Amnesia620

"Do not try and bend the spoon, that's impossible. Instead, only try to realize the Truth...there is no spoon. Only then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends...it is only yourself." ~ Matrix

"Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." ~ Princess Bride

"We have both kinds. Country, AND Western. " ~ Blues Bros.

"Ray: Soon as that car leaves in the morning, I'm going over the fence and I'm not coming back until I find a dead body." ~ The Burbs

"So now that you're dead, what do you plan on doing with the rest of your life?" ~ Heathers

Chris: "Kent's got his name on his license plate."
Mitch: "My mother does that with my underwear."
Chris: "Your mother puts license plates in your underwear? How do you sit?" ~ Real Genius

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

Zephyr66

I was gonna post this one, but I see it's already been posted.

"English, Motherfucker! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT? "

"Its the one that says bad mother fucker on it"

Both from pulp fiction

"I'm the most dangerous man in this prison. You know why? 'Cause I control the underwear"

"Put your fuckin' mouth on the curb...
Put it on the curb right now!
Now say good night. "
(not so much the line, but i needed something to sum up that scene)

Both from American History X

Amnesia620

"Well, I appreciate your directness, Daryll and I will try to be as direct and honest with you as I possibly can be. In the short time I've known you, you have demonstrated every undesirable quality of the male personality, and even discovered a few new ones. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded. You're morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid. You have no taste, a lousy sense of humor, and you smell. You're not even interesting enough to make me sick." ~ Witches of Eastwick

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

Amnesia620

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

Rusticus

"once it hits your lips!" Will ferrel Old School
"Did you do the motor boat? brrrrrr. you did the motor boat didnt you, you old sailor you!" Vince Vaughn Wedding crashers
"This is my rifle this is my gun, this is for fighting this is for fun" master Gunnery sargent Full Metal Jaket
"Your my boy blue!, your my boy!" will ferrel Old school

m0rpheus

from Blade Runner

Holden: Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about... your mother.
Leon: My mother?
Holden: Yeah.
Leon: Let me tell you about my mother.
[Shoots him]
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Batty: Chew, if only you could see what I've seen with your eyes
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Batty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

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From The Crow

[after shooting the crow]
Top Dollar: Quick impression for you: Caw! Caw! Bang! Fuck, I'm dead!
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Funboy: Jesus Christ!
Eric Draven: Jesus Christ? Stop me if you heard this one: Jesus Christ walks into a hotel. (Fun Boy shoots him) Ow! He hands the innkeeper three nails, and he asks... (Fun Boy shoots him again)
Funboy: Don't you ever fuckin' die?
Eric Draven: Can you put me up for the night?
--

From A Clockwork Orange

[last lines]
Alex: I was cured, all right!
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From Sin City

Dwight: Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking his sword to other gladiators like him. They woulda tossed him girls like Nancy back then.
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Marv: Is that the best you can do, you pansies
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From The Empire Strikes Back

Han Solo: Chewie. This can't help me. There'll be another time. The Princess. You have to take care of her. All right?
[Leia and Han shares a passionate kiss before Han is dragged towards the freezing chamber by the imperials]
Princess Leia: I love you.
Han Solo: I know.

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"it never got weird enough for me." - Hunter S. Thompson

ZenFilthPig

"It's all in the reflexes." Jack Burton, Big Trouble in Little China.

Johnny Pyro

"Doobie Doob," Dim from A Clockwork Orange
"Shut the fuck up Donny!" Walter from The Big Lebowski

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"From delusion lead me to truth, from darkness lead me to light, from death lead me to eternal life. - Sheriff John Wydell

highthief

What, nothing from Tombstone, the most quotable movie of all.

"Well, are you gonna do something about it or just stand there and bleed?" - Wyatt Earp

"You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe, you understand me? " - Wyatt again

Johnny Ringo: [Ringo steps up to Doc] And you must be Doc Holliday.
Doc Holliday: That's the rumor.

Billy Clanton: You know? Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah", "Camptown Races". Stephen stinking Foster.
Doc Holliday: Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne.
Billy Clanton: A which?
Doc Holliday: You know, Frederic fucking Chopin.


Johnny Ringo: You retired too?
Doc Holliday: Not me. I'm in my prime

Doc Holliday: Why Johnny Ringo, you look like someone just walked over your grave.

Johnny Ringo: My fight's not with you, Holliday.
Doc Holliday: I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. "Play For Blood" - remember?
Johnny Ringo: Oh that. I was just foolin' about.
Doc Holliday: I wasn't.

