Baby: Your tattoo says 'hat'? JD: Yeah, it used to say 'hate'. But to increase my chances of employment I had the E removed. Baby: How's that working out for you? JD: Who doesn't like hats?
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Edgar Wright
Edgar Howard Wright (born 18 April 1974) is an English director, screenwriter, producer, and actor. He is best known for his comedic Three Flavours Cornetto film trilogy—comprising Shaun of the Dead (2004), Hot Fuzz (2007), and The World's End (2013)—made with recurrent collaborators Simon Pegg, Nira Park, and Nick Frost. He had previously collaborated with them as the director of the television series Spaced (1999–2001). In 2010, Wright co-wrote, produced, and directed the comedy film Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. Along with his friends Joe Cornish and Steven Moffat, he co-wrote Steven Spielberg's The Adventures of Tintin (2011). Wright and Cornish co-wrote the screenplay for the Marvel Studios film Ant-Man in 2015, which Wright intended to direct but abandoned, citing creative differences. In 2017, Wright wrote, directed, and produced the action-thriller Baby Driver. 2Early life Wright was born in Poole, Dorset, but grew up predominantly in Wells, Somerset. Throughout the late 1980s and early 1990s, he directed many short films, first on a Super-8 camera which was a gift from a family member and later on a Video-8 camcorder won in a competition on the television programme Going Liv
The moment you catch feelings is the moment you catch a bullet.
He's a looney. Just like his tunes.
If you don't see me again, it's because I'm dead.
Baby: You and I are a team, Doc. Doc: Don't feed me any more lines from Monsters Inc. It pisses me off.
Shaun: [shouts] What am I doing? What are you doing, you stupid moron? Ed: Fuck off! Shaun: [shouts] You fuck off! Fuck fucking off! I’ve spent...look at me! I’ve spent my entire life sticking my neck out for you, and all you ever do is fuck things up! Fuck things up and make me look stupid! Well,…
[Shaun and Ed pull up to Barbara’s house and sees Philip’s Jaguar in the driveway] Ed: Oh! Hello! Who’s a pretty boy, then? [wolf whistle] You didn’t tell me Barbara had a Jag. I’ve always wanted to drive one of those. Shaun: Yeah, well, it’s Philip’s, okay? He won’t let anybody near it. Honestly, I…
Shaun: No, Noel, no matter you might think, okay, I do not find it difficult to keep my work and my social life separate. Worker: Shaun, it’s Liz for you. [hands him the phone]
Ed: I’m sorry, Shaun. Shaun: It’s OK. Ed: No, I’m sorry, Shaun. Shaun: What? [smells Ed’s fart] Oh, God, that’s rotten! Ed: I’ll stop doing it when you stop laughing! Shaun: I am not laughing.
Ed: [Directing Shaun on where to shoot] There! Shaun: Where? Ed: Three o’clock! Dianne: Oh! Over there again. Quarter to twelve. Shaun: What? David: Eleven forty-five! Shaun: Keep it simple! Ed: Top left.
If you get cornered...[hits himself on head with cricket bat]...bash ’em in the head, that seems to work. Ow.
David: Basically, I’d say your nine lives are up, Shaun. Shaun: Get fucked, four eyes! Why don’t you go out with her if you love her so much? David: What do you mean by that? [storms off] Well, I don’t know what he meant by that. [uncomfortable silence]
[Shaun hands Liz a bunch of flowers] Shaun: Got you these. [Liz reads the label] Liz: ‘To a wonderful mum’? Shaun: [sniggers] Oooh! Yeah, that’s, because...I thought, it would be, funny, because of what you said last night about me y’know, don’t wanna be my mum and that. It’s just a little joke,…
David: You still haven’t met his mum? Shaun: Not yet! Dianne: Don’t you get on with your mum, Shaun? Shaun: It’s not that I don’t get on with her... David: Are you ashamed by your mum, Shaun? Shaun: No! I love my mum! Ed: I love his mum, too. Shaun: Ed! Ed: [singing] She’s like butter! Shaun: Ed.
Ed: See? You don’t need Liz to have a good time. Shaun: Oh, don’t, man. Ed: No! Go ahead, look at me. Can I just say one more thing? I’m not gonna say, you know, there’s plenty more fish in the sea. I’m not going to say if you love her, let her go. And I’m not going to bombard you with clichés. But…
Shaun: [about Ed] Oh, he sells a bit of weed every now and again, you know. You’ve sold puff. Pete: Yeah. Once. At college. To you.
Shaun: Well maybe one should do the other, and then do themselves. Liz: Oh maybe you should do me, I’ll only muck it up if I have to do myself. [Shaun mimes shooting Liz and then himself, to see how it feels] Shaun: You know, I don’t think I’ve got it in me to shoot my flatmate, my mum, and my…
Shaun: Pete? Pete? Ed: Why don’t we just go up? Shaun: No. No. Wait. No. No! Don’t go up there! Ed: Why not? Shaun: Because A, he might be one of them, and B, he might still be annoyed. Pete? Maybe he went into work. Ed: Well, how come he didn’t drive? His keys are still here. Shaun: Well, maybe he…
Shaun: Mum, look, what would you say if I told you that over the years Philip’s been quite unkind to me? Barbara: Well, you weren’t always the easiest person to live with. Shaun: Mum, he chased me around the garden with a bit of wood! Barbara: Well, you did call him a you-know-what! Shaun: Oh what,…
Ed: [sees a zombified Pete] Hey, Shaun, look who it is! Shaun: Fuck-a-doodle-do.