| Probability | Text |
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| 100% | Who the fuck are you? What the hell are you thinking? What the hell are you like? I'm sick of fucking hearing that you all give it back to you when you leave. Who do you mean when we leave? You mean it back now? For the past 15 minutes now, you've been joining on about names. Toby. Toby. Toby. Toby Wong. Toby Wong. Toby Wong. Toby Chung. Fucking Charlie Chan. I've got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear and Toby, I don't know what, coming out of my right. | ▶️ |
| 98% | Wrecked him carried away right so damn we will walk this race and rule the land You don't know who we are but we know you | ▶️ |
| 99% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 98% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 100% | I am director, we defend the children. You know I swear I'm not the one who can't help. I love the children, I love kids. I love the peers, I'm not the only father dead. Trust me, child, it's only natural. Oh, come on, don't be dumb. You can trust me, I'm a priest. I want to go to make a vegetable feast. | ▶️ |
| 97% | We're now more down into the library at the USS Randall, and we are now only minutes away from sailing time. And Elvis Presley will shortly be on his way to Germany and return to the United States. Well, who knows? It'll be some time anyway. Elvis, we have just a small group of few moments to talk about things. I know you're pretty tired, Phil. You've had a busy couple days getting here to the Brooklyn port and getting ready to leave. Have a chance? Yes, sir. That's right. | ▶️ |
| 96% | You're in a different place now, motherfucker. You know who we are? No, you have no fucking idea, do you? | ▶️ |
