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I mean, look at it! There's nothing going on. That's what I saw when I looked out over the city: nothing. How the Mormon settlers looked upon this valley, and felt that it was the promised land, is beyond me. I don't know, maybe it looked different back then."
Memorable Quotes from
SLC Punk! (1999)
Dad : I didn't sell out, Son, I bought in. Keep that in mind.
You're a Nazi! Im a Nazi?im jewish stevo how can i be a Nazi!?~SLC punk
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Stevo : Do you love her?
Bob : I don't know. I'd have to think about that.
Stevo : It's not really a thinking question.
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Stevo : You see life is like that. We change, that's all. You see, the guy I am now is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now he'd beat the shit out of me. Those are the facts.
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Stevo : To be an anarchist in Salt Lake City was certainly no easy task, especially in 1985. And having no money, no job, no plans for the future, the true anarchist position was in itself a strenuous job.
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Stevo : See, to me, England was nothing more then a big fucking American state like North Dakota or Canada.
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[on whether punk music started in England or America]
Stevo : I don't know who started it and I don't give a fuck. The one thing I do know is that we did it harder, we did it faster, and we definitely did it with more love, baby. You can't take that away from us.
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Stevo : I like Sandy. Now Sandy has nothing to do with anarchy in general, she's just a beautiful, wonderful, funny, witty, loving, sexy, tough-as-nails, little weird girl, and I absolutely adore her. I like Sandy a lot.
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Stevo : I love you guys, don't get me wrong. But for the first time in my life I'm eighteen and I can say fuuuuck youuu.
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Stevo : There's nothing going on. That's what I saw when I looked out over the city: nothing. How the Mormon settlers looked upon this valley and felt that it was the promised land is beyond me. I don't know, maybe it looked different back then.
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Stevo : The sun never sets on the British Empire... well the sun never sets on my asshole.
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Stevo : It really makes you think, doesn't it, Bob?
Bob : Think what?
Stevo : That chemistry's the WRONG FUCKING MAJOR FOR A GUY LIKE YOU. It's the wrong major, Bob.
Bob : Well you shoud still lay off the acid.
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Dad : That kid's going to make one hell of a lawyer.
Mom: Yea, he takes after his father... He's a son of a bitch.
Dad : ...Fuck you dear.
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Mark : That's what's wrong with you Americans, you're always looking for pain.
Mike : Yeah well... it pains me to hear you say that, Mark, it really does.
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Stevo : It's like fucking Jesus Christ took a shit and it landed right here, so you can be happy all you fucking want.
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Heroin Bob : Well, it's a crazy fucked up world and we're all just floating along waiting for someone who can walk on water, man.
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Stevo : Posers were people who looked like punks but they did it for fashion. And they were fools, they'd say "anarchy in the UK." What the fuck's that? Anarchy in the UK. What good is that to those of us in Utah, America? It was a Sex Pistols thing. They were British, they were allowed to go on about Anarchy in the UK. You don't live your life by lyrics.
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Stevo : I rest my case on this: In a country of lost souls rebellion comes hard. But in a religiously oppressive city, where half it's population isn't even of that religion, it comes like fire.
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Bob : So, you see any land around here?
Sean : Nope, just water.
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Sean : I can't get off this chair or I'll drown, wanna know why, Bob? 'Cause I can't swim.
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Sean : Satan is in the house. He killed my mom... and turned her into a bull.
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Stevo : [about the "beat the shit" out of a guy who was having sex with his female friend] It wasn't that I loved Sandy, I knew that we had an understanding. But I discovered then that Chris was right, all things had systems, even me. I was about to beat the living shit out of this guy because he had invaded my territory. It was MY territory, no question about it, just like in the wild. I was following nature, and nature was order and order is the system.
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Bob : You know that shit you guys do? You're fucking yourselves up man. Fucking acid, acid, it never leaves the body. It's in your fucking spinal cord forever.
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Bob : You're pretty fucking weird you know that?
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Bob : Chemicals man, they'll fuck you up.
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Mike : So Mark. how you doin' old man?
Mark : FUCK! I'm not old motherfucker.
Mike : Oh no, I just... no, I mean... you're older than anyone else here.