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highthief

And virtually everything from Snatch.

Customs official: Do you have anything to declare, sir?
Avi: Yeah. Don't go to England.

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Avi: Should I call you Bullet? Tooth?
Bullet Tooth Tony: You can call me Susan if it makes you happy.

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Bullet Tooth Tony: You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.

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Brick Top: Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me.

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Avi: Tony.
Bullet Tooth Tony: What?
Avi: Look in the dog.
Bullet Tooth Tony: What do you mean, "Look in the dog"?
Avi: I mean open him up.
Bullet Tooth Tony: It's not a fucking tin of baked beans! What do you mean "open him up"?


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[Sol is holding 2 pistols]
Vinny: What do you mean, Replicas?
Sol: They look the shit, don't they? And no one is going to argue. I've got some extra loud blanks just in case.
Vinny: Oh, in case we have to deafen them to death?

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Turkish: Fuck me, hold tight. What's that?
Tommy: It's me belt, Turkish.
Turkish: No, Tommy. There's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers?
Tommy: It's for protection.
Turkish: Protection from what? "Zee Germans"?

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Brick Top: In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... come again.

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Turkish: You take sugar?
Brick Top: No thank you, Turkish; I'm sweet enough.

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Turkish: Well, do you want to do it?
Mickey: That depends.
Turkish: On what?
Mickey: On you buying this caravan. Not the rouge one, the rose.
Turkish: It's not the same caravan.
Mickey: It's not the same fight.
Turkish: It's twice the fucking size of the last one.
Mickey: Turkish, the fight is twice the size. And me ma still needs a caravan. I like to look after me ma. It's a fair deal. Take it.
Turkish: Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little fucking rich.
[Realizes his mistake]
Turkish: I wasn't calling your mum a tart. I just meant...
Mickey: Save your breath for cooling your porridge. Hey, look
[starts talking incoherently]
Mickey: Right. And she's terribly partial to the periwinkle blue. Have I made myself clear, lads?
Turkish: Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey. Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague.
[to Tommy]
Turkish: Did you understand a single word of what he just said?

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Avi: I'm gettin' heartburn. Tony, do something terrible.

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Mickey: I bet ya can box a little, can't ya sir? Aye, you look like a boxer.

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Bullet Tooth Tony: Boris the Blade? As in Boris the Bullet-Dodger?
Avi: Why do they call him the Bullet-Dodger?
Bullet Tooth Tony: 'Cause he dodges bullets, Avi.

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Avi: You got a toothbrush? We're going to London. Do you hear that, Doug? I'm coming to London.
[Avi arrives in London]
Doug the Head: Avi.
Avi: Sit down and shut up, you big, bald fuck. I don't like leaving my country Doug, and I especially don't like leaving it for anything less then sandy beaches, and cocktails with little straw hats.
Doug the Head: Avi, we have sandy beaches...
Avi: So? Who the fuck wants to see 'em?

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Bullet Tooth Tony: Avi, pull your socks up.

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Avi: Eighty-six carats.
Rosebud: Where?
Avi: London.
Rosebud: London?
Avi: London.
Gemologist: London?
Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON.

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Turkish: You show me how to control a wild fucking gypsy and I'll show you how to control an unhinged, pig-feeding gangster.

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Vinny: Why are we stopped here? What's wrong with that spot?
Tyrone: It's too tight.
Vinny: Too tight? You could land a jumbo fucking jet in that.

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Vinny: I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the fuck can he get away from?

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Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.
Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. The fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your gun. (withdraws his gun) And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off.

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Brick Top: If I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. And if you ever interrupt me whilst I'm walking, I'll cut your fucking jacobs off.

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Tommy: Who took the jam outta your doughnut?
Turkish: You took the fucking jam outta my doughnut, Tommy, you.

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Brick Top: I don't care if he's Muhammad I'm hard Bruce Lee. You can't change fighters.

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[Tyrone just backed into Franky Four Fingers' van]
Tyrone: I didn't see it.
Vinny: It's a two fucking ton van Tyrone. Its not as though its a bag of fucking peanuts now is it?
Tyrone: It was at a funny angle.
[All three turn and look back at the truck]
Vinny: It's behind you Tyrone. When you reverse, things come at you from behind.

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Turkish: What's happening with them sausages, Charlie?
Sausage Charlie: Five minutes, Turkish.
Turkish: It was two minutes five minutes ago.

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Turkish: I fail to recognize the correlation between "losing 10K", "hospitalizing gorgeous" and "a good deal".

