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D- This October Carnegie Mellon University will celebrate the 25th a machine that's as easy to talk to as a human, is still far off, but the field has come a long. Oi! Get Off Our Train! videos, songs and links to other resources and activities. of travelling with his dog in his toy train and meeting lots of endangered animals along the way. Alternatively, go to our playlist on our YouTube channel. Joe's Pub is a small cabaret across the lobby from the theater where Hamilton began. The YouTube video goes viral. Modern politicians find ways to blame Hamilton for the rise of Wall Street and Hey yo, I'm just like my country Thirteen miles and 28 stops south on the A Train, Alexander Hamilton.

What are you talking about? Well, I just thought it was fair to let everyone know about the Tom rumours, you know. How the guy that's about to become Prime Minister chugs antidepressants like they're fucking Smints. How the Black Dog humps his leg and shits in his duvet every four months; I think that will bump the Watford walkout. You've gone fucking psycho son, fucking psycho!

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Why don't I get something in? A man cannot live on Jaffa Cakes alone, obviously. I need you over there with a fucking blowtorch, right now! They don't have a plan. Perhaps you should give them one.

Yes, fantastic actually, Malcolm, because obviously I have a very suitable one tattooed on the underside of my scrotum, so-- Malcolm: You're using all the minutes on my "Talk until you get head cancer" tariff!

What do you think? To be honest, I was really hoping that was going to be shit, because I'm tired, and I'd quite like to hit someone. I'm not leaving it to you. You couldn't organise a bum-rape in a barracks. What the fuck is wrong with these people? I mean, what is this, potential leader speed dating? Right, who is standing? Adam Kenyon to another journalist working on a Ballentine story: Well, ditch that for a starter, get rid of her, I can't stand her fucking face. You know, I think you should eat something.

Eat something, that'd be right, wouldn't it? You know what, our coverage so far has either been wrong or guesswork, which was wrong. So all we have now is a story-shaped hole! Seriously, your blood sugar's low. Makes you very irritable. No, what makes me very irritable, Angela, is having no fucking stories and having to fill an entire newspaper with just fucking prepositions!

Malcolm On the phone to Adam Kenyon: If you do think about running with this pill story, I'll personally fucking eviscerate you, right? I mean, I don't have your education, I don't know what that means.

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But I'll start by ripping your cock off and I'll busk it from there. I'm just gonna go make some nuisance calls, I'll see you in about half a — Stop fucking blinking! Or I will take your optic nerve and strangle you with it. You look after him, Ollie, OK?

He's a very important man. Cock like a caber. What's the news, just — Angela Heaney: Just tell me what the fucking news is and I'll put it on the front page. It's not like we're The Independentwe can't just stick a headline saying 'Cruelty' and then stick a picture of a dolphin or a whale underneath it. I mean, that's just fucking cheating, that's rubbish. Well, what I'm hearing is Ben Swain. Right, I literally don't know who he is. I'm not being stupid or anything, but I physically don't know who Ben Swain is.

The Special Boat Service or whatever it's fucking called, and this could be a massive coup. Ben Swain is what I'm hearing. So what does that mean? Well, it means that the rats are now returning to a very buoyant ship So that's lovely, isn't it? What does that mean for me, then? I guess that means that you're standing in the chamber of the House of Commons with your big flaccid dick hanging out with a "Vote for me" sticker on the end.

B-but you said I had a chance! About half an hour ago you said I was in with a shot!! Well half an hour ago you were in with a shot! This is half an hour hence! We've fucking time-travelled, yes? We're in a weird and wonderful world where everything is different! Maybe, outside, the polar ice caps have melted, maybe there's fucking robots knocking about and Davina McCall's the new Pope!

Maybe, you can download rice! I want you, right now, to think about your future, okay? Think about what you are doing! Get yourself back on the train to fucking Tomsville, yeah? That's the English equivalent of sport, isn't it? No actual physical contact, just glaring. What we're having here is a secret conversation, and I'm hoping that this time you can keep the fucking secret, because normally you're about as secure as a hymen in a South London comprehensive.

