Big Trouble in Little China 1986 - Airport Scene (HD)

Virgin Ninja (2)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (2)"
   
   Joanna was at the Carmelite Monastery, saying the Holy Rosary; moreover, Friday was always a difficult day of meditation due to the Sorrowful Mysteries the Sacred Beads made you reflect upon, especially the Crowning with the Thorns, and how you mediated upon LOVE OF HUMILIATIONS; indeed, none was braver than Jesus Christ, His Heart--Source of ALL Consolation.  His Father, pure Spirit, the Source ITSELF, Christ having said:  "When you pray to My Father, pray in Spirit, for My Father is pure Spirit."  So, who's to question the pneumatic aspects of Christ?  Anyway, after the Rosary was finished, Sister Nelson and Joanna Blanc went outside into the heat of summer, enjoying the natural animism of it all.  

SISTER NELSON
Are you still fighting crime like Batman?

JOANNA
Yes.  But I'm not a millionaire.

SISTER NELSON
Fortunate.  Now, you actually have a chance of inheriting Heaven.

JOANNA
It's not easy being poor.

SISTER NELSON
Christ told Saint Peter it wasn't going to be easy.  God only gave Ten Commandments; next, you get to keep your geography, but Christ was harsher from a point of view, giving us more Commandments; then, His Mother gave the greatest Commandment:  "Do as My Son says."

JOANNA
Will sleaze ever fade into the vacuous black?

SISTER NELSON
There will come a time.  But for now, keep fighting the good fight, and persevere to the end.  For where your heart is, Christ said, so will your treasure be also.  

I'm Falling Even More In Love With You

Virgin Ninja (1)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (1)"
   
   Joanna Blanc was a forty-something blonde with short cropped curls of flaxen; moreover, a set of gray eyes, very hooded, a celestial nose, full kiss-me lips, and an athletic body that didn't brag buxom-ways, but merely cupcake cleavage--and she didn't give a damn.
   Miss Blanc worked at SUBWAY, doing the morning shift, lived in a shanty deep in the Arkansas brag of bucolic beauty, and drove an enduro Kawasaki, lime-green, so that she could always lose the cops by cutting through someone's yard or hitting a wooded trail.  She was a virgin.  Too, she was a Ninja.
   She starting out rolling with Rosary Beads in one pocket and a switchblade in the other; however, that wasn't enough to bring the jam of justice she desired to smear on the dastardly deeds of delinquents delivering diatribe against chaos yet practicing it themselves--basically, she was a slayer of hypocrites.  Like rich men with teen porn.
   It started in Little Rock during the 1970's, when her preacher step-father used to greet her at night in her bedroom, unzip his pants and expose an aroused member that he demanded she kiss.  After numerous macabre encounters, she bit it off, spit it out like a sour pickle, and got thrown in juvenile detention, her mother disowning her, and the rest was poverty, therapy, and tears, until she met a Carmelite Nun, getting faith and support; next, learned the ways of the Shinobi, better known as the Ninja--a covert warrior in feudal Japan, him standing up to the imperialistic Samurai, those guys armed with false honor--in her angst-fueled mind, though balanced with the totality of focus itself.
   So, she made sandwiches during the week, dismembered douchebags on Friday night, skulking with stealth; next, went to Mass on Sundays.
   She even carried the Rosary in her tabi boots, and nunchucks, many a shuriken; plus, a wooden wakizashi to crack craniums.  Hey, every girl has to get her groove on.  And she was no lesbian, but as white as snow.  

Robin Hood Cream Ale

   
   "Robin Hood Cream Ale"
   
   "Ye men of adventure, I am calling your name."  Those were the words tattooed on my first can of Pittsburgh steel beer, drank in the Dirty South of Arkansas.  And only enlisted Navy men and dockworkers should have tattoos, kids--in my dumb ass opinion.
   It was Holland, Gibbs, and myself.  I was fifteen.  Collected beer cans back in the 70's.  Found plenty of full ones in the Pittsburgh jungle.  Years later, Holland said we should refrigerate it and drink it.  We did.  
   Holland and myself split the pint.  Gibbs just drank the froth; thus, his name from that moment on was always:  Froth Man.  
   

Opening Cantina Scene [1080p]

MATTHEW 10:34-36

   
   "MATTHEW 10:34-36"
   
   Keep reading this passage--it gets more hardcore, theologically and truthfully.  

34)  Think not that I am come to send peace on earth:  I came not to send peace, but a sword.

35)  For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.

36)  A man's foes shall be of his own household.