Originally posted by IrishPokerDog: With 64 building up the game reserve prior to open season, I suppose the Noles, buzzards and worms around here will be gettin' overserved.....
That reminds me of some quotes from one of my favorite movies, The Moderator Sixty-Four:
Semp: I wish we had time to bury them fellas. 64: To hell with them fellas. Buzzards gotta eat, same as worms.
64: When I get to likin' someone, they ain't around long. IPD: I notice when you get to dislikin' someone they ain't around for long neither.
JD: The game's over. Our side won the game. Now we must busy ourselves winning the off-season. And 64, there's an old saying: To the victors belong the spoils. 64: There's another old saying, perv: Don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining.
Swami: You're wanted, 64. 64: Reckon I'm right popular. You a Gator mod? Swami: A man's got to do something for a living these days. 64: Dyin' ain't much of a living, boy.
Semp: You can't get 'em all, 64. 64: That's a fact. Semp: How come you're doing this, then? 64: Because I ain't got nothin' better to do.
64: I'm gettin' better at sneaking up on you like this. Only an Indian can do something like this. JD: That's what I figured. 64: You figured? JD: Only an Indian could do something like that. [64 hears a gun cock behind him; turns and sees N2L] 64: It's not right; this damn woman doing something like this to me. I used to have power. Now old age is creeping up on me. JD: More like old habits than old age.
[putting 56 on a horse and sending him into the enemy camp] 64: This boy was brought up in a time of blood and dying and never questioned a bit of it. He never turned his back on his folks or his kind. I rode with him ... and I got no complaints. The blue bellies will give ya a better burial than I can, boy.
Shaolin: How did you know which one was goin' to flame the board first? 64: Well, that one in the center: he had a bigger post count and he was in no itchin' hurry. And the one second from the left: he had scared eyes, he wasn't gonna do nothin'. But that one on the far left: he had crazy eyes. Figured him to make the first move. Shaolin: How 'bout the one on the right? 64: Never paid him no mind; you were there. Shaolin: I could have missed.
N2L: Good morning, 64. 64: Get ready, little lady. Hell is coming to breakfast
Homer: 64's not a hard man to track. Leaves dead men wherever he goes.