The Richard B. Riddick Guide To Tango

15th February 2009

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Johns: Javier Rodriguez just escaped from a maximum security prison.
Fry: Should he just stay locked up forever?
Johns: That would be my choice.
Fry: Is he really that dangerous?
Johns: Only if your girlfriend's a tango dancer.


Johns: How's it look?
Riddick: Looks clear.
[Johns steps sideways, and a beginner couple flies out towards them. They duck and the couple flies off into the night]
Johns: You said it was clear!
Riddick: I said it looked clear.
Johns: Well, how does it look now?
Riddick: Looks clear.


Riddick: They say most of your brain shuts down during tango dancing. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake.


Jack: Where the hell can I get eyes like that?
Riddick: Gotta steer your dance partner into a few people.
Jack: 'Kay, I can do it.
Riddick: Then you got to get locked away in a dance academy, where they tell you you'll never see daylight again. You dig up a doctor, and you pay him 20 menthol Kools to do a surgical shine job on your eyeballs.
Jack: So you can see who's sneaking up behind you on the dance floor?
Riddick: Exactly.

Imam: Because you do not believe in Zotto does not mean Zotto does not believe in - .
Riddick: Think someone could spend half their life dancing in an out of town hick milonga and not believe? Think he could start out spending two years with a broom stick wrapped around his shoulders and not believe? Got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in Zotto... And I absolutely hate the ****er.

Riddick: [looking downstairs at Negracha] But they forgot to lock the cellar...

Riddick: Back to your local milonga, huh? Just huddled together, until you die of boredom? 'Til you can't see what's eating you? Is that the big plan?

Jack: Three dance lanes?
Shazza: Bloody Hell.


Riddick: That's pariah corner over there, especially for the girl in the combat pants.
[Johns looks at Fry]
Johns: The **** you talking about? She's wearing a dress.
Riddick: Not her.
[turns around and looks at Jack]
Riddick: Her.

Riddick: [Fry is fighting with Riddick, who wants to leave Jack and Imam behind] You wanna stay at Corrientes 444?
Fry: I would try to get a dance!
Riddick: You didn't answer me.
Fry: Yes, Riddick. I would. I would die for a dance.
Riddick: [pulling off goggles] How interesting.


Jack: [sneaks up on Paris and puts a sharp stiletto heel up to his throat] She'd probably get you here, right here, under the chin, and you'd never even hear her. That's how good Noelia Hurtado is!
Paris: Tell me, did you run away from your parents, or did they run away from you?

Riddick: [looks over dance floor at The Dome] Strong survival instinct. I admire that in a woman.

The Chronicles of Riddick

They are an army unlike any other
crusading across the stars toward a place called LunfardoVerse, their promised land...
a constellation of dark new worlds.
Necromilongueros, they're called. And if they cannot convert you, they will kill you.
Leading them, the Lord Marshal. He alone has made a pilgrimage
to the gates of the LunfardoVerse and returned a different being.
Stronger. Stranger. Half alive and half...something else.
If we are to survive, a new balance must be found.
In normal times, evil would be fought by good.
But in times like these, well, it should be fought by another kind of evil.
Tango Nuevo.

Riddick: You made three mistakes. First, you took the DJ job. Second, you came light - a three-track tanda for me? F***in' insulting. But the worst mistake you made...You didn't practice your colgadas.

Holy Man: This is Aereon, an envoy from the Tangomental race. She means you no harm.

Aereon: There are very few of us who have met a Necromilongueros and lived to speak of it. So when I choose to speak of it, you should choose to listen.
Riddick: Necromilongueros?.
Aereon: It is the name that will convert or kill every last human life.. unless the universe can rebalance itself.
Aereon: There is a story, Riddick,of young male Nuevoyans...strangled at birth...strangled with their own chords.

Lord Marshall: Look around you. Every Necromilonguero in this hall, every one of the Golden Age Legion Vast that just swept aside your defenses in one night...was once like you. Danced as feebly as you. Every Necromilonguero that lives today...is a convert.

Blond Necromilonguero: We all began... as something else. I've done... unbelievable colgadas...in the name of a tango style that was never my own. And he'll do to her what he did to me. The Necromilonguero in me warns you not to go back. But the Nuevoyan in me...hopes you won't listen.

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