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Post a monologue from a movie and see if anybody can guess the title.

I'll go first.

Home? I have no home. Hunted Despised Living like an animal The jungle is my home! But I will show the world that I can be it's master! I shall perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen that will conquer the world!

Post a monologue from a movie and see if anybody can guess the title.

I'll go first.

Home? I have no home. Hunted Despised Living like an animal The jungle is my home! But I will show the world that I can be it's master! I shall perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen that will conquer the world!
ED WOOD!

ED WOOD!
Yay!!! you win!!

I'm not sure which one though...

“I ran out of gas! I had a flat tire! I didn't have enough money for cab fare! My tux didn't come back from the cleaners! An old friend came in from out of town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! it wasn’t my fault. I swear to god!”

Blues Brothers!

Blues Brothers!
Give the man his prize!

Your turn...

"You know, I'd almost forgotten what your eyes look like. Still the same. Pissholes in the snow."

This one should stump all but the most psychotic of movie fans

Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceeding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins, and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftrsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins adresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your ass. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and , uh, Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is sussudio, a great, great song. A personal favorite.



Wow that was a lot of typing.

"You know, I'd almost forgotten what your eyes look like. Still the same. Pissholes in the snow."

get carter?

This one should stump all but the most psychotic of movie fans

Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceeding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins, and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftrsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins adresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your ass. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and , uh, Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is sussudio, a great, great song. A personal favorite.



Wow that was a lot of typing.
American Psycho?

This one should stump all but the most psychotic of movie fans

Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceeding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins, and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftrsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins adresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your ass. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and , uh, Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is sussudio, a great, great song. A personal favorite.



Wow that was a lot of typing.


american psycho?

haha, great minds

American Psycho?
Woo Hoo! Yes!

american psycho?
Two winners!

get carter?

Yeppers. Caine, not Stallone.

haha, great minds
Unfortunately we tagged the guy out of turn, I think the quote was to You Forgot Poland. Ah well...I didn't want to have to hunt down the text to the monologue anyway...

woo! 2 outa 2!

No, i put one up. StManus nailed the twofer.

"The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him no more. I got to tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes. Taking all the fun out of the job." [/hilarious Italian accent]

Anyone who doesnt' get this one needs to brush up on the classics.

The issue here is not whether we broke a few rules, or took a few liberties with our female party guests, we did. But you can't hold a whole fraternity responsible for the behavior of a few sick, perverted individuals. For if you do, then shouldn't we blame the whole fraternity system? And if the whole fraternity system is to guilty, then isn't this an indictment of our educational institutions in general? I put it to you, Greg? Isn't this an indictment of our entire American society? Well, you can do what you want to us, but we're not going to sit here and listen to you bad-mouth the United States of America!

No, i put one up. StManus nailed the twofer.
I know, I just skipped yours and answered Drunk Commies instead because it was easier...then realised I skipped the quote that was 'in turn' so to speak...then made my comment without realizing the StManus went and answered both....then I over explained the whole thing and we're all caught up to now.....I think I'm tired....

Anyone who doesnt' get this one needs to brush up on the classics.

The issue here is not whether we broke a few rules, or took a few liberties with our female party guests, we did. But you can't hold a whole fraternity responsible for the behavior of a few sick, perverted individuals. For if you do, then shouldn't we blame the whole fraternity system? And if the whole fraternity system is to guilty, then isn't this an indictment of our educational institutions in general? I put it to you, Greg? Isn't this an indictment of our entire American society? Well, you can do what you want to us, but we're not going to sit here and listen to you bad-mouth the United States of America!

Listen to him Otter, he's pre-med.

Listen to him Otter, he's pre-med.
Nice.

"The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him no more. I got to tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes. Taking all the fun out of the job." [/hilarious Italian accent]
That's got me stumped.

One time my cousin Walter got this cat stuck in his ass. True story. He bought it at the local mall, so the whole fiasco wound up on the news. It was embarassing for my relatives and all. But the next week, he did it again. Different cat, same results, complete with a trip to the emergency room. Then, last week, I saw him in the pet store. He was buying another cat! I said, "Walt, what the hell are you doing, you know you're just gonna get this cat stuck up your ass too, why don't you knock it off?" And he says to me, "Brodie, how the hell else am I supposed to get the gerbil out?" My cousin was a weird guy.

Last one was a one-liner. Here's a legit monologue.

