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  •  Townswoman: You're the stranger, (4+ / 0-)
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    SarahLee, sardonyx, ek hornbeck, plf515

    ain'tcha? Are you looking for a nice, clean place to stay?
    E. K. Hornbeck: Madam, I had a nice clean place to stay... and I left it, to come here.

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    Henry Drummond: But all you have to do is knock on any door and say, "If you let me in, I'll live the way you want me to live, and I'll think the way you want me to think," and all the blinds'll go up and all the windows will open, and you'll never be lonely, ever again.

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    Henry Drummond: You poor slob! You're all alone. When you go to your grave, there won't be anybody to pull the grass up over your head. Nobody to mourn you. Nobody to give a damn. You're all alone.
    E. K. Hornbeck: You're wrong, Henry. You'll be there. You're the type. Who else would defend my right to be lonely?

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    E. K. Hornbeck: Looks like you're going out in a blaze of glory counselor. You were pretty impressive for a while there today, Henry. "Your Honor, after a while you'll be setting man against man, creed against creed" etc, etc, ad nauseam unquote. AHH, Henry! why don't you wake up? Darwin was Wrong! Man's still an ape. His creed still a totem pole. When he first achieved the upright position he took a look at the stars... thought they were something to eat. When he couldn't reach them, he thought they were groceries belonging to a bigger creature... that's how Jehovah was born.

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    E. K. Hornbeck: Mr. Brady, it is the duty of a newspaper to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.

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    Henry Drummond: I don't swear for the hell of it. Language is a poor enough means of communication. We've got to use all the words we've got. Besides, there are damn few words anybody understands.

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    E. K. Hornbeck: He that sups with the devil must have a long spoon.
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    Henry Drummond: Hornbeck, I'm getting tired of you. You never push a noun against a verb without trying to blow up something.

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    E. K. Hornbeck: [to Drummond] Hello, Devil. Welcome to Hell.

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    Henry Drummond: Ever been in love Hornbeck?
    E. K. Hornbeck: Only with the sound of my own voice, thank God.

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    ek hornbeck, He's the only man I know who can strut sitting down.  

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