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		<title>By: Brittany</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brittany</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 15:51:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, I may get hit with the cliché stick for this one but a hundred years from now I think these two from The Breakfast Club will still be iconic:

Andrew: And the bizarre thing is that I did it for my old man. I tortured this poor kid because I wanted him to think that I was cool. He&#039;s always going off about how when he was in school and all the wild things he used to do. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right? So I&#039;m sitting in the locker room and I&#039;m taping up my knee, and Larry&#039;s undressing a couple locker&#039;s down from me. And he&#039;s kinda, he&#039;s kinda skinny. Weak. And I started thinkin&#039; about my father, and his attitude about, about weakness. And the next thing I knew, I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him. And my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I&#039;m sitting in Vernon&#039;s office, all I could think about was Larry&#039;s father and Larry having to go home and explain what happened to him. And the humiliation - the f*cking humiliation he must have felt. It must have been unreal. I mean, how... how do you apologize for something like that? There&#039;s no way. It&#039;s all because of me and my old man. God, I f*cking hate him. He&#039;s like this mindless machine that I can&#039;t even relate to anymore. 
[crying, imitating his father] 
&#039;Andrew! You&#039;ve got to be number one! I won&#039;t tolerate any losers in this family! You&#039;re intensity is for sh*t! Win! Win! Win!&#039; You son of a b*tch. You know, sometimes I wish my knee would give. And I wouldn&#039;t be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all about me. 

And:

Brian Johnson: Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you&#039;re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain... 
Andrew Clark: ...and an athlete... 
Allison Reynolds: ...and a basket case... 
Claire Standish: ...a princess... 
John Bender: ...and a criminal... 
Brian Johnson: Does that answer your question?... Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, I may get hit with the cliché stick for this one but a hundred years from now I think these two from The Breakfast Club will still be iconic:</p>
<p>Andrew: And the bizarre thing is that I did it for my old man. I tortured this poor kid because I wanted him to think that I was cool. He&#8217;s always going off about how when he was in school and all the wild things he used to do. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right? So I&#8217;m sitting in the locker room and I&#8217;m taping up my knee, and Larry&#8217;s undressing a couple locker&#8217;s down from me. And he&#8217;s kinda, he&#8217;s kinda skinny. Weak. And I started thinkin&#8217; about my father, and his attitude about, about weakness. And the next thing I knew, I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him. And my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I&#8217;m sitting in Vernon&#8217;s office, all I could think about was Larry&#8217;s father and Larry having to go home and explain what happened to him. And the humiliation &#8211; the f*cking humiliation he must have felt. It must have been unreal. I mean, how&#8230; how do you apologize for something like that? There&#8217;s no way. It&#8217;s all because of me and my old man. God, I f*cking hate him. He&#8217;s like this mindless machine that I can&#8217;t even relate to anymore.<br />
[crying, imitating his father]<br />
&#8216;Andrew! You&#8217;ve got to be number one! I won&#8217;t tolerate any losers in this family! You&#8217;re intensity is for sh*t! Win! Win! Win!&#8217; You son of a b*tch. You know, sometimes I wish my knee would give. And I wouldn&#8217;t be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all about me. </p>
<p>And:</p>
<p>Brian Johnson: Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you&#8217;re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us&#8230; In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain&#8230;<br />
Andrew Clark: &#8230;and an athlete&#8230;<br />
Allison Reynolds: &#8230;and a basket case&#8230;<br />
Claire Standish: &#8230;a princess&#8230;<br />
John Bender: &#8230;and a criminal&#8230;<br />
Brian Johnson: Does that answer your question?&#8230; Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.</p>
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		<title>By: Taylor Blue</title>
		<link>http://www.sofachip.com/2009/03/10/the-five-best-movie-monologues/comment-page-1/#comment-3552</link>
		<dc:creator>Taylor Blue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 03:14:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It helps if I subscribe the follow ups...I am so blonde lately. LOL</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It helps if I subscribe the follow ups&#8230;I am so blonde lately. LOL</p>
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		<title>By: Jessica Rae</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jessica Rae</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 02:03:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is an excellent movie.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is an excellent movie.</p>
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		<title>By: Taylor Blue</title>
		<link>http://www.sofachip.com/2009/03/10/the-five-best-movie-monologues/comment-page-1/#comment-3549</link>
		<dc:creator>Taylor Blue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 15:25:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have always loved the monologue in My Girl that the girl says. It&#039;s a poem about her friend that just died. I can almost say it over in my head because I memorized it in high school.

Weeping willow,

With your tears running down.

Why do you always weep and frown?

Is it because he left you one day?

Is it because he could not stay?

On your branches he would swing,

Do you long for the happiness,

That day would bring?

He found shelter in your shade,

You thought his laughter would never fade.

Weeping willow stop your tears,

For there is something to calm your fears.

You think death has ripped you forever apart,

But I know he’ll always be in your heart.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have always loved the monologue in My Girl that the girl says. It&#8217;s a poem about her friend that just died. I can almost say it over in my head because I memorized it in high school.</p>
<p>Weeping willow,</p>
<p>With your tears running down.</p>
<p>Why do you always weep and frown?</p>
<p>Is it because he left you one day?</p>
<p>Is it because he could not stay?</p>
<p>On your branches he would swing,</p>
<p>Do you long for the happiness,</p>
<p>That day would bring?</p>
<p>He found shelter in your shade,</p>
<p>You thought his laughter would never fade.</p>
<p>Weeping willow stop your tears,</p>
<p>For there is something to calm your fears.</p>
<p>You think death has ripped you forever apart,</p>
<p>But I know he’ll always be in your heart.</p>
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