Bitch, you don’t have a future.

Pseudonyms→ Reservoir Dogs (Dir. Quentin Tarantino, 1992)

Mr. Pink: “Why can’t we pick our own colors?”
Joe: “No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn’t work. You got four guys all fighting over who’s gonna be Mr. Black, but they don’t know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You’re Mr. Pink. Be thankful you’re not Mr. Yellow.”
Mr. Brown: “Yeah, but Mr. Brown is a little too close to Mr. Shit.”

"Freeze. mommy!"

tagged → #why...

I don’t wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you’re standing in my way, one way or the other, you’re gettin’ outta my way.