just spent 5.5 hours straight writing an academic paper on Rust Cohle for my college abnormal psych class. 11 pages, 3500 words and I could’ve made it twice as long but didnt want my professor to hate her life lmao
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the other night i got absolutely baked and dreamt I was Rust cohle investigating a bizarre murder in rural texas, and for a brief moment, my life was complete
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Alright I’m just gonna post the transcript for this scene because I love it so much.
Marty: I just need her to give me another shot. If I could just get another shot...
Rust: Listen, can I tell you something?
Marty: Yeah.
Rust: This is none of my business. I don't want to hear it.
Marty: All right. I'm sorry.
Rust: *lights cigarette*
Marty: You total shit. You know, this is part on you, you know? You can't just slide into my life, creating tensions, judging me...
Rust: What, I make you tap some bimbo, looks like a young Maggie? I make you flaunt that shit? Fuck, that night at the Longhorn, you were so obvious, man, checking her out, and she looked crazy enough to have followed you there. With all the dick swagger you roll, you can't spot crazy pussy?
Marty: I fucked up. I just... *Sighs and grab’s Rust’s cigarette.* I like something wild. I always did. I just... it feels like it... it smoothes out the other parts of my life most of...
Rust: Listen, Marty, one more time. It's none of my fuckin' business.
Marty: Ah, fuck.
Rust: Look, we got a job to do. Off-book. That's the only play I can think of.
Marty: I... I got to straighten out things with the family. I got to fix it.
Rust: That bike club. I know 'em. I had deals with 'em when I was working narco. We can get to that motherfucker Ledoux. So, enough with this self-improvement, penance, hand-wringing shit. Let's go to work. Do you think you're...
Marty: Fuuuck! Hell of a bedside manner you got, Rust.
Rust: Ah, you know being stupid's different than callin' in sick, and this is a bar, not a fuckin' bedside.
Marty: Friend in need. Every time I think you hit a ceiling, you just keep raising the bar. You are like the Michael Jordan of being a son of a bitch.
Rust: Let's go. Come on. You’re really gonna love this jacket I got. *pats Marty’s back*
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