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Groundhog Day

Phil: What would you do if you were stuck in one place, and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered?

Ralph: That about sums it up for me.

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Phil: What if there were no tomorrow?

Gus: No tomorrow? That would mean there would be no consequences, there would be no hangovers. We could do whatever we wanted!

Phil: [thinking] That’s true. We could do…whatever we wanted.

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Phil: It’s the same things your whole life. “Clean up your room!”, “Stand up straight!”, “Pick up your feet!”, “Take it like a man!”, “Be nice to your sister!”, “Don’t mix beer and wine, ever!”. Oh yeah — “Don’t drive on the railroad tracks!”

Gus: Eh, Phil… That’s one I happen to agree with.

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Rita: I’m sorry? What was that again?

Phil: I’m a god.

Rita: You’re God.

Phil: I’m a god — I’m not the God, I don’t think.

Rita: Because you survived a car wreck?

Phil: I didn’t just survive a wreck; I wasn’t just blown up yesterday. I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted and burned.

Rita: Oh really?

Phil: [nods] Every morning I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender: I am an immortal.

Doris: Special today is blueberry waffles…

Rita: Why are you telling me this?

Phil: Because I want you to believe in me.

Rita: You’re not a god. You can take my word for it; this is 12 years of Catholic school talkin’.

Phil: How do you know I’m not a God? How do you know?

Rita: Because it’s not possible!

(Source: freecocaine)