Mark : It depends on how you look at it. I'm young in my heart! Younger then any of these assholes over there.
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Mark : Hey Stevo.
[good naturedly]
Mark : Fuck you.
Stevo , Bob : Noooo. Fuuuccckkkk yooouuuuuuu.
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[handing Stevo a bag of weed]
Mark : Here you go, but be careful, that stuff'll make you stupid.
[Stevo throws his beer and yells]
Stevo : FUCK YOU.
Mark : Well, stupider than you already are.
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Stevo : Only fucking posers, die, man.
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Mark : Now you see the problem with water beds is that they have these waves like this,
[makes motions of waves with hands]
Mark : Right? But you see this water bed is special,
[draws his hands across the bed]
Mark : , you see? It has no waves.
Stevo : Why didn't you just get a normal bed... that has no waves?
[awkward silence]
Mark : But this HAS no waves.
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Sean : You kno what, Bob? You ARE Jesus!
Heroin Bob : That's right... Why do you ask?
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Sean : No, you're not Jesus, you're Bob!
Bob : I'm Bob!
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[Steveo, Bob, and Eddie go to buy beer]
Stevo: Looking like we did in the state of Utah was unusual, in Wyoming, affectionately called the Cowboy State, we were f*cking ALIENS!
Old Man: ::stares:: What the hell are you?!
Stevo: We come from the east in search of the Messiah! We follow that big star! (being sarcastic)
Eddie: Yeah, we bring gold and Frankencence, and Murr.
Old Man: You do what?
Stevo: (still sarcastic) We follow..the star ::points::
Old Man: ::swallows:: Oh my god, who let you boys out of the state institute? We better get you guys back to the hospital ::dials phone::
Bob: No no no, that's alright man, we're uh..we're from England.
Old Man: England?
Bob: Yeah, England. That's uh, why we may seem so strange to you man!
Old Man: ..England.. ::puts phone back:: That explains it I guess. ARE YOU BOYS ENJOYING YOUR STAY HERE IN THE GOOD US OF A?
Eddie: (british accent) Oh yes!
Old lady: (walks up) What the HELL is that?!
Old Man: Oh, it's alright mother, their from England.
Old Lady: Ohh...that figures, don't it! What the hell did they do to your hair? Well you look like a g0ddAmmed Indian! (points to bob's mohawk)
Stevo: It was a medical expirement, but he's gonna be okay.
http://www.funtrivia.com/dir/5732.html a link for SLC Quizes
Another thing that pissed me off, talkin' about who started punk rock music. Was it Sex Pistols in England? Was it the Ramones in the Velvet Underground in New York? 'It was the Ramones!' 'It was the Sex Pistols!' Raahh! Who cares who started it?! It's music. I don't know who started it, and I don't give a Fuck. The one thing I do know is that we did it harder, we did it faster, and we definitely did it with more love, baby. You can't take that away from us."
"This actually needs some explanation. Beer in Supermarkets in Utah is weak, 3 points instead of the normal 6 points of alchohol. It's the religious influence, and a pain in the ass. Now to me it makes no sense. If you've got alchohol, you've got alchohol. So why 3 instead of 6? You know a drunk's just going to drink twice as many beers to get drunk, so you not only have a drunk on your hands, you have a drunk who's fat and gross. There's nothing worse."
"Poseurs are people that look like punks, but they did it for fashion. And they were fools, they'd say, "Anarchy in the UK". See? Poseurs. What good is that to those of us in Utah, America? You don't live your life by lyrics."
Eddie wasn't an anarchist, he wasn't really even a punk. Eddie was into women. But not in a macho jerky kinda way, right, he was a true romantic."
It's 1985, and Stevo is that rare animal, a punk rocker, in the Mormon
stronghold of Salt Lake City, Utah. He just graduated from college with
honors and now his life is a nutty roller coaster ride of rock shows,
stealing cars, beating up rednecks, and non-stop partying with his
buddy, Heroin Bob, and his girlfriend. But with the scene getting lame
and Stevo going nowhere fast, he has to put his punk ideals to the test.
With a choice between "No Future" and Harvard Law School, what's a guy with blue hair supposed to do?"
