bobble-head Sam Waterson (don't ask)
I'm having hallucinations, this time worse then anything I can remember that wasn't caused by a week of no sleep. So I couldn't go to school today. Also, I missed Thursday because I couldn't walk. This is not good.
Lots of weird shit going on, none of it staying in my head long enough to post. And my minset has been just this side of too serious to be fully happy. Yuck.
So to go with my mindset (and because I've run out of funny/light hearted drama with silly banter, not to mention attempting to shake a rather peculiar image from my crazy-brain), I present you quotes from Law and Order 6x23, because even though the whole episode is depressing on every level, it's got that whole moral-delema from both perspectives that caused so much contraversy and a lot of character bulding. But I did have to skip the parts with Curtis, because even though I think Benjamin Bratt kicks ass, I can't watch something on that level of compleat moronic jackass-ery. Maybe it's just because the other three (McCoy, Briscoe and Kincaid), I understand, but Curtis crosses a line that I can't comprehend.
- I'm not sure how I feel about how this episode left the relationship between McCoy and Kincaid. One one hand, I get really anoyed when a show about crime solving (or anything that's not supposed to be a soap) spends more time on who's sleeping with whom. On the other, they really get along and respect each other and I think they could have done it so it was something that happened off-screen and was mentioned in passing without being a big production.
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Cathy: Figured, you know, what the hell?
Sam: She wants you, Lennie.
Briscoe: She's my kid, dipstick.
Geller: "The law must be stable, but should never stand still." It's not an absolute. It's not like physics.
Kincaid: But state-sanctioned killing?
Geller: Is the penicillin of the '90s.
Geller: What do you think the law is, anyway?
Kincaid: A way of bringing order to the chaos.
Geller: It's society's way of slapping itself on the back. "Look what a great job we're doing. Look how civilized we've become."
Kincaid: It's not superiority. It's conviction! And what happened this morning is gonna stick with me for the rest of my life!
Kincaid: And since when is conviction a character flaw?
Geller: When it turns into self-congratulatory depression.
Geller: You can quit the profession, Claire. You just can't quit the human race.
McCoy: When I was about eight, he took me down to his pub. He put a sawbuck on the son and heir. You know, sonny against anyone in the room. And you whipped their butts. Three in the men's room door. Eight years old, what do you want? I spent the next three weeks in the basement. I haven't lost since. In my family, losing was not an option.
Van Buren: You know, Claire, if I thought I could get some kind of divine guidance by watching them run poison through that bum's veins, I would have made the trip, but the fact that you're here tells me my decision to stay away was the right one.
McCoy: Sometimes my mother had to lock herself in the basement.
(Bar Guy): Son of a bitch hit her?
McCoy: Ten years. I'm still scared of those hands. He smoked like a chimney. Cancer. He'd lay there in that hospital room, with tubes coming out of his arms. They pumped him full of morphine, so he wouldn't know how much he hurt. He didn't know where he was. This tough... He just lay there. He was breathing, and then he was gone. I don't know why I'm talking about this. I never talk about this. Let's play darts.
McCoy: What does that say?
Briscoe: It says she isn't coming, whoever she is.
McCoy: What makes you think...
Briscoe: Twenty-five years on the force. At least she's Irish.
Briscoe: She hates my guts.
(Bar Guy): The weather lady?
Briscoe: No, my kid. Her mother cheats around on me, and she hates my guts.
Kincaid: You've been drinking.
Briscoe: That's what's causing this!
(Bar Guy): This your kid?
Briscoe: Let's see. Do you hate my guts? ... I guess not.
(...)
Briscoe: You know, it wouldn't be so terrible.
Kincaid: What's that?
Briscoe: If you were my kid.
Kincaid: I guess I should take that as a compliment.
Briscoe: Hey, you're smart, you're pretty, you got a good job, and you don't hate my guts.
Van Buren: It was a day like any other, except today the state of New York put a man to death. He deserved whatever happened to him. A 26-year-old girl rear-ended him in traffic. He raped and murdered her. I suppose I should feel good about the execution, or bad, or guilty, or something, but I don't. A crowd of people stood and cheered when he raped her. They were supposedly good people, and they did absolutely nothing. Then he beat her to death with a tire iron. And today the state of New York got its revenge. It's not enough, and it's too much.
And now for two other TV related bitching points;
- Big Bang Theory; did anyone else get the impression that whole creepy Raj fantasizing about the squeeky girl was an excuese to get away with the dance sequance?
- Mr. Sunshine; I liked the pilot, although it felt like Matthew Perry took all my favorite aspects of his character in Studio 60 and used them in this. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. It was cute. And if it manages to stay the way it was set up, it won't make it past a full season. Suck is the way of comedy with quazi non-PC humor.
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