the old west... Whose also the sheriff... And he knows that the mayor knows that there's gold underneath the town... And the mayor's slowly poisoning the towns people... So the baby gets a team of rogue gypsy thieves... And they track down the mayor in his castle in Transylvania... And...

Director:
Whoa, whoa... Whoa, whoa... Whoa... Stop...

Writer:
...The love interest is the horse.

Writer:
Why piece together the tatters of your life - the vague memories, the faces... the people you never knew how to love?

Writer:
You've made the right choice. Believe me, today is a good day for you. These are tough decisions, I know. But we intellectuals, and I say we because I consider you such, must remain lucid to the bitter end. This life is so full of confusion already, that there's no need to add chaos to chaos. Losing money is part of a producer's job. I congratulate you. You had no choice. And he got what he deserved for having joined such a frivolous venture so lightheartedly. Believe me, no need for remorse. Destroying is better than creating when we're not creating those few, truly necessary things. But then is there anything so clear and right that it deserves to live in this world? For him the wrong movie is only a financial matter. But for you, at this point, it could have been the end. Better to quit and strew the ground with salt, as the ancients did, to purify the battlefields. In the end what we need is some hygiene, some cleanliness, disinfection. We're smothered by images, words and sounds that have no right to exist, coming from, and bound for, nothingness. Of any artist truly worth the name we should ask nothing except this act of faith: to learn silence. Do you remember Mallarme's homage to the white page? And Rimbaud... a poet, my friend, not a movie director. What was his finest poetry?His refusal to continue writing and his departure for Africa. If we can't have everything, true perfection is nothingness. Forgive men for quoting all the time. But we critics... do what we can. Our true mission is... sweeping away the thousands of miscarriages that everyday... obscenely... try to come to the light. And you would actually dare leave behind you a whole film, like a cripple who leaves behind his crooked footprint. Such a monstrous presumption to think that others could benefit from the squalid catalogue of your mistakes! And how do you benefit from stringing together the tattered pieces of your life? Your vague memories, the faces of people that you were never able to love...

Wyatt Earp:
[Opening Narration] Bat Masterson, after a term as Sheriff in Ford County, started drifting in search of romance and excitement. From Texas cow towns, mining towns, and the Black Hills, Bat tried to live it up. Then he fell in love with a girl named Cora Watrous and returned to Dodge City full of big ideas, which he expected his old friend, Wyatt Earp, to share.

Wyatt Earp:
[Opening Narration] Marshal Earp had captured three of the four Dry Gulchers wanted for the slaying of Mr. Brother, his good Indian friend. The fourth and final man, Rufe Prentice, had eluded pursuit and fled to the protection of Crump Elliott, a notorious horse and cattle thief. Wyatt, with Sheriff Bat Masterson, faced a dangerous problem. Old Man Elliott's daughter, Blanche, was in love with Prentice. For the first time in the long chase after the Dry Gulch gang, a woman threatened to make matters complicated and deadly.

Wyatt Earp:
[Opening Narration] Tombstone lay near the border of old Mexico. Many times that fact meant trouble for Marshal Wyatt Earp. The border was a convenient escape route for criminals, a very tempting sanctuary for raiding Apaches, and the home of a people who had very little love for the Americanos north of them.

Wyatt:
Mac, you ever been in love?

Mac:
No, I've been a bartender all my life.

Wyatt:
You guys ok?

Nick:
Everybody's fine. We're just having a little chat. Reminiscing about the good old days.

Wyatt:
Look dude, I don't want to kill you. So why don't you just get out of here?

Nick:
Uh, it's my place why don't you get out?

Wyatt:
Good point. Fair enough. Ladies lets go.

Nick:
Actually, why don't you stay?

Wyatt:
Oh! I'd love to, but I have to go home and feed my ponies.

Nick:
Fight me.

Sam:
I really don't think that you want to do that.

Lucy:
Wyatt, lets get out of here.

Wyatt:
You have any idea how many of you guys I've killed?

Nick:
[chuckles lightly] Yeah I've heard. With a stake to the back. Courageous. I wonder if you can do it face-to-face.

Lucy:
Wyatt, don't let him get to you.

Wyatt:
Okay, that's it. Lucy, Sam wait in the car.

Lucy:
No.

Nick:
It is so cute how your girlfriend disrespects you like that.

Wyatt:
Oh it's even more adorable how your girlfriend dumped you for being an asshole.

Wyatt, Nick:
[They start fighing]

Nick:
Your even more of a loser in real life than in that stupid little show of yours.

Wyatt:
It's the #3 webshow. In Finland.

Nick:
[laughs & they start fighting up again]

Wyatt:
You guys ok?

Nick:
Everybody's fine. We're just having a little chat. Reminiscing about the good old days.

Wyatt:
Look dude, I don't want to kill you. So why don't you just get out of here?

Nick:
Uh, it's my place why don't you get out?

