Full Metal Jacket: Private Cowboy: Don't shit me, man! Private Joker: I wouldn't shit you. You're my favorite turd! ---- Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, private? Private Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high. ---- Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddam common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you. ---- Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child? ---- Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name fat-body? Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Lawrence? Lawrence what of Arabia? Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That name sounds like royalty are you royalty? Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you suck dicks? Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit. I bet you could suck a golfball through a garden hose. Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't like the name Lawrence, only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence. From now on you're Gomer Pyle.
From the Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers: Frodo: I can't do this Sam. Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. Frodo: What are we holding on to Sam? Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
STARWARS... May the Force be with you... The force is with you young skywalkwer, but you re not a jedi yet... VADER: If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father. LUKE: He told me enough! He told me you killed him. VADER: No. I am your father. + "Everytihing will be allright" - requiem for a dream + V for Vendetta "Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof." "Evey, please. . .there is a face beneath this mask, but it's not me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath them." "People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people." "Remember, remember the 5th of November."
I remember a simple one from James bond movies. Bond, James Bond.::: While telling name!! I have also heard a very hilarious joke over this.
V for Vendetta: V: [Evey pulls out her mace] I can assure you I mean you no harm. Evey Hammond: Who are you? V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey Hammond: Well I can see that. V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is. Evey Hammond: Oh. Right. V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. V: Voilà ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. [carves V into poster on wall] V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [giggles] V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person? V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with? Evey Hammond: I'm Evey. V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are. Evey Hammond: What does that mean? V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don't believe in coincidences. ------------------------------------------ Creedy: Defiant to the end, huh? You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. You're like me. V: The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is we're both about to die. Creedy: How do you imagine that's gonna happen? V: With my hands around your neck. Creedy: Bollocks. Whatchya gonna do, huh? We've swept this place. You've got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns. V: No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer be standing, because if I am you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.
heheheh just hit my head from old movie "lawnmower man" " lawnmower man is in your head now, jake. There is no escape." I will dig my head to find better ones
holy crap, almost 2 years old since the last post! If you don't chew Big Red, then F you ~ Ricky Bobby
A buck, how do you manage a buck? - Problem Child - i know i probably shouldn't like this movie, but its so funny.