Don’t listen to the Spice Girls. If you wanna be my lover, you gotta: A, stay the hell away from my friends. B, swear not to name our kids after locations.

Am I in the clear if I wanna name our kids after superheroes instead? I always thought Kal-El would make a pretty good name for a son. Maybe even a daughter.

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"You don’t really look too good.. I mean I know it’s hot out
             there but I didn’t think it was that hot. Care to stop in for a water? It’s free.

      “Oh, yeah, that’d be swell. I’m not feelin’ so hot…uh. Not literally.
          Cause it’s pretty hot out and so am I. You get me. Some water
          would be great.

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"Can ya’ put this dollar in the jar by that clown? I like the cause they’re rootin’ for but no matter how great it could be, there’s no way in hell that m’going anywhere near that.”


Aw, man. No way. You tellin’ me you’re scared of those guys? They’re harmless. Uh-uh. I ain’t putting that dollar there. You, ma’am, are gonna learn to face your fears. You can do it. I believe in you.

  ·bunnymedic  ·v:tbd


"Try this and tell me if you like it."


            “I’m slightly concerned that you’re not telling me what 'this' is, but I think I trust you. Lay it on me. After hesitating a moment, he shut his eyes and opened his mouth, waiting for the food with all the anxious helplessness of an infant.

"It’s four in the fucking morning!"

shaun of the dead sentence meme

        “Four-thirty, actually!” Grin wide and extra cheesy, he gave her a thumbs up. Though his eyes were obscured by shutter shades, they glittered with glee just the same. “C’mon, sister, don’t be a party pooper!” he shouted over the music. More than one can of Pabst lay near his feet. 

        “Good music doesn’t know the meaning of time." His one-man party continued as he shimmied on the spot. She wouldn’t have to put up with him for much longer. He had to catch a plane back to France in just a few hours. She was guaranteed at least two weeks of silent nights.

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"The only thing that will redeem mankind is cooperation."

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        He nods, tongue pressed into his cheek as he strokes the length of his jaw with a thumb and forefinger. His eyes stare out into space as he thinks over her words. “Well, you’re not wrong.”

        With a small laugh, he rolls one of his shoulders sheepishly. “Isn’t that a little too philosophical?” His caterpillar brows knit together, but his smile remains.  The conversation has taken a weird turn, but he’s not entirely perturbed by it. Just slightly surprised. It doesn’t mean, however, that he won’t tease her about it. “It’s not nearly late enough at night for me to think about the future of mankind.”

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Shaun of the Dead Sentence Meme


"You’ve got red on you."
"There is no "I" in team, but there is an "I" in pie. And there’s an "I" in meat pie. Anagram of meat is team — I don’t know what he’s talking about."
"It’s four in the fucking morning!"
"What’s the plan, then?"
"I have to know if she’s alright!"
"If we hole up, I wanna be somewhere familiar, I wanna know where the exits are, and I wanna be allowed to smoke."
"Have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over"
"How’s that for a slice of fried gold?"
"Yeah, boyyeeee!"
"Any zombies out there?"
"I can’t see any, maybe it’s not as bad as that."
"Oh. No, there they are."
"The only thing that will redeem mankind is cooperation."
"I’m not staying here."
"I think you should go."
"Do you want anything from the shop?"
"Feel free to step up any time!"
"Okay. But dogs CAN look up!"
"Who died and made you king of the fucking zombies?"
"Why didn’t you just shoot him, man?"
"Come and get it! It’s a running buffet!"
"Next time I see him, he’s dead."
"You know, I don’t think I’ve got it in me to shoot my flatmate, my mum, and my girlfriend all in the same night."
"Well, they were a bit — bitey."
"We may have to kill my step-dad"
"Oh, for God’s sake! He’s got an arm off!"
"How can you put your faith in a man you spectacularly binned for being unreliable?"
"Bash ‘em in the head. That seems to work."
"That wasn’t true. Made it up. Shouldn’t have done. Sorry."
"You’re the one that’s gone from being a chartered accountant to Charlton Heston!"
"Do you believe everything you hear on TV?"
"It’s been a funny sort of day, hasn’t it?"
"Haven’t you ever heard of a shortcut before?"
"It’s not the end of the world."
"For a hero, you’re quite a hypocrite" 
"I’ve got nothing."
"Don’t point that gun at my mum!"
"For fuck’s sake!"


"Oh, yeah, no, clear as rain." Smiling now, because smiling gets people to think you’re, you know, actually telling the truth. Nearby was a cart with papers. She didn’t want to be rude, but she did need to figure out if she’d still be able to get into that flat she faked some forms on, and though the guy showed basic signs of decency…

"Sorry, were you in a rush to get anywhere?" 

His head shook briefly with small, quick motions, lower lip jut out pensively. “I’ve gotta be somewhere sometime—everyone does—but not in a rush.” He smiled blankly, a hand resting lazily in the pocket not occupied by his phone. It took him a moment or two to redecipher her question. “Oh. Are you saying you've got somewhere you need to be?” His eyebrows rose in question. “Go right ahead! Nothing tying you down here. Roam free, roam safe.”