"How you doin' then? All right, are you? Now look, squire, you're the guv'nor here, I can see that. I'm in your manor now. So there's no need to get your knickers in a twist. Whatever this bollocks is that's going down between you and that slag Valentine, it's got nothing to do with me. I couldn't care less. Alright, mate? Let me explain. When I was in prison - second time - uh, no, telling a lie, third stretch, yeah, third, third - there was this screw what really had it in for me, and that geezer was top of my list. Two years after I got sprung, I sees him in Arnold Park. He's sittin' on a bench feedin' bloody pigeons. There was no-one about, I could've gone up behind him and snapped his fuckin' neck, *wallop!* But I left it. I could've knobbled him, but I didn't. 'Cause what I thought I wanted wasn't what I wanted. What I thought I was thinkin' about was something else. I didn't give a toss. It didn't matter, see? This berk on the bench wasn't worth my time. It meant sod-all in the end, 'cause you gotta make a choice: when to do something, and when to let it go. When it matters, and when it don't. Bide your time. That's what prison teaches you, if nothing else. Bide your time, and everything becomes clear, and you can act accordingly."

One time my cousin Walter got this cat stuck in his ass. True story. He bought it at the local mall, so the whole fiasco wound up on the news. It was embarassing for my relatives and all. But the next week, he did it again. Different cat, same results, complete with a trip to the emergency room. Then, last week, I saw him in the pet store. He was buying another cat! I said, "Walt, what the hell are you doing, you know you're just gonna get this cat stuck up your ass too, why don't you knock it off?" And he says to me, "Brodie, how the hell else am I supposed to get the gerbil out?" My cousin was a weird guy.

Mallrats

One time my cousin Walter got this cat stuck in his ass. True story. He bought it at the local mall, so the whole fiasco wound up on the news. It was embarassing for my relatives and all. But the next week, he did it again. Different cat, same results, complete with a trip to the emergency room. Then, last week, I saw him in the pet store. He was buying another cat! I said, "Walt, what the hell are you doing, you know you're just gonna get this cat stuck up your ass too, why don't you knock it off?" And he says to me, "Brodie, how the hell else am I supposed to get the gerbil out?" My cousin was a weird guy.

Mallrats

That's got me stumped.
It's from Boondock Saints.

Anyone who doesnt' get this one needs to brush up on the classics.

The issue here is not whether we broke a few rules, or took a few liberties with our female party guests, we did. But you can't hold a whole fraternity responsible for the behavior of a few sick, perverted individuals. For if you do, then shouldn't we blame the whole fraternity system? And if the whole fraternity system is to guilty, then isn't this an indictment of our educational institutions in general? I put it to you, Greg? Isn't this an indictment of our entire American society? Well, you can do what you want to us, but we're not going to sit here and listen to you bad-mouth the United States of America!
National Lampoon's Animal House?

I think in all fairness I should explain what I do. For instance, tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk down to the bank, come in and see you, and if you don't have my money for me I'll crack your fucking head wide open in front of everyone in the bank. And just about the time I'm coming out of jail hopefully you'll be coming out of your coma and guess what? I'll split your fucking head open again. Cause I'm fucking stupid. I dont' give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do.

National Lampoon's Animal House?
Absolutely correct.

I think in all fairness I should explain what I do. For instance, tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk down to the bank, come in and see you, and if you don't have my money for me I'll crack your fucking head wide open in front of everyone in the bank. And just about the time I'm coming out of jail hopefully you'll be coming out of your coma and guess what? I'll split your fucking head open again. Cause I'm fucking stupid. I dont' give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do.
Casino?

"However remist the prosecuter has been in complementing me. He at least admits that I have brains. Thank you, monsieur, I have. And for thirty-five years I used them. After that nobody wanted them. So I was forced to go into business for myself. As for being a mass killer, does not the world encourage it? Is it not building weapons of destruction for the sole purpose of mass killing? Has it not blown unsuspecting women and little children to pieces. And done it very scientiffically. *Huh*, as a mass killer I'm an amatuer by comparison. However I do not wish to lose my temper because very shortly I shall lose my head. Never the less leaving this spark of earthly existence, I have this to say. I shall see you all very soon, very soon."

Casino?

"However remist the prosecuter has been in complementing me. He at least admits that I have brains. Thank you, monsieur, I have. And for thirty-five years I used them. After that nobody wanted them. So I was forced to go into business for myself. As for being a mass killer, does not the world encourage it? Is it not building weapons of destruction for the sole purpose of mass killing? Has it not blown unsuspecting women and little children to pieces. And done it very scientiffically. *Huh*, as a mass killer I'm an amatuer by comparison. However I do not wish to lose my temper because very shortly I shall lose my head. Never the less leaving this spark of earthly existence, I have this to say. I shall see you all very soon, very soon."

Casino is absolutely correct.


I dont' know, and I'm probably going to be way off, but from the courtroom setting and the argument being made I'll guess it's from judgement at nuremburg.

I dont' know, and I'm probably going to be way off, but from the courtroom setting and the argument being made I'll guess it's from judgement at nuremburg.
Courtroom setting, yes. Nuremburg, no. But it was made only a couple of years after WWII IIRC.

