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Cyrus 2022-04-29 06:01:01
It seems that person likes cake very much.
7.3 points, a collection of short horror films adapted from Stephen King’s novels, with a total of 6 short stories. 1. Do you just want to eat cake? This giant baby father crawled out of the grave and killed the whole family, just remembering his Father's Day cake? 2. I was accidentally greened by...
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Cullen 2022-04-29 06:01:01
what are friends for?
Among the six stories, the most pleasing is "The rising tide drowns you" and "The box".
Comparing the two, the "box" is more memorable.
Suffocating love, embarrassing friendship, murder with a knife, laboratory murder... I
haven't seen Stephen King's work. I don't know it, but I was taken aback at...
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Henry: Just tell it to call you Billie, you bitch!
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Upson Pratt: Reynolds? White? Talk to me!
Lenora Castonmeyer: I just called to tell you what a monster you are, Mr. Pratt. And how I will rejoice when you're finally dead!
Upson Pratt: Lots of people are going to rejoice when I'm dead. Who are you?
Lenora Castonmeyer: Lenora Castonmeyer. I'm the wife of the man you murdered this afternoon.
Upson Pratt: Mrs. Castonmeyer! How are you?
Lenora Castonmeyer: I hope they keep hell hot for you! You son of a bitch! I hope they do. It wasn't enough for you drive him to his knees was it? No, you had to kill him as well! He came home... and his eyes...
[Upson Pratt begins making violin motions]
Lenora Castonmeyer: his eyes were so dead. I asked him what was wrong, what could be so bad to make his eyes look that way. And the only word he could say... was your name. Ten minutes later, I heard the shot
[begins sobbing hysterically]
Upson Pratt: Yes, George Gendron told me old Norman went out... with a bang.
Lenora Castonmeyer: How many men have you destroyed? How many men have you killed you monster?
Upson Pratt: Only the stupid ones. Only the ones who handed me a knife and then stretched out their throats. Only the ones who, if you'll pardon the expression, fucked up. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got this bug problem. So we'll have to defer your charming conversation for another time.
Lenora Castonmeyer: I hope you die!
Upson Pratt: By the way...
Lenora Castonmeyer: I hope you get cancer in the worst place!
Upson Pratt: Mrs. Castonmeyer...
Lenora Castonmeyer: Syphilis! Leprosy! Scream in hell forever, you monster!
Upson Pratt: Mrs. Katzenjammer... would you mind telling me who gave you my private number? I'd like to fire him.
Lenora Castonmeyer: It was in my husbands address book, you son of a bitch!
Upson Pratt: Well, I can't fire him can I?