That's offensive on a number of levels, in a very concise way. Jamie to Terri and Robyn: Hey, Desperate Housewives, have you found out who's leaking it yet? He just told me — Jamie: No, no, no, wait, Julius? Well, I'll tell you, if he thinks he's leaking now, wait 'till you see when I'm finished with him! He'll look like fucking Mel Gibson's Jesus! Jamie has found out that Nicholson has leaked Immigration figures Jamie: It was you, wasn't it?!

You mimsy, bastard, quisling, leak FUCK! What are you-- Jamie: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you will be sorry, you inflatable cock! You fucking sold us out, didn't you? Well, James, I can't deny something until I have the actual charge presented Okay, okay, okay, okay!

You, Julius Nicholson, being of sound mind but with a body that looks like a giant sex toy did knowingly do us up the shit-hole by passing confidential information to the enemy! And I am going to have your guts as a skipping rope!

And your lungs sun-dried and turned into a little fucking waistcoat! James, technically it was not a leak, because firstly- Malcolm: Eat that fucking prawn. I'm not eating prawns, Malcolm. Eat a bit of fucking pizza. Have some fucking chow mein! Stuff it in his fucking head! Stuff it in his big baby head! Go on, have some! This is an expensive suit! Jamie tries to beat up Julius Julius: Hey, hey hey hey! I'm not a joke, okay, all right, hello?! I am a man. I am a man, you know, you know?! And, it's collapsing in front of me.

You know, Tom's lot, they're never going to want me, are they? And fucking Hugh, now, he Jesus Christ, this is all! No, no, go away! I'm irrelevant, I'm irrelevant, I'm irrelevant! Malcolm receives an alert on his phone: Oh, I've been summoned to the breakfast meeting, to talk to Tom about This Morning: Fuck you very much, you unscrupulous bastard.

Scruples, what are they? Is that those low-fat Kettle Chips? OK people, wake up and smell the cock! Hey Ben, next time that you wanna stab Caesar, make sure you're not holding a fucking plastic spoon. The Mail are revealing that Ben Swain was racist to a cleaner Glenn: I've been leaking for 27 years, I know how it's done, I leaked it! Well not from the mouth, anyway. You fucking shut up.

At least this is Hugh's Glenn. All that you are, mate, is fucking Ben's Glenn. I notice they got Tom to do the questionnaire. What, trying to make himself look more like a human being and less like a calculator with Aspergers?

What does he say? Bollocks, he wasn't even at the birth of his son. Actually no, he was in an all-night sitting of the Communications Bill, fast asleep. And his sister-in-law woke him with a text. And do we believe him? Er, well that's tough. I think you just press F5 for that one, to be absolutely honest with you.

No of course he hasn't, you idiot, 'Listening to opera'. Why tonight of all fucking nights, why tonight?

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Oh well, that's easy: Opposition Extra[ edit ] Emma Messinger: Peter, hi, it's Emma. Now listen, Stewart says this really is the strategy. We're supposed to be the opposition, for Christ's sake. In the old days, we wouldn't have been weeping over his grave, we'd have been pissing on it.

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If we start point-scoring now, we're just going to look like opportunist weasels. That was a joke? Tell Stewart I'm not doing it. Tell him bollocks to it, tell him to fuck off. Tell Stewart to f— Now, Peter, that's not really a very good idea, is it? He's not going to like it if you tell him to fuck off, is he? Yeah, not actually fuck off, just make an excuse, pretty it up, but when you do tell him, make sure that he knows, reading between the lines, that I told you to tell him to fuck off, but you're prettying it up.

I was supposed to be making an announcement this morning on the failures in the immigration system, making a big speech! Yeah, Peter, we were there; you know, I mean, you were giving your recipe for spag bol, and then Gordon Ramsay walks in and takes us all out for peacock and chips.

Emma Messinger arriving at Peter's house: I thought it was Kate Winslet, she generally pops round about now. Stewart Pearson on the phone: Peter, we need you to go on News 24like Phil asked, and to say nice things about the PM. Can I at least subtly suggest they're waving in a man who pulls himself off by reading European tax law amendments? No way, we do not slag off Tom, we want Tom in. Charles Bobbit, Brown's longtime personal manager and friend. James Brown uttered his last words minutes before his death, and then he took three, long quiet breaths and closed his eyes.

