ULTRAIST STUDIOS

Johnny California posted this over at MillarWorld yesterday.
I’ve copy and pasted it here for posterity.

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In GOODFELLAS, here’s what Henry Hill says at the end:

The hardest thing was to leave the life.
I love the life. We were treated like movie stars with muscle.
We had it all. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along.
I had bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen.
I had a bowl of coke next to the bed.
Anything I wanted was a phone call away.
Free cars. Keys to a dozen hideouts all over the city.
I’d bet ten grand over a weekend then blow the winnings in a week
or go to sharks to pay the bookies.
Didn’t matter. It didn’t mean anything.
When I was broke I would go rob some more.
We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges.
Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking.
And now it’s all over.

That’s the hardest part. Today everything is different.
There’s no action. I have to wait around like everyone else.
Can’t even get decent food. After I got here I ordered
spaghetti with marinara sauce…
…and I got egg noodles with ketchup.

I’m an average nobody.

I get to live the rest of
my life like a schnook.

In TRAINSPOTTING, here are Renton’s last words before the credits:

“So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I’m a bad person, but that’s going to change, I’m going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on, going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.”

In the middle of FIGHT CLUB, Tyler’s speech:

“I see in fight club the strongest and
smartest men who have ever lived –
an entire generation pumping gas and
waiting tables; or they’re slaves
with white collars.
Advertisements have them chasing cars
and clothes, working jobs they hate
so they can buy shit they don’t need.
We are the middle children of
history, with no purpose or place.
We have no great war, or great
depression. The great war is a
spiritual war. The great depression
is our lives. We were raised by
television to believe that we’d be
millionaires and movie gods and rock
stars — but we won’t. And we’re
learning that fact. And we’re very,
very pissed-off.
We are the quiet young men who listen
until it’s time to decide.”