Wyatt:
Good point. Fair enough. Ladies lets go.

Nick:
Actually, why don't you stay?

Wyatt:
Oh! I'd love to, but I have to go home and feed my ponies.

Nick:
Fight me.

Sam:
I really don't think that you want to do that.

Lucy:
Wyatt, lets get out of here.

Wyatt:
You have any idea how many of you guys I've killed?

Nick:
[chuckles lightly] Yeah I've heard. With a stake to the back. Courageous. I wonder if you can do it face-to-face.

Lucy:
Wyatt, don't let him get to you.

Wyatt:
Okay, that's it. Lucy, Sam wait in the car.

Sam:
No.

Nick:
It is so cute how your girlfriend disrespects you like that.

Wyatt:
Oh it's even more adorable how your girlfriend dumped you for being an asshole.

Wyatt, Nick:
[They start fighing]

Nick:
Your even more of a loser in real life than in that stupid little show of yours.

Wyatt:
It's the #3 webshow. In Finland.

Nick:
[laughs & they start fighting up again]

X the Owl:
Can you feel the baby inside you?

Queen Sara Saturday:
Just a little bit. It moves around and I know that it's there.

Lady Aberlin:
Henrietta wonders if she could see it, but I told her that nobody would be able to see it until it was born.

Henrietta Pussycat:
Meow. Meow meow meow meow babysitter meow meow.

Queen Sara Saturday:
I would be delighted for you to be a babysitter, dear. I just know that the baby will love you.

Lady Aberlin:
Imagine, having an owl and a pussycat for neighbors.

X the Owl:
[singing] Owl Correspondence School/ Dear O.C.S/ We do our lessons/ And we get a U or an S/ We hope for an S/ Oh, Owl Correspondence School/ Dear O.C.S/ Owl Correspondence School... We love you best/ We love you best.

X:
I love club music, everything is so cut and dry. You love someone set them free. Love me or let me go. Prove your love. My love is your love. It's love or it's not love. Love is sex. Sex is love. I defy you to find a club anthem that says I love you but I'm not really sure what love is all about and I still wanna have sex with...blah blah blah. Those things are harder to rhyme.

Xan:
Love doesn't stop when time passes, or you live in different places, or sombody's gone.

Xan:
That's how it was with me and Duma.

Xander:
Do you have a pool?

Edward Bolt:
Yes. Yes, I do.

Xander:
Why don't you invite us over for a swim?

Lindsay Brown:
Xander.

Xander:
He says he love kids.

Edward Bolt:
I think that's a great idea! How 'bout a picnic on Sunday, huh?

Xander:
Love the outfit, Buff. Zis Boom Bah!

Buffy:
Starting to think vamps do too. Cheerleading outfits equal vampire magnets.

Xander:
Also known to attract middle-aged men like a backyard bug zapper.

Xander:
What the f*** is that?

Jake:
That was repartee.

Xander:
That's exactly why I can't have you at the party, because you have repartee with everybody. You love repartee. All you wanna do is flit around the party, flirt with the moms. And then they all get mad and they turn on each other then they yell at Naomi then Naomi yells at me then they wont let their kids play with my kids. Then I have to play with my kid because my kids have no friends. I'm raising friendless children because of you! Do you understand?

Jake:
I...

Xander:
It is a cascading shit storm that is your creation.

Jake:
That is a tremendous amount of Malcolm Gladwellian logic jumps.

Xander:
Well you spent ten thousand hours f***ing my life up, so bring Lainey to the party.

Xandir:
[referring to "Mrs. Pacman"] That big-mouthed tranny is gonna tell my girlfriend I'm out!

Foxxy Love:
You and Pacman huh? Well, you won't be the first fruit he's eaten! Go Foxxy! It's your birthday, not for real real, just for play play!

Xandir:
[to a crying Clara] Oh, it's okay, Clara. So we're not who we think we are. So what, right?

Princess Clara:
So what? If I'm not a princess, then I'm just another beautiful virgin with real C-cups and a super-tight ass that continuously vibrates and tastes like wild berries. Who could ever love someone like that? [cries]

King:
Dungeon master, make sure the guillotine is not too far back on the stage. I want the people in the front row to have to wear rain ponchos.

Princess Clara:
My lord, perhaps you could see it in your heart to let me live here in your kingdom. And give me the opportunity to be the real princess I always thought I was. For I can be just as good as the officially sanctioned princesses in your kingdom. Allow me. [singing, King is impressed, and the animals gathering around at her]

Xandir:
Yeah, Clara! She's doing it! It's working!...

Princess Clara:
[stops singing, annoyed and angry] For fuck's sake, Xandir! I'm trying to impress the goddamn king! And I can't fucking sing if you keep flapping those [as she hitting Xandir's face with a bird] dick-sucking lips of yours!

King:
[Upon seeing Clara's strong language behavior in fury] Guards, tomorrow, off with their heads!

