Post by WVUMntneerJim on Feb 6, 2010 11:11:20 GMT -5
The following was taken from Lt. Aldo Raine's speech in Inglourious Basterds, and touched up a bit... read on:
"My name is Lt. Aldo Raine, and I’m putting together a special team. And I need me eight soldiers. Eight – Mountaineer – Lovin' – Soldiers. Now y’all might have heard rumors about the Backyard Brawl happening soon. Well, we’ll be leavin a little earlier. We’re gonna be dropped into Pittsburgh, dressed as residents of that city. And once we’re in enemy territory, as a bushwackin’ guerilla army, we’re gonna be doin one thing, and one thing only, killin Panther Fans. The members of the University of Pittsburgh, have conquered the Big East through torture, intimidation, and terror. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do to them. Now I don’t know about y’all. But I sure as hell, didn’t come down from the goddamn Appalachian mountains, cross five hundred miles of water, fight my way through half Virginia, and then jump out of a fuckin air-o-plane, to teach Pitt fans lessons in humanity. Pitt fan ain’t got no humanity. There the foot soldiers of a WVU hatin, shit-eatin' maniac, and they need to be destroyed. That’s why any and every son-of-a-bitch we find wearin an Oakland Zoo or Code Blue t-shirt, they're gonna die. We will be cruel to the Yinzers, and through our cruelty, they will know who we are. They will find the evidence of our cruelty, in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the Yinzer will not be able to help themselves from imagining the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our keys. And the Yinzers, will be sickened by us. And the Yinzers, will talk about us. And the Yinzers, will fear us. And when the Yinzers close their eyes at night, and their subconscious tortures them for the evil they’ve done, it will be with thoughts of us, that it tortures them with. But I got a word of warning to all would be warriors. When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me, personally. Every man under my command, owes me, one hundred Pitt Fan scalps. And I want my scalps. And all y’all will git me, one hundred Pitt fan scalps, taken from the heads of one hundred Pitt fans or you will die trying. SOUND GOOD!? EAT SHIT PITT!!!"
"My name is Lt. Aldo Raine, and I’m putting together a special team. And I need me eight soldiers. Eight – Mountaineer – Lovin' – Soldiers. Now y’all might have heard rumors about the Backyard Brawl happening soon. Well, we’ll be leavin a little earlier. We’re gonna be dropped into Pittsburgh, dressed as residents of that city. And once we’re in enemy territory, as a bushwackin’ guerilla army, we’re gonna be doin one thing, and one thing only, killin Panther Fans. The members of the University of Pittsburgh, have conquered the Big East through torture, intimidation, and terror. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do to them. Now I don’t know about y’all. But I sure as hell, didn’t come down from the goddamn Appalachian mountains, cross five hundred miles of water, fight my way through half Virginia, and then jump out of a fuckin air-o-plane, to teach Pitt fans lessons in humanity. Pitt fan ain’t got no humanity. There the foot soldiers of a WVU hatin, shit-eatin' maniac, and they need to be destroyed. That’s why any and every son-of-a-bitch we find wearin an Oakland Zoo or Code Blue t-shirt, they're gonna die. We will be cruel to the Yinzers, and through our cruelty, they will know who we are. They will find the evidence of our cruelty, in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the Yinzer will not be able to help themselves from imagining the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our keys. And the Yinzers, will be sickened by us. And the Yinzers, will talk about us. And the Yinzers, will fear us. And when the Yinzers close their eyes at night, and their subconscious tortures them for the evil they’ve done, it will be with thoughts of us, that it tortures them with. But I got a word of warning to all would be warriors. When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me, personally. Every man under my command, owes me, one hundred Pitt Fan scalps. And I want my scalps. And all y’all will git me, one hundred Pitt fan scalps, taken from the heads of one hundred Pitt fans or you will die trying. SOUND GOOD!? EAT SHIT PITT!!!"
