Frank Bailey: Get this straight, you corn-holin' fucker. You tell your queer-ass nigger bosses that they ain't never gonna find those civil rightsers down here! So you might as well pack up and go back up North where you came from and... [Anderson grabs his crotch hard, Bailey screams in pain] Agent Anderson: [while grabbing Bailey by the balls] Now get this straight, shit-kicker! Don't you go confusin' me with some whole other body. You must have your brains in your dick if you think we're gonna just walk away from this. We're gonna stay 'till this gets done. [after opening his coat and exposing his gun he turns to Deputy Pell] Anderson: How 'bout you, Deputy? That gun of yours just for show or do you get to shoot people once in a while? Anderson: [Releases his grip on Bailey, then takes a swig of beer] Thanks for the beer.
Captain Stransky: All right. I'll do it. I will show you how a Prussian officer fights. Sargeant Steiner: And I will show you where the Iron Crosses grow.
Ellen Ripley: Get away from her, you BITCH! _______________________________________________ John Winger: Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it's usually something unusual. Psycho: The name's Francis Soyer, but everybody calls me Psycho. Any of you guys call me Francis, and I'll kill you. Leon: Ooooooh. Psycho: You just made the list, buddy. And I don't like nobody touching my stuff. So just keep your meat-hooks off. If I catch any of you guys in my stuff, I'll kill you. Also, I don't like nobody touching me. Now, any of you homos touch me, and I'll kill you. Sergeant Hulka: Lighten up, Francis. John Winger: What we have here is one heavily-armed recreational vehicle! ____________________________________________________ Al Czervik: You're a lot of woman, you know that? Yeah, wanna make 14 dollars the hard way? Al Czervik: Oh, this is the worst-looking hat I ever saw. What, when you buy a hat like this I bet you get a free bowl of soup, huh? [looks at Judge Smails, who's wearing the same hat] Al Czervik: Oh, it looks good on you though. Dr. Beeper: I thought you'd be the man to beat this year. Ty Webb: I guess you'll just have to keep beating yourself.
Ken: What did I do to deserve this? Captain Joe: We don't deserve half the things we get. [laughs maniacally, then abruptly stops] Captain Joe: You're stuck here! Oliver Cromwell: Therefore, put your trust in God - and keep your powder dry! Oliver Cromwell: In the name of God! Did we cut the head off this King only to steal his crown? This hollow golden ring, this worthless trinket? Give it to a whore for the price of her bed! King Charles: A democracy, Mr. Cromwell, was a Greek drollery based on the foolish notion that there are extraordinary possibilities in very ordinary people. Colonel Stok: He was a very stupid man. A patriot, of course... very brave... During a war, such men earn medals, win victories... we are proud of them. But at such a time as now, a little bit stupid.
Maj. Eugene Denton: Tanner this is Denton! This whole town is infested with killer cockroaches. I repeat: KILLER COCKROACHES!
Rick Baldwin: There's nothing like eating under the open sky... even if it is radioactive. New Accounts Bank Manager: I will need two pieces of identification. Navin R. Johnson: Ah yes. I have my temporary driver's license - and - my astronaut application form... I didn't pass that though, I failed everything but the date of birth. Marie: I don't care about losing all the money. It's losing all the stuff. Hobart: Sir, there are charity people here to see you. Navin R. Johnson: What? Send them away. There are plenty of people more deserving than me! Hobart: But these people want *you* to give, sir. Duke: The lights are growing dim Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am. Otto: That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me. Duke: Yeah, but it still hurts. Bud: Credit is a sacred trust, it's what our free society is founded on. Do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? I said, do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? Otto: They don't pay bills in Russia, it's all free. Bud: All free? Free my ass. What are you, a fuckin' commie? Huh? Otto: No, I ain't no commie. Bud: Well, you better not be. I don't want no commies in my car. No Christians either.
I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to defend it. Right or wrong, I'm going to defend it. Pardon my French, but Cameron is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks you'd have a diamond.