Princess Clara:
[Panicked, grabs the king's coat] No wait! Please!

Rhino Guardian:
Release the king, vile peasant! [Preparing to cut Clara's arms]

Xandir:
Hero! Do something!

Captain Hero:
Oh, yes, of course. [ignoring Xandir, grabs a corpse Molly to close her eyes] Uh, you shouldn't see this, baby. I know how you are around blood and this could easily go that way.

[The Rhino guard cuts Clara's arms off]

Princess Clara:
[scream as she running backwards and fall down] OH NO! OH NOOO!!!

[Rhino Guard throws Clara’s arms back into a prison after she holds it]

Captain Hero:
[Clara wails] Oh, you totally would not have been into that.

Xaviax:
Wow. Look at all the brave warriors come to defeat the evil doer who ruined their lives. And 13 against 1? I must be real scary. Maybe it's time you all reconsider. I mean, Adam, have you really thought this through? You really gonna tell Sarah that you sold her family and her world into captivity? How are you gonna feel when you see the love light her eyes transform something into way less pleasant? Kit, what are you thinking? When Eubolon's defeated, who's the only one that gonna be left to bring back your father? Come on, Kit. What do you say? It's crunch time!

Dragon Knight II:
Your words mean nothing.

Kamen Rider Onyx:
He's right. We're done with you, general.

Xaviax:
Oh, please. You think this is the end? I defeated you all before and I'll do it again. And even if you win, I'll be back. I will *always* be back!

Advent Master:
Not this time you won't. Kamen Riders, use your Link Vent.

Xavier:
...it was like we had to go through that. Like going through all that wacky shit reassured us somehow- it proved we were in love.

Xavier:
And my bedroom was over there.

[Xavier's memory intensifies]

[Xavier sees two non-imaginary redneck guys fighting each other while stumble into Xavier's imaginary dollhouse]

Xavier:
Get away from my dollhouse! You're stepping all over my dollies!

Redneck #1:
Freak! We's tryin' to get our fight on!

Redneck #2:
Let's set aside our difference and pound this chump for bein' difference.

[Rednecks pummeled Xavier]

[Take that! Taste the pain!]

Redneck #1:
Tad, you alright. I forgive you for stickin' it in my wife.

Redneck #2:
Shoot, I only done it 'cause I jealous of the love you share.

Xavier:
Enchante. I am your mental mentor, your sensei of the senses, here to teach you the ways of life, love, culture. Let's start with early matisse. Do you find the gar mange of his lines to be derivative of the neoclassicists in their pastel insouciance?

Manly Naked Beast:
[grunts]

Xavier:
I know what you mean. You mean, "I don't know what you mean."

Xavier:
I shall teach you to speak. I'm a great english teachulator. You want me to tit you? One grunt for "yes".

Manly Naked Beast:
[grunts] [grunts]

Xavier:
Ooh, you want it double bad, huh? Okay, two grunts will mean "no". Three grunts means "cheese". Can you say cheese?

Manly Naked Beast:
[grunts] [grunts] [grunts]

Xavier:
I've got to prioritize these words right. Let's see -- Four grunts will mean "prioritize".

Manly Naked Beast:
[grunts] [grunts] [grunts] [grunts]

Xavier:
And that's how you say "clock".

Xavier:
Well, I think I taught you every word and stretch there is. Say cheese.

Manly Naked Beast:
[grunts] [grunts] [grunts]

Xavier:
So, what do you want to do now?

Manly Naked Beast:
[grunts] [grunts] [grunts] [grunts] [grunts]

Xavier:
WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO COMMIT SUICIDE?!

[Manly Naked Beast shoots himself splitting into two people]

Xavier:
I know you crave release from your misery, but you've just doubled your depression.

[one of the two Manly Naked Beasts chainsawed and hang himself to death growing more manly naked beasts into quadruples]

Xavier:
You've just quadrupled your squagmire.

[all of the tiny manly naked beasts suicide themselves into a woodchipper]

Xavier:
Your immortality is a cursed cage. Death is the gift you shan't receive.

Xavier:
I heard about your tragic mix-ups, and I'm here to help.

Guard:
Sir, this is private property. The company has a policy of not cottoning to freaks around these parts.

Xavier:
You've obviously got something to hide. Maybe you're doing damage to this beautiful ecosystem. Well, I'm gonna go above your head and find out.

[Xavier lays down his head to Mother Earth's hearings]

Xavier:
What's that, Mother Earth? You say this factory is poisoning you? And you need my help? What's that? You want me to repeat everything you say? Sure. I'd love to hear a joke. Who's there? Banana who? Banana who? Banana...

[Two Hours Later]

Xavier:
Banana Who?! Orange-na whom? [chuckles] I am pretty glad. I'm gonna let you go. Okay. Yeah. Okay. Okay. Okay, bye.