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Turkish: [looks at the caravan] Look at it. How am I suppose to run this thing from that? We'll need a proper office. I want a new one, Tommy. You're going to buy it for me.
Tommy: Why me?
Turkish: Well, you know about caravans.
Tommy: How's that?
Turkish: You spent a summer in one, which means you know more than me. And I don't want to have my pants pulled down over the price.
Tommy: What's wrong with this one?
Turkish: [Pulls the caravan's door from its hinges] Oh, nothing, Tommy. It's tiptop. I'm just not sure about the colour.

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Brick Top: Gimme that fucking shooter.
Pikey: I'll give you that fucking shooter you cunt hair.
[Blam. Blam]

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Policeman: So, what you doin here?
Turkish: I'm taking the dog for a walk. What's the problem?
Policeman: What's in the car?
Turkish: Seats and a steering wheel.

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Mickey: Good dags. D'ya like dags?
Tommy: Dags?
Mickey: What?
Mrs. O'Neil: Yeah, dags.
Tommy: Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more.

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Tyrone: I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats.
Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.

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Turkish: I'm sorry, Mickey.
Mickey: Did ya do it? Then why are ya sorry?

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[His fighter has just been knocked out]
Tommy: We've lost Gorgeous George.
Brick Top: You'll have to say that again, I don't think I heard you?
Tommy: We've lost Gorgeous George.
Brick Top: How could you lose him, he's not a set of car keys. It's not like he's incon-fucking-spicuous.

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[Pricing a diamond for Bad Boy Lincoln]
Sol: No, it's a moissanite.
Bad Boy Lincoln: A what-a-nite?
Sol: A moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. It's Mickey Mouse, man. Spurious. Not genuine. And it's worth... Fuck-all.

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Bullet Tooth Tony: You better not be tellin' me porky pies.

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Turkish: ...I can't make him fight, can I?
Brick Top: You're not much use to me alive are you.

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Errol: Fuckface, who's speaking to you? He asked him, didn't he?
Turkish: Fuckface... I like that one Errol. I'll have to remember that one next time I'm crawling off yer mum.

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Turkish: Well the rabbit gets fucked.
Tommy: [pauses] Proper fucked?
Turkish: Yes, before "Zee Germans" get there.

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Mickey: Ya got a good kick fer a fat fella.
Gorgeous George: You better stay down.
[throws Mickey into a wooden fence]

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Turkish: [voice over] Boris the Blade, or Boris "the Bullet Dodger." As bent as the Soviet's sickle, and as hard as the hammer that crosses it. Apparently, it's impossible to kill the bastard.

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[Doug sees four Jewish kids smoking]
Doug the Head: What are you doing?
Jewish Boy: [spits] It's a free country isn't it?
Doug the Head: Well it isn't a free shop is it? So fuck off.

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Mickey: The deal was you bought it like you saw it. Hey, look, I've helped you as much as I'm going to help you. See that car? Just use it for you're not welcome anymore. You should fuck off now while you still got the legs to carry you.
Gorgeous George: Nobody.
Mickey: Nobody brings a fella the size of you unless they're trying to say something without talking, right?
Tommy: Sorry, Mickey. Just give our money back and you can keep the caravan.
Mickey: Why the fuck do I want a caravan that's got no fucking wheels? You want to settle this with a fight?
Mrs. O'Neil: Over my dead body! Now, go on! Go on! I'll not have you fighting, Mickey! You know what happens when you fight.
Mickey: Get her to sit down. For fuck's sake! Want the money? I ain't fucked you. I'll fight you for it. You and me.

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[after hearing about Bullet-Tooth Tony surviving after being shot six times]
Cousin Avi: Six times.
Doug the Head: In one sitting.

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Brick Top: You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.
Sol: Would someone mind telling me, who are you?
Brick Top: And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".

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Bullet Tooth Tony: I'm driving down the road with your head stuck in my window. What does it look like I'm doin'?

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Sol: You ain't from this planet are you, Vincent? Who is gonna mug two black fellas, holding pistols, sat in a car that is worth less than your shirt?

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Turkish: [Narrating] This is Tommy. He tells people he's named after a gun, but I know he's named after a famous 19th century ballet dancer.

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Brick Top: [referring to Tommy] Turkish, put a lead on him.

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Turkish: [Tommy has a gun in his trousers] what's to stop it blowing your bollocks off every time you sit down?

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Turkish: Now, I know he looks like a fat fucker... well, he is a fat fucker...