Although it is interesting you bring the Nazis up, the director was born in the same week as Hitler and had a passing resemblance to him.

Courtroom setting, yes. Nuremburg, no. But it was made only a couple of years after WWII IIRC.

Although it is interesting you bring the Nazis up, the director was born in the same week as Hitler and had a passing resemblance to him.
I'm stumped. I'm going to hazard another guess though. Is it from M? I dont' think I remember Peter Lorrey's speech to the criminal jury going that way, but that's all I can come up with. Scratch that, M was made before WWII. I'm stumped.

I'm stumped. I'm going to hazard another guess though. Is it from M? I dont' think I remember Peter Lorrey's speech to the criminal jury going that way, but that's all I can come up with.
No, Monsieur Verdoux by Charles Chaplin.

No, Monsieur Verdoux by Charles Chaplin.
Yeah, I've never seen that one. Nor even heard of it.

Oh, I screwed up. M was made before WWII. It couldn't have been that.

k. Got one I really like. Took the name out so it wouldn't be too obvious, though it should still be really easy:

My name is H_______. That's an unusual name, H_________. 1960 was the year I got my first apartment and my first phone book. Now imagine my surprise when I looked up my name and saw that in addition to me, another H_________ was listed. Now I was listed as "H_____L. _____." My middle name is Lawrence. He was listed as "H_______." Therefore his was a, was a pure listing. Then in the 70s, I noticed that a third H________ was listed in the phone book. Now, this filled me with curiosity. How could there be three people with such an unusual name in the world, let alone in one city?
Then one day, a person I work with? Expressed her sympathy to me concerning what she thought was the death of my father and she pointed out an obituary notice in the newspaper for a man named H_______. And one of his sons was named H_____. These were the other H__________s. Then six months later H_________ Junior died. Although I'd met neither man, I was filled with sadness. What were they like? I thought. It seemed our lives had been linked in some...indefinable way. But the story does not end there, for two years later, another H_________ appeared in the phone book. Who are these people? Where do they come from? What do they do? What's in a name? Who is H__________?

What's a movie monologue? :confused:

What's a movie monologue? :confused:
speeches given by a single character ranging from a few lines long to a full blown Hamlet style soliloquy.

speeches given by a single character ranging from a few lines long to a full blown Hamlet style soliloquy.
Ah. Anyone's allowed to post one for others to figure out the movie, right? Or is that reserved for the starter of this thread?

k. Got one I really like. Took the name out so it wouldn't be too obvious, though it should still be really easy:

My name is H_______. That's an unusual name, H_________. 1960 was the year I got my first apartment and my first phone book. Now imagine my surprise when I looked up my name and saw that in addition to me, another H_________ was listed. Now I was listed as "H_____L. _____." My middle name is Lawrence. He was listed as "H_______." Therefore his was a, was a pure listing. Then in the 70s, I noticed that a third H________ was listed in the phone book. Now, this filled me with curiosity. How could there be three people with such an unusual name in the world, let alone in one city?
Then one day, a person I work with? Expressed her sympathy to me concerning what she thought was the death of my father and she pointed out an obituary notice in the newspaper for a man named H_______. And one of his sons was named H_____. These were the other H__________s. Then six months later H_________ Junior died. Although I'd met neither man, I was filled with sadness. What were they like? I thought. It seemed our lives had been linked in some...indefinable way. But the story does not end there, for two years later, another H_________ appeared in the phone book. Who are these people? Where do they come from? What do they do? What's in a name? Who is H__________?

American Splendor, my good man!

Ok. Try this one on for size:

"There's something nasty in the woodshed!"

Okay, this is a dialogue, but one that really hits home for me:

Ooh, Ingrid Bergman... now she's low maintenance.
Low maintenance?
There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenace.
And Ingrid Bergman is low maintenance?
An LM, definitely.
Which one am I?
You're the worst kind: you're high maintenance, but you think you're low maintenance.
I don't see that.
You don't see that? "Waiter, I'll begin with the house salad, but I don't want the regular dressing, I'll have the balsamic vinaigrette oil, but on the side. And then the salmon with the mustard sauce, but the mustard sauce on the side." On the side is a very big thing with you.
Well, I just want it the way I want it.
I know, high maintenance.

Oh I love these forum games!

Heres one, from one of my favourite movies:

First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village, but the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have reproductive organs under those little.. white... pants. That's what's so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. What's the point of living if you don't have a dick?

Oh I love these forum games!

Heres one, from one of my favourite movies:

First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village, but the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have reproductive organs under those little.. white... pants. That's what's so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. What's the point of living if you don't have a dick?
Oh dear, that sounds so incredibly familiar and I have no idea what movie it's from!!!

Oh dear, that sounds so incredibly familiar and I have no idea what movie it's from!!!

It sounds like a quote from Mallrats or something.

