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Citāts no filmas. Kurš pirmais pateiks, no kuras (negūglējot, ko es noteikti nevarēšu pārbaudīt, tāpēc mierīgi var arī gūglēt; jebšu, ja izlasa līdz beigām un filma ir redzēta, kļūdīties nav iespējams), drīkstēs izvēlēties, kurš no maniem troļļu kontiem iepukstēsies nākamais. Raksti pareizo variantu un konta nosaukumu komentāros. Pirmajam pareizās atbildes autoram par to nekas cits nebūs! (Ok, es zinu, ka uz manām viktorīnām un aptaujām cibā neviens nepavelkas; tikai sagribējās padalīties ar citātu. Fuck off krišjāni!)

Y’know what I was thinking about today? I was thinking ‘bout those street gangs they got in Los Angeles, the Crips and the Bloods? I was thinking about that buncha new laws they came up with, in the 1980’s I think it was, to combat those street-gangs, those Crips and those Bloods. And, if I remember rightly, the gist of what those new laws were saying was if you join one of these gangs, and you’re running with ‘em, and down the block from you one night, unbeknownst to you, one of your fellow Crips, or your fellow Bloods, shoot up a place, or stab a guy, well, even though you didn’t, even though you may’ve just been standing on a streetcorner minding your own business, what these new laws said was you are still culpable. You are still culpable, by the very act of joining those Crips, or those Bloods, in the first place.

Which got me thinking, Father, that whole type of situation is kinda like your Church boys, ain’t it? You’ve got your colors, you’ve got your clubhouse, you’re, for want of a better word, a gang. And if you’re upstairs smoking a pipe and reading a bible while one of your fellow gang members is downstairs fucking an altar boy then, Father, just like the Crips, and just like the Bloods, you’re culpable. Cos you joined the gang, man. And I don’t care if you never did shit or never saw shit or never heard shit. You joined the gang. You’re culpable. And when a person is culpable to altar-boy-fucking, or anykinda-boy-fucking, I know you guys didn’t really narrow it down, then they kinda forfeit the right to come into my house and say anything about me, or my life, or my daughter, or my billboards.