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Christmas three years ago I gave my brother-in-law a wallet as a gift. He and my sister were having a rough time that year-- he lost his job, their baby needed an operation-- so I put some cash in the wallet to help them out. This year at our family Christmas get together, I opened a box from my brother-in-law and I found --the same wallet! I kept a straight face and thanked him casually without saying anything. Then I walked into the dining room and checked the inner compartment. My 800 bucks was still in there! I could have really thanked him-- and had a Christmas blow-out with the cash! But they still needed money more than I did, so I called my sister out of the family room and gave her the $800. You should have seen her face! She laughed so hard she finally had to tell everybody what her husband had done, so they could laugh too. I guess I'd advise that

that if you are going to re-gift something, at least take a good look at what it is you were given.

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Very few of us get through life without making mistakes, and very few of us are aware of our internal contradictions until some crisis makes it impossible for us to ignore them. I love my daughter, but I recognize now that it was the stress of being a new father that started my slide into depression. The depression led to getting fired from a job-- which I was too depressed to admit, even to myself. Which led to me lying to my wife about it. Which ultimately led to my divorce. So-- would I have been better off without my daughter? Maybe. Maybe if I had waited till later, if my job and my relationship had been more stable-- maybe then I could have dealt with the stress. But that later child wouldn't have been Amy, and she's the one I love. Or maybe I was bound to crash anyway. Something else would have pushed me over the edge. Or maybe going through depression and divorce and landing in the pit of Hell was the price I had to pay to get myself into counseling and onto the right medication, and the sooner I did that the better. Would I give up my daughter to go back to before? To the job, the marriage? The inner contradictions, waiting to explode? No, I would not. I hit a bad patch, and I wasn't able to steer though it. My life went bust, and my wife jumped clear of the wreck. Maybe we should have known better than to have a child together-- or maybe neither of us should be a parent at all. But Amy was born, and she's the most important thing in our separate lives. We'll do the best we can for her. We're trying to raise her right.

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Why am I worried about wiretapping if I haven't done anything wrong? What have I got to hide? I'm relatively guilt-free as people go, pretty much law-abiding compared to the average. But think: what's being done with all that "data mining?" PR firms buy it, so they can target their ads. I don't like being a target for ads. Political consultants use the data to figure out how to word their message to get my vote. Hey! I'd rather be told the truth than told what I want to hear. But mostly, I think that it's important that we protect the guilty. Because a lot of the guilty are in power and represent us in the Congress, the Judiciary and even the press. Most of the "guilty" have small sins, or sins that we have gotten along with and are no threat to the nation. But sins enough so that blackmail, and the threat of job loss, can keep those people under control. Isn't it strange how tame the Democrats have been lately? Or how much the press sounds like hired pitchmen? Maybe that's how the information is being used.

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When did we turn into a country of crybabies? So there are people who want to kill us! So what? If Osama wants to cut my head off, let him come try it! I'll be at my door with my gun and my machete, with my neighbors right beside me! But this "fight them over there so we won't have to fight them here" stuff is crap. Bin Laden doesn't have an air force. No way can his suiciders hijack enough planes to do more than a wasp-sting's worth of damage-- not to The Home of The Brave. Don't we have guts any more? The Republicans want to tear up the constitution and blame liberals, but who was the last liberal in the White House? FDR? We've thrown trillions at the military and elected "tough guy" politicians, and all we have to show for it is a reputation as hypocrites and bullies. The world watches us shoot off our mouths and our weaponry-- then watches our corrupt corporations steal billions replacing what we explode. Back off, George Bush. Get your greedy hands off my Constitution, or I'll defend my rights the way my ancestors defended theirs against King George. How many general strikers and protesters can you disappear into your prison camps? How many patriots silence with torture? Not enough! When faced with a lockdown, the American answer is: "Give me liberty or give me death!"

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I went into my local bank this week and saw a big sign that from now on they will charge a $15 fee for cashing checks for someone without a bank account there. Why? Why is this legal? Personal checks I can see, they may be fake. But a paycheck from Wal-Mart? A tax refund? The bank knows that check is pretty darn sure to go through, doesn't it? The policy's a rip off, penalizing the poor for being poor. Respectable banks are joining rent-to-own shops, check-cashing joints, loan sharks, numbers runners and the state lotteries-- deliberately targeting the poor. Why not? Take advantage! They went to bad schools, they're gullible: why not con poor people out of the little they have? Overdrafts are the biggest scam. The bank explains it like they are doing you a service by letting the transaction go through-- but really, they're piling up fees. They allow the big transaction that dips your balance below zero, then they bounce all the little ones and charge fees that are bigger than the checks you wrote when you thought you had the money. Banks and finance companies operate completely backwards. They charge the most for people who are the least able to afford it. Wealthy people get their fees written off-- they can be overdrawn by thousands! In our country, rich people get privileges, and poor people are despised. I don't understand this. Is it Social Darwinism? Our Calvinist heritage? What is it that invites us to abuse the poor? It's as if poverty itself is a crime, and proof that the person's not worthy.

