Ben: so far, i’m doing a pretty good job of not picturing the actors when i read the books [the Harry Potter books, which Ben has only recently begun reading] Allen: That’s difficult. It’s commendable you’re holding out. :)
Ben: alan rickman is tough to displace
Ben: though if i try really hard to forget he’s involved, then in my head snape looks an awful lot like doc cochran :-)
Allen: Now THAT would’ve been some casting.
Allen: Damn them and their British bias!
Allen: So does Snape sound like Doc Cochran when you read? “Harry F!%ing Potter, you co%&!@&er, who the f&!k do you think you are?”
Ben: lol
Ben: great, now i have an image of him mixing up anti-crotchrot potions for all the school whores
I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a lesion in your goddamned head, and that’s what’s givin you the seizures and generatin your chats with goddamn Dumbledore. No goddamn offense intended.
Oh, this could go on for a while.
Swearengen: You can go now, brother.
(He holds the pillow firmly in place while the preacher struggles gently)
Swearengen (whispering): Avada kedavra…
(The preacher is still)
Man. That last comment just makes me want to see Ian McShane in Half-Blood Prince.
Won’t someone please cast him? I’M TALKING TO YOU, DAVID YATES. Please let him play Rufus Scrimgeour, please?
sigh I miss Al and E.B.
Can’t…stop…
(Swearengen appears, wearing flowing silvery robes and half-moon glasses)
Swearengen (addressing the students): Meet at my place in two hours. We’re formin’ a fukkin’ Order of the Phoenix. Chocolate frogs and treacle tarts on the bar.
Albus Swearengen, to Harry Bullock: Pain or damage don’t end the world. Or despair or fucking beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man… and give some back.
Harry Potter (upon catching the Golden Snitch): My broomstick masters bludgers and beaters with aplomb. Those that doubt me…burp slugs by choice.
Albus Swearengen, to Harry Bullock (again): In life you have to do a lot of things you don’t fucking want to do. Many times, that’s what the fuck life is… one vile fucking task after another.
Swearengen (over a prone Ron): Wave a penny under the Weasley’s nose. If they got living breath in them, brings them right around.