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Tommy: Are you sayin' I can't shoot?
Turkish: no Tommy, I'm not saying you can't shoot, I know you can't shoot, I'm just sayin' it'd probably do him more damage if you fed it to him.

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Turkish: Have you ever crossed the road, and looked the wrong way?
[and]
Turkish: a car's nearly on you? So what do you do? Something very silly. You freeze. Your life doesn't flash before you, cos you're too fuckin' scared to think - you just freeze and pull a stupid face.

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Turkish: Not many people are named after plane crashes

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Sol: What the fuck is that?
Vinny: Heh heh. This, is a shotgun Sol.
Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun Vincent.
Vinny: So, I wanna raise some pulses don't I?
Sol: You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.

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[after cleaning out Turkish's Safe]
Brick Top: He's been quite a busy bastard that Turkish.
Errol: I think you've let him get away with enough, Gov'nor
Brick Top: It'll get you in a lot of trouble thinking, Errol. I wouldn't do too much of it.

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Vinny: Bad Boy, I keep telling you: 'Stick to being a gangster.' Leave this business to me 'n Sol.

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[while robbing the bookies]
Sol: Are you all right there Vincent?
Vinny: I would be if you stopped using my name.

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Rosebud: Get me to a doctor. Shoot that fuck. Then get me to a doctor.
Cousin Avi: Well get you to a nice Jewish doctor Ross. Find my friend a nice Jewish doctor.

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Brick Top: Get your tongue out of my arse there Gary. Dogs do that. You're not a dog are ya Gary?
Gary: No Mr. Poford, I'm not.
Brick Top: Well you got every aspect of a dog. Except loyalty.
[Errol zaps Gary]
Turkish: [Voice over] Brick Top's way of doing business is with a stun gun, a plastic bag, a roll of tape, and a pack of hungry pigs.
Brick Top: You're a devilish little cunt there Liam. But I got no time for grassers. Feed 'em to the pigs Errol. What the fuck are you two looking at?

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Mullet: What are you doing Tony?
Bullet Tooth Tony: Driving with you head stuck in my window. What do you think I'm doing?

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Chinese guy: I shoot you, you go down.

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[Bullet Tooth Tony is driving down the street with Mullet's head stuck in his window]
Tommy: You 'bin usin' dog shit fer toothpaste, Mullet?

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Brick Top: It was a rhetorical question Errol. What have I told you about thinking?

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Cousin Avi: Who's Bullet Tooth...
Chinese Guy: Tony.
Bullet Tooth Tony: You silly fuck.

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Gorgeous George: This is going to get messy.

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Gorgeous George: Get back down or you will not be coming up next time.
[watches as Mickey warms up]
Gorgeous George: Oh, bollocks to you. This is sick. I'm out of here.
Mickey: You're not going anywhere, you thick lump.
[Pulls off his shirt]
Mickey: You stay until the job's done.
[kisses his good luck charms and knocks Gorgeous out with a single punch]
Turkish: [narrating] It turned out that the sweet-talking, tattoo-sporting pikey was a gypsy bare-knuckle boxing champion. Which makes him harder than a coffin nail. Right now that's the last thing on Tommy's mind. If Gorgeous doesn't wake up in the next few minutes Tommy knows he'll be buried with him. Why would the gypsies go through the trouble explaining why a man died in their campsite? Not when they can bury the pair of them and just move camp. It's not like they got social security numbers, is it? Tommy, 'The Tit', is praying. And if he isn't he fucking should be.

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Boris: Drop the gun, fat boy.

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Sol: He's a natural, ain't you Tyrone?
Tyrone: 'course I am...
[reverses into parked van]
Vinny: A natural fucking idiot.

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Turkish: It's an unlicensed boxing match. It's not a tickling competition. These lads are out to hurt each other.

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Brick Top: Of course, fucking of course.

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Sol: I'm not in here to make a fucking bet.
Female Bookie: 'Preciate it, but all... bets... are... off. If all bets are off, then there can't be any money can't there?
Sol: I'm not fucking buying that.
Female Bookie: Well that's handy, 'cause I ain't fucking selling it.

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Turkish: You aren't exactly Mister Current Affairs are you, Tommy? "Mad Fist" went mad, and "The Gun," shot himself.


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Tommy: What if Mickey knocks the other guy out?
Turkish: Then I reckon we get murdered before we leave the building, and we get fed to the pigs.
Tommy: Well, I'm glad to see you're climbing the walls in fucking anxiety.

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Turkish: Well, why didn't you "bust a cap in his ass," Tommy?

