Votes for women, step in time!
(Source: kuma-mon)
awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:
Stephen Fry and Lady Gaga
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Max Ernst: Napoleon in the Wilderness, 1941 - Oil on canvas (MoMA)
Themed Party Challenge 6: Dance
Numfar, do the dance of joy!
(Source: elikapeka)
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BARTLET: [motions to the agents] Would you ask the agents to seal the cathedral for a minute? Leo looks at him. LEO: Yeah. Leo walks towards the agents. As Bartlet waits, we hear the sound of several heavy doors closing. Bartlet turns back towards the altar. BARTLET: [tired] You’re a son of a bitch, you know that? He slowly walks up the center aisle. BARTLET She bought her first new car and you hit her with a drunk driver. What, was that supposed to be funny? “You can’t conceive, nor can I, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God,” says Graham Greene. I don’t know who’s ass he was kissing there ‘cause I think you’re just vindictive. What was Josh Lyman? A warning shot? That was my son. What did I ever do to yours but praise his glory and praise his name? There’s a tropical storm that’s gaining speed and power. They say we haven’t had a storm this bad since you took out that tender ship of mine in the north Atlantic last year… 68 crew. You know what a tender ship does? Fixes the other ships. Doesn’t even carry guns. Just goes around, fixes the other ships and delivers that mail. That’s all it can do. [angry] Gratias tibi ago, domine. Yes, I lied. It was a sin. [holds out arms] I’ve committed many sins. Have I displeased you, you feckless thug? 3.8 million new jobs, that wasn’t good? Bailed out Mexico, increased foreign trade, 30 million new acres of land for conservation, put Mendoza on the bench, we’re not fighting a war, I’ve raised three children…He ascends the stairs to the Inner Sanctuary. BARTLET: [pleading] That’s not enough to buy me out of the doghouse? Haec credam a deo pio? A deo iusto? A deo scito? He stops at the top of the stairs and extends his arms. BARTLET: Cruciatus in crucem! Tuus in terra servus nuntius fui officium perfeci. [angry] Cruciatus in crucem. [waves dismissively] Eas in crucem! Bartlet turns away in anger. He descends to the lower sanctuary and lights a cigarette. He takes a single puff, drops the butt to the floor, and grinds it defiantly with his shoe. He looks back at the altar. BARTLET: [betrayed] You get Hoynes! Bartlet holds back tears as he walks down the aisle.
Nothing will ever top this. Nothing.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li385yJj9E1qfgzwho1_500.gif)
BARTLET: [motions to the agents] Would you ask the agents to seal the cathedral for a minute?
Leo looks at him.
LEO: Yeah.
Leo walks towards the agents. As Bartlet waits, we hear the sound of several heavy doors closing. Bartlet turns back towards the altar.
BARTLET: [tired] You’re a son of a bitch, you know that? He slowly walks up the center aisle. BARTLET She bought her first new car and you hit her with a drunk driver. What, was that supposed to be funny? “You can’t conceive, nor can I, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God,” says Graham Greene. I don’t know who’s ass he was kissing there ‘cause I think you’re just vindictive. What was Josh Lyman? A warning shot? That was my son. What did I ever do to yours but praise his glory and praise his name? There’s a tropical storm that’s gaining speed and power. They say we haven’t had a storm this bad since you took out that tender ship of mine in the north Atlantic last year… 68 crew. You know what a tender ship does? Fixes the other ships. Doesn’t even carry guns. Just goes around, fixes the other ships and delivers that mail. That’s all it can do. [angry] Gratias tibi ago, domine. Yes, I lied. It was a sin. [holds out arms] I’ve committed many sins. Have I displeased you, you feckless thug? 3.8 million new jobs, that wasn’t good? Bailed out Mexico, increased foreign trade, 30 million new acres of land for conservation, put Mendoza on the bench, we’re not fighting a war, I’ve raised three children…
He ascends the stairs to the Inner Sanctuary.
BARTLET: [pleading] That’s not enough to buy me out of the doghouse? Haec credam a deo pio? A deo iusto? A deo scito?
He stops at the top of the stairs and extends his arms.
BARTLET: Cruciatus in crucem! Tuus in terra servus nuntius fui officium perfeci. [angry] Cruciatus in crucem. [waves dismissively] Eas in crucem!
Bartlet turns away in anger. He descends to the lower sanctuary and lights a cigarette. He takes a single puff, drops the butt to the floor, and grinds it defiantly with his shoe. He looks back at the altar.
BARTLET: [betrayed] You get Hoynes!
Bartlet holds back tears as he walks down the aisle.
Nothing will ever top this. Nothing.
(Source: searoaches)
