Showing posts with label Resolution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Resolution. Show all posts

Monday, 7 January 2019

Tilting at Windmills









Tilting at Windmills

I see What You Did There -

I love Qixotic Jokes.















ROOSEVELT: 
Where's Jax?
I hear he's your new president.

CHIBS: 
He's not here.

What do you want?

ROOSEVELT: 
Are you guys aware of the violence that's happening in Charming?

Two home invasions in less than a week.

CHIBS: 
Contrary to popular belief... we can read.

TIG: 
Why, you think we had something to do with it?

ROOSEVELT: 
Three weeks ago an unidentified man ran down Veronica Pope in what we can assume was an attempted hit on Laroy Wayne.

No witnesses came forward yet, but... some folks are saying that they saw the One-Niners chasing after a group of guys on motorcycles.

CHIBS: 
Really?

ROOSEVELT: 
First home invasion was Lynette Brice, one of your croweaters.

2:30 this morning, Wade Steiner was attacked in his own kitchen.

He's a mechanic here at the TM.

Do you, uh, see the pattern here?

If these home invasions are retaliation by Pope or the Niners...

TIG: 
We ain't heard of any beefs, man.

ROOSEVELT: 
No?

TIG: 
No.

ROOSEVELT: 
Hm.

Then who would attack your auto parts truck outside of Modesto last night?

HAPPY: 
Angry Pirates.

ROOSEVELT: 
I don't give a shit if Pope blows up every goddamn truck of yours, but not in my quadrant.

One innocent gets hurt, and I make Pope look like an altar boy, you understand?

CHIBS: 
I see what you did there.

I love Catholic jokes.

TIG: 
You know, remember the two nuns?

CHIBS: 
Yeah.

TIG: - 
They walk into a dyke bar... 

CHIBS: - 
Hey! Bobby!

(laughing)





Monday, 7 May 2018

The Cactus







“I asked Mel to present this award for me for a reason.

When I couldn’t get sober, he told me not to give up hope and encouraged me to find my faith. 

It didn’t have to be his or anyone else’s as long as it was rooted in forgiveness

And I couldn’t get hired, so he cast me in the lead of a movie that was actually developed for him. 

He kept a roof over my head and food on the table and most importantly he said if I accepted responsibility for my wrongdoing and embraced that part of my soul that was ugly — hugging the cactus he calls it — he said that if I hugged the cactus long enough, I’d become A Man of some substance.

So, I did, and it worked.

All he asked in return was that someday I help The Next Guy in some small way. 

...it’s reasonable to assume at the time he didn’t imagine the next guy would be him or that someday was tonight. 

So anyway on this special occasion and in light of the recent holidays, including   Columbus Day, I would ask that you join me, unless you are completely without sin in which case you picked the wrong f—ing industry, in forgiving my friend his trespasses and offering him the same clean slate you have me, allowing him to continue his great and ongoing contribution to our collective art without shame. 

He’s hugged the cactus long enough.”