Stevo: See, to me, England was nothing more then a big fucking American state like North Dakota or Canada.
Stevo: I love you guys, don't get me wrong. But for the first time in my life I'm eighteen and I can say fuuuuck youuu!
Stevo: Posers were people who looked like punks but "did it for fashion",
Stevo: I rest my case on this: In a country of lost souls rebellion comes hard. But in a religiously oppressive city, where half it's population isn't even of that religion, it comes like fire.
Mark: but i never found my father....i wanted to though, cuz i wanted to kick his fucking dead body because he lied
Sean: Satans in the house, he killed my mom and turned her into... a bull
Brandy: Rebellion happens in the mind. You can't create it, you just are that way.
Stevo: I don't wear cowboy boots, I hate the fuckin' rodeo, horses smell like shit to me, and I don't fuck anyone within my own bloodline, by definition I'm not a redneck and god dammit I ain't a fuckin' hick!
Bob Stevo and Eddie: I think you're a fag, and i think you're a poser, hey fuck you, no no fuck yourself you'll get more pussy
"Stevo: Whoa, time out. I just wanna ask real quick, if I can, you believe in rebellion, freedom and love, right?
Parents: Rebellion. Freedom. Love.
Stevo: Haha. You two are divorced. So love failed. Two: Mom, your new age are clinging to any scrap of eastern religion that may justify why the above said -love- failed. Three: Dad, you're a slick, corporate, preppy-ass lawyer. I don't really hafta say anything else about you, do I dad? Four: You moved from New York City -The Mecca and hove of cultural royalty -to Utah- Nowhere- to change nothing. More to perpetuate the cycle of money, greed, fascism, and triviality when your movement of the people, by the people, for the people got you nothing. You just hide behind some raw sense of drugs, sex, rock and roll. Ooo, kumbayah. I am the future. I am the future of this great nation which you, father, so arrogantly saved this world for. Look, I have my own agenda. Harvard- out. University of Utah- in. I am gonna get a four point O in damage. I love you guys, don't get me wrong. It's all about this. But for the first time in my life I'm eighteen and I can say- Fuck You!"
Stevo: Whoa, time out. I just wanna ask real quick, if I can, you believe in rebellion, freedom and love, right?
Parents: Rebellion. Freedom. Love.
Stevo: Haha. You two are divorced. So love failed. Two: Mom, your new age are clinging to any scrap of eastern religion that may justify why the above said -love- failed. Three: Dad, you're a slick, corporate, preppy-ass lawyer. I don't really hafta say anything else about you, do I dad? Four: You moved from New York City -The Mecca and hove of cultural royalty -to Utah- Nowhere- to change nothing. More to perpetuate the cycle of money, greed, fascism, and triviality when your movement of the people, by the people, for the people got you nothing. You just hide behind some raw sense of drugs, sex, rock and roll. Ooo, kumbayah. I am the future. I am the future of this great nation which you, father, so arrogantly saved this world for. Look, I have my own agenda. Harvard- out. University of Utah- in. I am gonna get a four point O in damage. I love you guys, don't get me wrong. It's all about this. But for the first time in my life I'm eighteen and I can say- Fuck You!"
"Stevo: Posers were people who looked like punks, but they did it for fashion. And they were fools. They'd say:
Poser: Anarchy and the U.K.!