His very last words were: I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think vainly, flattered myself that without very much bloodshed it might be done. John Brownan American abolitionist. These words were not spoken, but written on a note and handed to a guard right before his execution. His spoken last words are usually considered to be: This is a beautiful country. Whatever the result may be, I shall carry to my grave the consciousness that at least I meant well for my country.

James Buchanan15th President of the United States. I'd like you to give my love to my family and friends. Ted Bundyan American serial killer, kidnapper, rapist, and necrophile who assaulted and murdered numerous young women and girls. Those were Bundy's last words before being executed in the electric chair. Burke replied to the captain of Pacific Southwest Airlines Flightwho inquired what "the problem" was after Burke fired a gun in the cabin of the plane.

Burke shot the pilots and himself, deliberately crashing the flight. On that subject I am coy. Burr was an atheist. His last words were a response to the efforts of his friend, Reverend P. Van Pelt, to get Burr to state that there was a God. Back in no time. BurroughsAmerican novelist, short story writer, essayist, painter, and spoken word performer. Spoken to a friend as he was being loaded into an ambulance after suffering a heart attack; he was comatose upon arrival at the hospital and never regained consciousness.

I love you, too. BushAmerican politician, 41st president of the United States Note: Said to his eldest son, George W. Bushbefore his death. The corruption of the state shall fall. Governor Taft, you will not be re-elected.

The rest of you, you know where you can go. Byrd told his family he loved them and that they should keep fighting the death penalty. Lord ByronBritish poet. I went the distance. Steve Byrnesan American television announcer and producer. Final words sent from a tweet. Min qibal rabi alkaebati, laqad kunt najihatan. By the Lord of the Ka'bah, I have been successful. Ali ibn Abi Talibcousin and son-in-law of the Islamic prophet Muhammad, ruling over the Islamic caliphate from to This was spoken after being hit on the head with a poisoned sword, while leading the Morning Prayer, by Ibn Maljam, a fundamentalist.

Acta est fabula, plaudite! The play is over, applaud! This is the phrase said at the end of Roman plays. You too, my child? Suetonius himself, however, actually discounts these claims, and asserts that Caesar said nothing as he died, apart from a groan. His definite last words according to Suetonius were instead, Ista, quidem vis est! Why, this is violence! I can't see anything. I've got the bows up… I'm going! Donald CampbellBritish speed record breaker who broke eight absolute world speed records.

Final radio transmission from Bluebird K7 as she lifted from the surface of Conniston Water, flipped bow over stern and smashed to pieces on the lake surface in January Campbell was attempting to set a new world water speed record exceeding mph.

His first run was mph. The crash occurred on the return run. Had he completed it, it would have been fast enough to set a record exceeding mph. This is not the end of me. Nose broken at last interrogation.

My time is up. Was not a traitor. Did my duty as a German. If you survive, please tell my wife… Who: Wilhelm Canarismember of the July 20 plothis last note before execution to the man in the cell next to him.

It's me, it's Buddy… I'm cold. Truman Capotewriter. Why is it, is it the strength of the seam, or the wealth of the seam, that you continue to send men into work in such a dangerous environment?

Richard Carletonreporter for National Nine News. During a media conference that was held at Beaconsfield, Tasmania on 7 MayRichard Carleton asked this question to Matthew Gill mine manager of the Beaconsfield minein light of the Beaconsfield mine collapse. When Gill declined to answer the question, Carleton walked away and suffered a heart attack; he was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital.

So, this is death. Thomas CarlyleScottish philosopher, satirical writer, essayist, historian and teacher. Andrew Carnegiesteel magnate and philanthropist. Spoken to his wife whom had bid him goodnight. What a beautiful place to die. John Carradinean American actor, best known for his roles in horror films, Westerns and Shakespearean theatre. He died from multiple organ failure at Fatebenefratelli Hospital in Milan, Italy at age Hours before he was stricken, he had climbed the steep steps of Milan's Gothic cathedral, the Duomo.

