Mailbox #1, you have fifteen messages.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

It's not so enjoyable we live in an era of fraud in America not just in banking, but in government education, religion food, even baseball what bothers me... Isn't that .. Fraud is not nice or that fraud... is mean it's that .. For fifteen thousand years fraud and short-sighted thinking have never ever worked not once, eventually Jesus you'll get caught we're at thirtyseven things go south! -It's f***ing plummeting man, it's f***ing plummeting!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

Long exposure is... Fifteen billion Jesus Christ, are you f***ing kidding me?! -You kept saying defaults over eight percent were impossible!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

I'll bet you fifteen million, she wins!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

We wanna do fifteen million in swaps on the double-a tranche I don't understand!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

Ten... but maybe fifteen.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

We all know about bonds... You give em to your snot nosed kid when he turns fifteen maybe when he's thirty he makes a hundred bucks.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

I'll have some men there inside of fifteen minutes. Sit tight, and don't panic.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script

VOICE (O.S.) Right. Don't say my name, just listen. Somebody shot your father outside his place fifteen minutes ago.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script

One photograph is of a smiling man, JACK WOLTZ, linked arm in arm with fifteen movie stars on either side, including a lovely young child star to his immediate right.
>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script

Fifteen years ago.
>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script

WESTLEY (CONT'D) His name was Cummerbund. The real Roberts has been retired fifteen years and living like a king in Patagonia." Then he explained the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. You see, no one would surrender to the Dread Pirate Westley.
>> The Princess Bride Movie Script

“Why, I’m a minister of the Lord,” he said. “Don’t point your dern guns at me, we’re just having breakfast. This is my boy, Tom.” Call disarmed the two, which only took a second. The fifteen horses were grazing in plain sight not a hundred yards from the camp.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

In the early spring, while the weather was still chancy, fifteen horses disappeared one night. It was only by luck that the theft was discovered, for in such a place at such a time horsethieves were the last thing they were expecting. Call had taken the precaution of going with Old Hugh to two or three of the nearest Indian camps to meet the chiefs and do the usual diplomacy, in the hope of preventing the sort of surprise encounter that had proven deadly for Gus. The visits made him sad, for the Indians were not belligerent and it was apparent that Gus had merely struck the wrong bunch at the wrong time, in the wrong manner. It was a depressing irony, for Gus had always been one to preach diplomacy with the red man and over the years had engaged in many councils that Call himself thought pointless. Gus had talked to many a warrior that Call would merely have shot, and yet had got killed in a place where most of the Indians were happy to talk, particularly to a man who owned an endless supply of beef.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Since the Hat Creek remuda was not in the best of shape, Call decided to go see about the horses. They had a great stroke of luck and caught them in a box canyon only fifteen miles from the headquarters. The horses were smallish, but still fat from a summer’s grazing. Bert Borum, the best roper in the outfit, caught eighteen of the horses and they were brought back, hobbled, to the remuda.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Dr. Mobley chuckled unhappily. “That’s what they say,” he said. He breathed heavily for a time, and then stood up.“I’ll go get the whiskey,” he said. “While I’m about it, I’d advise you to take a sober look at your prospects. If you persist in your attachment to your right leg it’ll be the last opportunity you have to take a sober look at anything.” “Don’t forget to tip that girl,” Augustus said. “Hurry back with my whiskey and bring a glass.” Dr. Mobley turned at the door. “We should operate today,” he said. “Within the hour, in fact, although we could wait long enough for you to get thoroughly drunk, if that would help. There’s men enough around here to hold you down, and I think I could have that leg off in fifteen minutes.” “You ain’t getting that leg,” Augustus said. “I might could get by without the one, but I can’t without both.” “I assure you the alternative is gloomy,” Dr. Mobley said. “Why close your own case? You’ve a taste for music and you seem to have funds. Why not spend the next few years listening to whores play the piano?” “You said the girl was dying,” Augustus said. “Just go get the whiskey.” Dr. Mobley returned a little later with two bottles of whiskey and a glass. A young giant of a man, so tall he had to stoop to get in the room, followed him.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

With Deets dead, Augustus and Call alternated the scouting duties. One day Augustus asked Newt to ride along with him, much to Newt’s surprise. In the morning they saw a grizzly, but the bear was far upwind and didn’t scent them. It was a beautiful day—no clouds in the sky. Augustus rode with his big rifle propped across the saddle—he was in the highest of spirits. They rode ahead of the herd some fifteen miles or more, and yet when they stopped to look back they could still see the cattle, tiny black dots in the middle of the plain, with the southern horizon still far behind them.
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