Stevo: You see. Posers. Anarchy and the U.K. What the fuck's that? What good does that do us in Utah, America. It's a Sex Pistols thing, right? They were from England. They were British. That's what they did. They were aloud to go on about anarchy and the U.K. You don't live your life by lyrics. That's all you ever heard from these trendy fucks. Like, uh, [British Accent] Did you hear the new Smith's album. It's fuckin' terif. Kids walked around Utah sayin' terif, that stupid little English twang. See what I mean? What the fuck's up with the England bullshit? Man, I knew a girl right, who would only have sex with a guy if he had a fucking accent. Can you think of anything more ludicrous in your life? So every asshole in Salt Lake City -let me tell ya, plently of assholes in this general region- that wanna do a little of this would get her drunk and put on some kinda stupid fucking accent like ey ey mistress. Do you fancy shag? Made me really sad. Poor girl had no self respect. See to me, England was nothing more than a big fucking American state like uh, like North Dakota or Candada. You gotta look at me and you gotta say "Hey buddy, why are you so mad?" and I'll tell ya. Because those fuckin' English chaps could only say shit about us Americans. All we were to them was a buncha hicks. But ya know what? I'm not a fuckin' hick! I don't wear cowboy boots, I hate the fucking rodeo, horses smell like shit to me and I don't fuck anyone in my own blood line. By definition I ain't a redneck and goddamnit I ain't a fucking hick. Oh, the sun never sets on the British empire. Well the sun never sets on my asshole! Another thing that pisses me off. Talking about who started punk rock music. Was it Sex Pistols in England? Was it the Ramones in the underground velvet in New York? It was the Ramones. It was the Sex Pistols. Arrg! Who cares who started it?! It's music. I don't know who started it and I don't give a fuck. But one thing I do know is that we did it harder. Haha, damn we did it faster. And we definitely did it with more love baby, huh! You can't take that away from us."
"Stevo: Beer in super markets in Utah is weak. Three points instead of the normal six. It's a religious influence and a pain in the ass. Now to me it makes no sense. If you got alcohol, you got alcohol. So why three instead of six? You know a drunk's just gonna drink twice as many beers to get drunk. So not only do you have a drunk on your hands, but you got a drunk on your hands that's fat and gross. There's nothing worse."
"The Fight. What Does it Mean and Where Does it Come From? An Essay: Homosapian: A Man. He is alone in the universe. A punker: Still a man. He is alone in the universe. But he connects. How? They hit each other. No clear way to evaluate whether or not you're alive. Now, complications: A reason to fight. Somebody different. Difference creates dispute. Dispute is a reason to fight. To fight is to feel pain. Life is pain. So to fight -with reason- is to be a live -with reason. Final Analysis: To fight- a reason to live. Problems and contridictions: I am an anarchist. I believe that there should be no rules, only chaos. Fighting appears to be chaos and when we slam in the pit at a show, it is. But when we fight for a reason like rednecks, there's a system. We fight for what we stand for- Chaos. Fighting is structure. Fighting is to establish power, power is government and government is not anarchy. Government is war and war is fighting. The circle goes like this: Our redneck scrimamges are cheap aversions of conventional warfare. War implies extreme goverment because wars are fought from enforced rules or ideals. Even freedom. But other peoples' ideals forced on someone else -even if it is something like freekdom- is still a rule. Not anarchy. This contridction is becoming clear to me in the fall of '85. Ever since my first party, why did I love to fight? I framed it but still I don't understand it. It goes against everything I believe in as a true anarchist. But, there was competition. Fighting. Captialism. Governement. The System. It's what we did. It's what we always did. The rednecks kicked the shit outta punks. Punks kicked the shit outta mods. Mods kicked the shit outta skinheads. Skinheads took ot the heavy metal guys. And the heavy metal guys kicked the living shit outta new wavers. And the new wavers did nothing. They were the new hippies."
"Stevo: The school of science says that the world moves from order to disorder. Chaos.
Chris: They're fools, Stevo. I mean, life goes from order to disorder to order. Atoms come together randomly to form a -um- structure. An infant is born. A-
Stevo: A child.
Christ: A child. Exactly. It grows. It gets older. It dies. It decomposes-
Stevo: Exactly.
Chris: Into chaos-
Stevo: Exactly!
Chris: Right. But then, those atoms are reformed into something else. A blade of grass. A tree. A flower. Whatever. It's a cycle, man."
"Brandy: Wouldn't it be more of an act of rebellion if you didn't spend so much time buying blue hair dye and going out to get punky clothes? It seems so petty. I mean, stop me if I'm being offenseive.
Stevo: Oh, no. Go right ahead. It's- it's fine.
Brandy: You wanna be an individual, right? You look like you're wearing a uniform. I mean, you look like a punk. That's not rebellion. That's fashion.
Stevo: Then what's rebellion?
Brandy: Rebellion happens in the mind. You can't create it. You just are that way."
