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[mefuselah]

- Istos mundus NUNC pronunciaba mendacio!..
- Island? You mean, Ireland? - Aye. It's mine. - You're a madman, aren't you? - Ah-ha-ha... I've come to the right place then!..
- I didn't like him anyway. He wasn't right... in the head...
- C'est l'amour, no?
- He's yours...but make it quick... - You remember me? - That was my right! Prima nocta! My right! - Your right... ha... your right... *crash**crash**crash**spit*
- If we can't GET them out... we will BREED them out...
- I want all Englishmen to come before this army, present their heads between their legs and kiss their own arse.
- William Wallace is seven feet tall, killing Englishmen by hoondreds, casting thoonderbolts from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse...
- ...and tell them: Scotland is yours no more. Tell them, Scotland is free!
Помру щас. Скончаюсь. Совершенно словами не передаваемые гибсоновские глаза при доставании нунчаков и при трахеотомии магистрата.
И вообще. Аблах а сассенах! Белое на синем против красного на белом! К черту проклятых Плантагенетов и да воссияет над нашими скалистыми горами и покрытыми изумрудной муравой холмами меч Брюса и венец Брюса. Вот так.

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[mefuselah.livejournal.com]

ой. да.
а пушкин - это чувак, который написал про "у лукоморья".