"Star Fleet was formed to seek out new life. Well there it sits. Waiting." (Okay, not a movie, but it always gave me chills)
From The Lion in Winter, as Henry's 3 sons, imprisoned in the cellar, await his arrival to decide their fates. Richard, the future Lionheart, declares he'll face his execution on his feet. Geoffry: "Why you chivalric fool; as if the way one falls down matters." Richard: "When the fall is all, it matters."
Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass. Happy Hanukkah. ----- I don't know if I oughta go sailin' down no hill with nothin' between the ground and my brains but a piece of government plastic. Do you really think it matters, Eddie? ----- I don't know what to say, except it's Christmas and we're all in misery. ----- Do you sleep with your brother? Do you know how sick and twisted that is? Well, I'm sleeping with your father. Don't be so dramatic. ----- SQUIRREL! ----- WORSE? How could things get any worse? Take a look around here, Ellen. We're at the threshold of hell. ----- that there's an RV ----- Hey Griswold. Where do you think you're gonna put a tree that big? Bend over and I'll show you. You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that Griswold. I wasn't talking to you.
Harry Morant: Shoot straight, you bastards. - Don't make a mess of it! Harry Morant: It's a new kind of war, George. A new war for a new century. I suppose this is the first time the enemy hasn't been in uniform. They're farmers. They come from small villages, and they shoot at from behind walls and from farmhouses. Some of them are women, some of them are children, and some of them... are missionaries, George. Henry Drummond: Yeah, we're gallant on Sunday. This is Friday, and we're playing poker. Now, you wanna play with us, you ante up $500. Eddie 'Fingers' Coyle: I was thinkin' in terms of you maybe talkin' to the prosecutor up there, and havin' him drop a word to the judge how I been helpin' my Uncle like a bastard? Dave Foley: Well, I would. But then again you haven't been. Eddie 'Fingers' Coyle: What? I gave you a couple of calls. Dave Foley: Yeah, you give me some real stuff, too. You tell me about a guy that's gonna get hit, 15 minutes later he gets hit. You tell me about some guys on a job, but you don't tell me till their coming out the door with the money. That's not helping Uncle, Eddie. You gotta put your whole soul into it. John Dillinger: You have a nice smile, too, miss. I'd like to withdraw my entire account Bank Teller: Your entire account? John Dillinger: That's right... the whole thing Bank Teller: And your name? John Dillinger: John. John Dillinger. John Dillinger: Now nobody get nervous, you ain't got nothing to fear. You're being robbed by the John Dillinger Gang, that's the best there is! These few dollars you lose here today are going to buy you stories to tell your children and great-grandchildren. This could be one of the big moments in your life; don't make it your last!
"I'm a sex addict. It's my cross to bear. It's a real disease with doctors and medicine and everything!"
Marty DiBergi: "This pretentious ponderous collection of religious rock psalms is enough to prompt the question, 'What day did the Lord create Spinal Tap, and couldn't he have rested on that day too?'" Marty DiBergi: "This tasteless cover is a good indication of the lack of musical invention within. The musical growth of this band cannot even be charted. They are treading water in a sea of retarded sexuality and bad poetry." Nigel Tufnel: That's just nitpicking, isn't it?
You'll never understand, Wayne. You and me, we're not even the same species. I used to be you, then I evolved. From where you're standing, you're a man. From where I'm standing, you're an ape. You're not even an ape. You're a media person. Media's like the weather, only it's man-made weather. Murder? It's pure. You're the one made it impure. You're buying and selling fear. You say "why?" I say "why bother?"
Hub: I'm Hub McCann. I've fought in two World Wars and countless smaller ones on three continents. I led thousands of men into battle with everything from horses and swords to artillery and tanks. I've seen the headwaters of the Nile, and tribes of natives no white man had ever seen before. I've won and lost a dozen fortunes, KILLED MANY MEN and loved only one woman with a passion a FLEA like you could never begin to understand. That's who I am. NOW, GO HOME, BOY!