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Bullet Tooth Tony: A bookie's got blagged last night.
Avi: Blagged? Do me a favor, Tony, speak English. I thought this country spawned the fucking language, and so far nobody seems to speak it.

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Vinny: Now I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give us *exactly what we want, there will be murders.
Bullet Tooth Tony: (To Tyrone) What's your name?
Sol: Shoot him.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Ooh.

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Franky Four Fingers: So the biblical scholars mis-translated the Hebrew word for "young woman" into the Greek word for "virgin," which was a pretty easy mistake to make, since there is only a subtle difference in the spelling. But back then it was the "virgin" that caught people's attention. It's not every day a virgin conceives and bears a son. So you keep that for a couple of hundred years, and the next thing you know, you have the Roman Catholic church.

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Doug the Head: Avi, I'm not telepathic.
Cousin Avi: Well you're plenty fucking stupid, I'll tell you that? Do you know why they call him Franky "Four Fingers" Doug? Because he makes stupid bets with dangerous people, and when he doesn't pay up, they give him te chop. And I'm not talking about his fucking fore-skin either.

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Cousin Avi: Did he have a case on him?
Doug the Head: Yes.
Cousin Avi: And this schmuck is gambling?
Doug the Head: Yes, well what's the problem?
Cousin Avi: We're talking about Franky "I've got a problem with gambling" fucking Four Fingers Doug.


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[standing over Franky's body]
Bad Boy Lincoln: What has he got a tea cozy on his head for?
Sol: [sarcastic] To keep his head warm.
Bad Boy Lincoln: Well, what's the matter with him?
Vinny: He's been shot in the face, Lincoln. I would have that would be obvious.



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Sol: You are a bad-boy yardie, and bad-boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies.
Bad Boy Lincoln: I create the bodies. I don't erase the bodies.

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Franky Four Fingers: I have stones to sell, fat to chew, and many different men to see about many different ducks, so if I am not rushing you...
Doug the Head: Slow down, Franky, my son. When in Rome...
Franky Four Fingers: I am not in Rome, Doug. I am in a rush.

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Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Give me the stone.
Vinny: [pointing] It's in the case.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: What?
[takes out his earplugs]
Vinny: It's in the case!
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: You put the stone in the case? Then open the case and give me the stone.
Sol: The only man who knew the combination... you just shot.

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Turkish: For ever action, there is a reaction. And a Pikey reaction... is quite a fucking thing.

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[repeated line]
various characters: [regarding Boris The Blade] Sneaky fuckin' Russian.

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Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: You can keep the 10 grand, along with the body. But if I see you again - YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! - Well, look at him.

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Errol: We're in, boss.
Brick Top: Goody gumdrops. Fetch us a cup of tea, will ya?

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Gorgeous George: It's a camp site, a pikey campsite...
Tommy: Ten points.
Gorgeous George: What we doing here?
Tommy: We're buying a caravan.
Gorgeous George: Off a pack of fuckin' pikeys? What's wrong with you? This will get messy?
Tommy: Nah, not if you're here.
Gorgeous George: Oh, you bastard! I fuckin' hate pikeys!

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Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [after killing Frankie] You fucking idiots. He could not know my name.

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Bullet Tooth Tony: [Madonna's "Lucky Star" comes on on the radio] Oh, I love this track.

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[repeated line]
Tommy, Gorgeous George, Bricktop's Henchman: I fuckin' hate Pikeys.

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Tommy: The human body hasn't got used to dairy products yet.
Turkish: Well fuck me Tommy. What have you been reading?

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Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [referring to Tommy's gun] Heavy is good, heavy is reliable. If it doesn't work you can always hit them with it.

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Si vis pacem parabellum.

m0rpheus

The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Lady Marian Fitzswalter: Why, you speak treason!
Robin Hood: Fluently.
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from Highlander

Ramirez: [narrating] From the dawn of time we came; moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering; when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you... until now.
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Connor MacLeod: I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal.
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from The Rocketeer

Cliff Secord: [donning the Rocketeer helmet] How do I look?
Peevy: Like a hood ornament.

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"it never got weird enough for me." - Hunter S. Thompson

Johnny Pyro

"Shotgun anus!"- Harold and Kumar

"When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth."-Dawn of the Dead (1978)

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"From delusion lead me to truth, from darkness lead me to light, from death lead me to eternal life. - Sheriff John Wydell

Seer666

"Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say YES!"

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Bad spellers of the world untie!!!

I am the one you warned me of

I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.

Sweetpea

"i'll have what she's having..." -- When Harry Met Sally



Sweetpea

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