BULLET TRAIN (2022) PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary
if you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, i'm gonna shoot you in the fucking face.
would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?
well, you also have a shoot-able face.
you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from.
thank you for taking the job on such short notice.
you are getting the new and improved me.
i'm less reactive to situations, i'm more accepting of people's shortcomings.
you put peace out in the world, you get peace back.
i'm not even trying to kill people and someone dies.
i could live here. i like the atmosphere, the people are considerate.
i know i'm being judgmental. i need to work on that.
this train is bound for kyoto.
i'm gonna assume you didn't take the gun?
you know, i'm thinking of starting my own agency.
what am i snatching and/or grabbing?
shit, i think i dropped my ticket.
you're bleeding.
who the fuck did i kill?
i think they'll notice the childish code names first.
when was the last time you ate a lemon meringue pie?
there's always a catch.
you idiots work for my father?
you ever watch thomas the tank engine? everything i learned about people i learned from thomas.
i want to strangle you now.
why do you always bring swords?
that wasn't our fault.
hey, listen, i'm just gonna get off at the next stop.
where's the briefcase?
he doesn't need a reason to kill people like you.
you're going to want to hear the whole story, or you'll be very, very sorry.
why do i even bother forwarding you the briefings?
no one really knows the truth.
we are... fucked.
find me the son of a bitch who did this.
can we just take a time out here? talk this out?
why does that sound so familiar?
the guy who stabbed me. i spilled wine on his suit.
one of them is walking towards me right now.
why are we whispering?
your orders were to stay on the train.
can i please do my job now?
shove that fucking hat up your fucking asshole.
there's a gun underneath this table pointed right at you.
i'm just fucking with you.
real quick... every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?
you're alive, i'm alive, everyone's happy.
i just want to get off this train, go see a zen garden and some shit, you know?
there's another body here.
this guy's like criss fucking angel. he pops up everywhere.
unlike you, i'm a professional.
you shoot first and come up with the answers later.
are you hiding in a bathroom?
i knew my luck would rub off on you.
you're really proud of yourself, aren't you?
for what it's worth, you seem like a right fucking asshole and i'm glad you're gonna fucking die with me.
you proved you're smarter than everyone.
am i dreaming?
i don't know how to use a gun.
i'm glad you enjoyed the performance.
i'm mansplaining. i'm mansplaining again.
you want a blanket? you want me to hold your hand?
you have been lying to me, my friend.
i never forget a face.
i'm so happy to see you. please help me.
make sure you do something that brings you peace, 'cause everything else is a pain in the ass.
fate for me is just another word for bad luck.
why are you motherfuckers using metaphors?
i'm gonna buy us some time.
i built myself up from the nothing you gave me.
i came here to kill you.
oh shit. something's happening.
i'm sorry i shot you twice.
we're almost there. you just need to get up.
what's happening to your face? are you crying?
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the doctor likes a good museum. it's always a nice little trip down memory lane for him- until he gets annoyed by fakes & misinformation. expression falls as the guide tells him to wait & he's about to tell her what he thinks about waiting until she begins the tour. right then. good.
he's eager; practically striding ahead of her before he reigns himself in. he's got questions to ask, after all. ❝ hello, i'm the doctor. how long have you worked here then, claire ravenwood? ❞
good, i hate long waits.
save for the two of them, and the security-bot steve, the museum at the edge of the universe is empty.
it is not really at the edge of the universe — claire knows that much. dozens of galaxies lie beyond their borders, but the empire doesn't like to publicize the fact they don't actually encompass the entire known universe. so they smudge the edges, and dictate to mapmakers and historians what to write, and as far as everyone knows, the edge of the universe and the empire are one and the same. and, claire, well... there is a reason why after graduating she got sent to an unimportant museum while her friends got positions in the capital.
❛⠀ one more minute and we will — no, wait, wait a second!⠀ ❜ ⠀claire lifts her wrist, tapping on the buzzing screen. ⠀❛⠀ look at that, right on time. well, it seems it is just going to be the two of us today. welcome to the museum at the edge of the universe, i'm claire ravenwood and i'll be your tour guide in this amazing, one-of-a-kind journey! ⠀ ❜
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the doctor groans. ❝ humans! you see a spaceship in the sky & you still just can't accept that you're not the only lifeform out there. i give up! ❞ he pulls his TARDIS key out of his pocket. ❝ i'm not explaining it again. if you don't wanna believe me, that's on you. just don't blame me the next time someone invades & you're all too stupid to figure it out. ❞
the man perplexed the blonde — the accent, the blue box, the repeated mention of aliens — florida really was full of some peculiar people. “i don’t think aliens will find anything exciting to come to this town for.” she offered, brows raising slightly though she chose her words with caution. “but if you like to think you’ve chased them off, then good job, i guess.”
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bullying the traumatized
we don't wear kiddy gloves here.
"Who told you it wasn't that bad?"
"Who told you that?"
"I'll fight anyone who says otherwise."
"Yeah, well, news flash: it fucked you up. I can tell."
"It's okay to have shit that fucks you up, you know."
"Ohhhh noooo, you're feeling an emotion."
"God forbid something hurts and you do something about it."
"That's trauma for you."
"Get angry about it."
"I don't know. I expected you to feel something."
"In case it escaped your notice, I care about you!"
"Do you have a death wish?"
"And you decided you were going to stoically suffer in silence and not tell anyone?"
"Got some 'main character syndrome' in you, huh?"
"We're meant to be a team!"
"Then they can go to hell! They don't tell us what we're capable of."
"I'm going to try. I don't care whether you're gonna try with me but I hope you do."
"We've seen worse odds."
"What did you expect? Me to stand there and do nothing?"
"Oh, you have trauma? I didn't notice."
"Oh, grow! Up!"
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