Don't abandon my Indians! Kit CarsonAmerican frontiersman. His final words have also been reported as "Adios, compadres. George Washington Carveran American botanist and inventor. Ho vissuto come filosofo, e morto come cristiano. I have lived as a philosopher, and die as a Christian.

Giacomo Casanovaan Italian adventurer and author from the Republic of Venice. So much wasted time. We got a bad fire! Let's get out - we're burning up… Who: An Apollo 1 astronaut, probably Roger Chaffee. All three crew members perished in a launchpad fire, You see, this is how you die.

Coco ChanelFrench fashion designer of women's clothes and founder of the Chanel brand. Approaching dissolution brings relief. Neville ChamberlainBritish prime minister. Graham Chapmancomedian of Monty Python fame. Spoken to his adopted son who had just arrived at the hospital. Tell [Carl] Mays I'm okay. Cleveland Indians' baseball player Ray Chapman.

Chapman had been accidentally hit in the head by a pitch from Carl Mays, and died from complications of a skull fracture This was thirty-two years before batting helmets were first worn Pittsburgh Pirates,and fifty years before Major League Baseball had made them mandatory To this day, Chapman is the only Major League Baseball player ever to die as a direct result of injuries sustained during a game.

I go from a corruptible to an incorruptible Crown, where no disturbance can be, no disturbance in the world. Charles IKing of England, on the executioner's block, 30 January You must pardon me, gentlemen, for being a most unconscionable time a-dying. Charles IIson of the above, After all, it belongs to him. Comedian Charlie Chaplind. Yo no quiero morir, por favor no me dejen morir. I don't want to die. Please don't let me die.

Due to a severe respiratory infection, he was unable to speak for several days before his death. According to Venezuelan general Jose Ornella, he mouthed these words before suffering a massive heart attack and dying. U menya ne bylo shampanskogo v techeniye dolgogo vremeni. I haven't had champagne for a long time. Anton Chekhovplaywright, His doctor had given him champagne after all other attempts to ease the symptoms of death from tuberculosis failed. Take a step forward lads - it'll be easier that way.

As this earth will suffocate me, I implore you to have my body opened so that I will not be buried alive. Play Mozart in memory of me—and I will hear you. Frederic ChopinPolish composer and pianist.

He had a neurotic fear of being buried alive. The first quote was written on a note some hours before his death. The second quote was spoken to his physician when asked if he was suffering greatly; he died about two hours later. The third quote is what Chopin reportedly murmured on his death-bed The opera reader, Biancolli,p.

In keeping with Channel 40's policy of bringing you the latest in blood and guts and in living color, you are going to see another first — attempted suicide. Christine Chubbuckyear-old anchorwoman who, on July 15,during technical difficulties during a broadcast on WXLT-TV in Sarasota, Floridasaid these words on-air before producing a revolver and shooting herself in the head While she drew the gun on camera, the technicians quickly cut the video feed, but the gunshot could be clearly heard.

She was pronounced dead in hospital fourteen hours later. I'm so bored with it all.

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This was spoken before slipping into a coma and dying nine days later. Nihil propriis quid facis, latro, autem non tentant recte ut interficias me. There is nothing proper about what you are doing, soldier, but do try to kill me properly. CiceroRoman statesman and orator. But he could easily be writing notes for revisions to the show. We love West Side Story. I want to be in that club. I want to be in the club that writes the musical that every high school does.

Chernow hopes he has eight or ten more of these in him. Rapt, his tired face washed smartphone blue, behind him the sidewalks teem and the Times Square light show explodes.

Eventually a couple of people find him. The show is successful because the show is so good, and the show is so good largely because of Lin-Manuel Miranda.

His secret is that he writes in service of character, to advance story. Without having to contrive event or fabricate plot he breathes life into history and Alexander Hamilton, animates him, stands him up and makes him sing, makes him human for a couple of hours.

A democracy in which the best idea wins. None of those things. He helped make a masterpiece. And when my time is up? Have I done enough? Will they tell my story?