time for bed

Fredrick 2022-04-23 07:01:07

I brushed Django and the Hateful Eight for two days in a row, and got caught up with black people and the Civil War. The familiar Zhang Hui is back. samuel jackson with rap. The first time so ruffian tim roth. In a three-hour film, even if there are only two scenes of the carriage and minnie's shop, and the endless snow scene, it will not be boring.
The candy in the cracks of the floor that samuel jackson saw, there are dead people everywhere, this is a reasoning film with a visual sense of Conan; this is a macaroni action film. With just the right soundtrack, this is the one and only Quentin.
I'll admit that I'm a nerd.

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The Hateful Eight quotes

  • Jody: [to Minnie] Judy said something about the best coffee in the world?

    Oswaldo Mobray: [smiles] Yes, I do believe Judy did say something about the best coffee in the world!

    Minnie Mink: [laughs] Well, I don't know 'bout all that. But I'll tell ya what it is: it's hot and it's strong and it's good! And in this snow it sure enough warms your ass up!

  • Major Marquis Warren: Beggin' for his life, your boy told me his whole Life Story. And YOU, was in that story General. And when I knew me I had the son, of the Bloody Nigger Killer of Baton Rouge, I knew me I was gonna have some fun! It was COLD the day I killed your boy. And I don't mean snowy mountain in Wyoming cold... Colder than that. And on that cold day, with your boy at the business end of my gun barrel... I made him STRIP. Right down to his bare ass. Then I told him to start walkin'. I walked his naked ass for two hours... 'fore the cold collapsed him. Then he commits to beggin' again. But this time, he wasn't beggin' to go home. He knew he'd never see his home again. And he wasn't beggin' for his life neither, 'cause he knew that was long gone. All he wanted, was a BLANKET. Now don't judge your boy too harshly, General. You ain't never been cold as your boy was that day. You'd be surprised; what a man that cold, would-do-for-a-blanket. You wanna know what your boy did? I pulled my BIG, BLACK, PECKER outta my pants. And I made him crawl in the snow on all fours over to it. Then I grabbed a handful of that black hair at the back of his head... And I stuck my Big Black Johnson right down his goddamn throat! And it was fulla' blood... so it was warm. Oh, you bet your sweet ass it was warm. And Charles Chester Smithers sucked on that warm black dingus for as loong as he could. Hahahaahaha! Startin' to see pictures, ain't ya?