"So there I was. I was gonna go to harvard. It was obvious. I was gonna be a lawyer and play in the goddamn system. And that was that. Haha, I was my old man. He knew. So what else could I do? I mean, there's no future in anarchy. I mean, let's face it. But when I was into it, there's never a thought of the future. We were certain that the world was gonna end. But when it didn't I had to do something. So fuck it. I could always be a litigater in New York and piss the shit outta the judges. I mean that was me. A troublemaker. The future. The guy that was one of those guys that my parents so arrogantly saved the world for. So we could fuck it up! We can do a hell of a lot more damage in the system than out side of it. That was the final irony- I think. That, and well, this. Haha. Fuck you for even thinking it! I guess when all was said and done I was nothing more than a goddamn, trendy ass poser."
Stevo to Bob: "Only poseurs die, you fucking idiot!"
From: SLC Punk!
Sorry if some of these are repeated.
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This Is Jeff Hardy he used to wrestle for the
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MondayNight Raw :
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EVOLUTION IS THE SOLUTION
August 16, 2004
What Evolution gives, it takes away. Click here for photos!
With new World Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton seconds from tapping to the Crippler Crossface, Evolution descended upon the ring. Its presence forced Chris Benoit to break his hold and fend off the dangerous trio, allowing the Legend Killer to connect with a match-ending RKO.
It appeared that Triple H had fulfilled his pre-match promise that “Evolution is (Orton’s) solution.” The faction celebrated their victory in the ring — the young champion poised atop Batista’s broad shoulders. Triple H gazed up with a grin, giving Orton the thumbs up. Then, to Orton’s surprise and horror, it became a thumbs down.
Evolution’s animal promptly dropped Orton on his back, and the onslaught that followed included a Batista Bomb and bloody Pedigree. It was painfully clear that Orton’s SummerSlam triumph had done nothing to slow The Game’s march toward regaining “what’s his,” namely the World Heavyweight Championship.
Click here for Randy Orton's post-RAW comments.
The turn of events overshadowed a crisp, sharp, focused performance by Benoit in a contract-clause championship rematch. An angry, ferocious Rabid Wolverine took the action to Orton early, hitting a superplex and cinching in the Sharpshooter. But Evolution’s Monday Night RAW plans proved overwhelming for Benoit and Orton both.
Earlier, Edge carved out an Intercontinental Championship defense against Kane before returning a favor to Chris Jericho. With Y2J suffering a double-team at the hands of Batista and Ric Flair, Edge made his way to the ring. He was seemingly going to even the odds on behalf of Jericho, but he instead chose to leave. It’s just what happened to him when Jericho had the same saving opportunity prior to SummerSlam.
Kane’s loss — in part because of the interference of Lita — couldn’t come close to dampening the spirits of the groom-to-be. The Big Red Monster instead stayed happily focused on next week’s wedding, which will take place live on RAW.
Things also heated up in the $250,000 Diva Search competition. Diva Dodgeball star Michelle McCool got eliminated, and the other hopefuls ripped into Carmella, saying in independent segments that she should be the next girl voted out.
And in the first match made for Unforgiven (Sept. 12, PPV), the team of Rhyno and Tajiri will get its World Tag Team Championship shot against La Resistance.
Match Results:
Michelle McCool is eliminated from the $250,000 RAW Diva Search
Rhyno & Tajiri defeat La Resistance (“All-or-Nothing” Match)
Victoria def. Gail Kim
Intercontinental Champion Edge def. Kane
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| Hey,
Im not home and you can't find me ha ha ha......Today I got to see Steven, he came over then mary came and we left......I didn't get to see Kate,Micheal,Brice, and James becaulse Im not home.......HA HA HA Oh well told them I woild see them tommarow.  he he I talked to Justin again. he did not seem as happy this time around. Hummmmmm Mabey he justs needs a Turkey.!!!! oh crap the people noticed im gone so I got to go
Love Ya lots,
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| Hey,
I talked to Justin last night he's not mad anymore. I never wanted him
to be. I seen Manny and Steven last night we hung out and watched
the olympics ha ha ha Funny Stuff. Then we watch SLC Punk So I for got
about RAW.  Damn I wanted to watch it.
LIZ
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