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INSTRUCTOR: Bopping Bobbi

You see that girl over there, in the tight pants? Woman, I guess: she's been around too long to be a girl, now. That's Bobbi. She has this thing for bus drivers. She hangs around the yard here, waiting for a driver to take her out back in a bus. When they first told me about Bobbi, I thought it was a joke. I mean I'd heard about girls who were that way about police; but there's a screwy kind of sense to that, you know? A cop's a hero, a big man with a gun - but a bus driver? Old ones, fat ones, Bobbi doesn't care: it's the uniform she's after. She used to wait for me on my 2:15 trip. I'd say, "Hey, I'm a married man!" Sometimes it makes you wonder, though. Suppose a driver really liked her: asked her out on a date, took her to a motel. Once he got his clothes off, would she lose interest? Anyway, I tell the guys I break in not to take advantage of her, 'cause she's sick in the head. But the funny thing is, there's always been one. Before this Bobbi here, there was old Joan, and another one before her. Guess it goes back as long as there's been busses.

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As Good As It Gets

written by James L. Brooks

Melvin Udall: Never, never, interrupt me, okay? Not if there's a fire, not even if you hear the sound of a thud from my home and one week later there's a smell coming from there that can only be a decaying human body and you have to hold a hanky to your face because the stench is so thick that you think you're going to faint. Even then, don't come knocking. Or, if it's election night, and you're excited and you wanna celebrate because some fudgepacker that you date has been elected the first queer president of the United States and he's going to have you down to Camp David, and you want someone to share the moment with. Even then, don't knock. Not on this door. Not for ANY reason. Do you get me, sweetheart?

Simon Bishop (Greg Kinnear): It's not a subtle point that you're making.

The Boiler Room

written by Ben Younger

Seth Davis: I read this article a while back, it said the Microsoft employs more millionaire secretaries than any other company in the world. they chose stock options over Christmas bonuses. It was a good move. I remember there was this photo of one of the groundskeepers standing next to his Ferrari. You see shit lke this, and you just can't see. Makes you think its possible even easy. And you turn on the TV and there's just more of it. The 87 million dollar lottery winner. That kid actor who just made 20 million on his last movie. The Internet stock that shot through the roof. You could have made millions off it if you just got in early. And that's exactly what I wanted to do. Get in. I didn't want to be an innovator. I just wanted to make the quick, easy buck. I just wanted in. The Notorious BIG put it best. "Your either slingin crack rock, or you got a wicked jump shot." Nobody wants to work for it anymore. There's no honor in taking that after-school job at Mickey-Dee's. The honor's in the dollar kid. So in the whiteboy way of slingin crack rock, I became a stockbroker.

Chasing Amy

written by Kevin Smith

Alyssa: Oh Holden. That time is over for me. I've been there. I've done it. And I didn't find what I was looking for in any of it. I found that in you - in us. Doing this won't help you forget about the things you're hung up on. It'll create more.

Holden: No it won't. I thought about all of that.

Alyssa: No, it will. Maybe you'll see me differently from then on - maybe you'll despise me for going along with it, once you're in the moment. Maybe I'll moan differently and then you'll resent Banky, and become suspicious of us. Or you'll alienate him because of it, and then grow to blame and hate me for the deterioration of your friendship. Or what if- I sincerely doubt it, but what if - I saw something in Banky that I never saw before, and fell in love with him and left you. I've been down roads like this before; many times. I know you feel doing this will broaden your horizons and give you experience. But I've had those experiences on my own. I can't accompany you on your's. I'm past that now. Or maybe I just love you too much. And I feel hurt and let down that you'd want to share me with anyone. Because I never wanted to share you. Regardless I can't be a part of this. Or you. Not anymore I love you. I always will. Know that. (slaps him) But I'm not your fucking whore.



Collateral

written by Stuart Beattie

Max: But you didn't answer my question. You like what you do?

Annie: (pause) Yeah.

Max: But not today?

Annie: No, I do. Like I can't wait. I love standing in that courtroom. At the same time I get this clenched up thing the night before the first days.

Max: Clenched up? How?

Annie: I think I'm gonna loose. I think the case sucks. My exhibits aren't in order. I'm not prepared enough. People are going to find out that I don't know what I'm doing and I've been running some charade all these years. I represent the Department of Justice, and my opening statement is gonna fall flat at the most important point and the jury is going to laugh at me. And then I cry. I don't throw up, a lot of people throw up, I have a strong stomache. And then I pull myself together, I rewrite my opening statement, work my exhibits. And that's what I do for the rest of the night. That's my routine. In the morning it starts and I'm fine.

Max: You need a vacation.

Annie: I just had a vacation on the Harbor Freeway.