Movie: Public Ennemies
Year: 2009
Role: John Dillinger
1. John Dillinger: [nodding at money on a table] That's your money, mister?
Bank Teller: [nervously] Yes.
John Dillinger: We're here for the bank's money, not yours. Put it away.
2. Billie Frechette: What do u want?
John Dillinger: Everything. Right now.
3. John Dillinger: Bye-bye, blackbird.
4. John Dillinger: We're having too good a time today. We ain't thinking about tomorrow.
5. John Dillinger: u wanna know if we're armed? We're armed.
6. John Dillinger: Well if it isn't the man who shot Pretty-Boy Floyd. Good thing 'cause he sure wasn't Whiz-Kid Floyd.
7. John Dillinger: I was raised on a farm in Moooresville, Indiana. My mama ran out on us when I was three, my daddy beat the hell out of me cause he didn't know no better way to raise me. I like baseball, movies, good clothes, fast cars, whiskey, and you... what else u need to know?
8. John 'Red' Hamilton: We don't work with people we don't know. And u don't work when you're desperate. Walter Dietrich. Remember that?
John Dillinger: Walter forgot. When you're desperate, that's when u got no choice.
9. Police Chief Fultz: How long does it take u to run through a bank?
John Dillinger: About 1 minute... 40 seconds... Flat
10. John Dillinger: The only thing that's important is where somebody's going.
Billie Frechette: Where are u going?
John Dillinger: Anywhere I want.
As I look up into the bright sky,
As I gaze on the seagulls who fly,
My thinking cannot rest but wonder,
If your brown eyes in this scene, wander.
As I sip a clear glass of water,
As I bite a brown loaf of fiber,
My thinking cannot stop but question,
If your lips feel the same sensation.
As I listen to the clock ticking,
As I hear the raindrops splattering,
My thinking cannot falter but ask,
If your ears are doing the same task.
As my nose embraced the summer air,
As I sniffed on them petals so bare,
My thinking cannot halt but ponder,
If you're smelling the things I'd mutter.
As I touched the texture of softness,
As those pillows I gently caress,
My mind cannot pause but speculate,
If your talc-like skin feels the same state.
This my poem, my hard-made poem's to show,
For u my dearest Johnny to know,
How much time I spend thinking of you,
u lighten my life feeling so blue...♥♥♥
