Cris Mikayla

Scituate High School

Class of 2010

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Cris Mikayla - Class of 2010 - Scituate High School

First Name	Cris
Last Name	Mikayla
Graduation Year	Class of 2010
Gender	Female
Hometown	North Scituate, Rhode Island
About Me	Imagination is stronger than knowledge....Myth is more potent than history....Dreams are more powerful than facts....Hope always triumphs over experience...Laughter is the cure for grief....and Love is stronger than death Criss :] MORE QUOTES: (it won't let me fit it all up there so i'll put the rest over here =D...) Charlie: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Mitch Henessey: I hope not, 'cause I'm thinking how much my balls hurt. Charlie: Oh honey, only four inches? Timothy: You'll feel me. Mitch Henessey: ...everyone knows, when you make an assumption, you make an ass out of "u" and "umption". Mitch Henessey: We jumped out of a building. Nathan: Yes, it was very exciting. Tomorrow we go to the zoo. Charlie: You're Waldman. Nathan: No, I'm the Hill Brothers bean buyer. Who else would I be? Hang on. If you want me to talk in front of him, you may be asked... to kill him later. It works for me. Your call. Mitch Henessey: I'm always frank and earnest with women. Uh, in New York I'm Frank, and Chicago I'm Ernest. Samantha: Easy, sport. I got myself outta Beirut once, I think I can get outta New Jersey. Mitch: Yeah? Well, don't be so sure. Others have tried and failed. The entire population, in fact. Samantha: I know he has a pin in his leg, car accident. I... I know he cuts his own hair. He doesn't even own a TV. He... he sits when he pees... Mitch: Hey, hey, hey. That's enough, I'm gettin' a boner here, all right? Mitch: Oh, shit! Ah, that hurt like shit! Samantha: I know. That's why I distracted you first. Same principle as deflowering virgins. Mitch: Huh? What? Virgin - ? What? Samantha: Read it in this Harold Robbins book. Guy bites her on the ear. Distracts from the pain. Ever try that? Mitch: No, no, I sock 'em in the jaw and yell, "Pop goes the weasel." Mitch: And what about your daughter, what's her name... Cathead? Samantha: Caitlin. Mitch Henessey: Question. You keep saying "I this", "I that". Like well [pause] Mitch Henessey: it's like you don't need me anymore. Charlie: [looks at Mitch] Good point. [opens passenger side door] Mitch Henessey: Hey, hey [Charlie kicks him out of the car] Mitch Henessey: HEY! [Mitch rolls a couple times and ends up on the sidewalk] Charlie: Chefs do that. Charlie: Die screaming motherfucker. Mitch Henessey: You foxy bitch. Unknown henchman: I'm hurt real bad. I think I'm dying. Timothy: Continue dying. Out. Charlie: Suck my dick, every one of you bastards. Charlie: Goddamn it. You're early. So Perkins wants me dead, huh? What's the rush? Why don't you just go away and come back at midnight? Shoo. Alley Agent: Hey, honey, this is a real big fucking gun. Mitch Henessey: This ain't no ham on rye pal. Charlie: What the hell are you doing? Mitch Henessey: Saving your life. I would have been here soo...(read more)