Are we alloud to have T.V programs?

Are we alloud to have T.V programs?
I didn't start this thread, but sure, why not? Just let us know that you're doing a TV show, not a movie. :D

It sounds like a quote from Mallrats or something.
Whoa - you might be right!!

It sounds like a quote from Mallrats or something.
Donnie Darko I think.

Donnie Darko!

Perhaps a hint?
...same movie that brought you "Sparkle Motion" and Jake Gyllenhaal
...anybody?

EDIT: A little late with the hint. Donnie Darko is correct.

Donnie Darko!
Beat you :p

"9:13, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see, but something else had changed inside of me. That day I had my first headache. "

Actually we posted at the same time :P

And that would be a healthy slice of Pi!

Actually we posted at the same time :P

And that would be a healthy slice of Pi!

Damn, that seemed like an obvious Brodie quote, but I guess not... :)

Beat you :p

"9:13, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see, but something else had changed inside of me. That day I had my first headache. "
that sounds like a Jack Handy thing.

Actually we posted at the same time :P

And that would be a healthy slice of Pi!
What flavour you want?

You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it could split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiberopticly connect the world to every-eager-impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-played fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor!
Becomes his own God!
Where can you go from there?
And as for scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet?
As the air thickens, the water sours, even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity--and it just keeps coming!
And it just keeps coming!
Faster and faster!
There's no chance to think, to prepare, it's `buy futures, sell futures' when there is no future!!
We've got a runaway train, boy!!
We've got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future.
Every one of them reading to fist-fuck God's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out with their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours!!
And then it hits home!
It's a little late in the game to buy out now!!
Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help!!
But guess what?
There's no one there!!
You're all alone, Eddie!!
[mocking] You're God's special little creature!!
Maybe it's true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.

You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it could split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiberopticly connect the world to every-eager-impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-played fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor!
Becomes his own God!
Where can you go from there?
And as for scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet?
As the air thickens, the water sours, even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity--and it just keeps coming!
And it just keeps coming!
Faster and faster!
There's no chance to think, to prepare, it's `buy futures, sell futures' when there is no future!!
We've got a runaway train, boy!!
We've got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future.
Every one of them reading to fist-fuck God's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out with their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours!!
And then it hits home!
It's a little late in the game to buy out now!!
Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help!!
But guess what?
There's no one there!!
You're all alone, Eddie!!
[mocking] You're God's special little creature!!
Maybe it's true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.

Devil's Advocate

You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it could split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiberopticly connect the world to every-eager-impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-played fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor!
Becomes his own God!
Where can you go from there?
And as for scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet?
As the air thickens, the water sours, even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity--and it just keeps coming!
And it just keeps coming!
Faster and faster!
There's no chance to think, to prepare, it's `buy futures, sell futures' when there is no future!!
We've got a runaway train, boy!!
We've got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future.
Every one of them reading to fist-fuck God's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out with their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours!!
And then it hits home!
It's a little late in the game to buy out now!!
Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help!!
But guess what?
There's no one there!!
You're all alone, Eddie!!
[mocking] You're God's special little creature!!
Maybe it's true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.

I believe that was Devils' Advocate.

"This is a war! A war between men and women. Anything short of cannibalism is just beating around the bush."

You just can't beat great script writing.

Indeed! Congrats all :)

"Most of all, I love Manchester. The crumbling warehouses, the railway arches, the cheap abundant drugs. That's what did it in the end. Not the money, not the music, not even the guns. That is my heroic flaw: my excess of civic pride."

"Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will PT you all until you fucking die. I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk."

"Most of all, I love Manchester. The crumbling warehouses, the railway arches, the cheap abundant drugs. That's what did it in the end. Not the money, not the music, not even the guns. That is my heroic flaw: my excess of civic pride."
Trainspotting?

Hmm....


"Mr. Vice President, If we don't act now, it will be too late!"

Trainspotting?
No.

This film is based in Manchester.

No.

This film is based in Manchester.
Lock, stock, and 2 smoking barrels?

Hmm....


"Mr. Vice President, If we don't act now, it will be too late!"

Independence day?

EDIT: Oh no, I remember! The Day After Tomorrow!

"Most of all, I love Manchester. The crumbling warehouses, the railway arches, the cheap abundant drugs. That's what did it in the end. Not the money, not the music, not even the guns. That is my heroic flaw: my excess of civic pride."

This one was bothering me so much i cheated and googled it. Turns out I haven't actually seen it.

...I won't give the answer away though.

Lock, stock, and 2 smoking barrels?
No, that was based in London.

"This is a war! A war between men and women. Anything short of cannibalism is just beating around the bush."

You just can't beat great script writing.
Cannibal Women in the Avacado Jungle (or something like that)?

Don't ask me how I know that.

"Does it surprise you, Mr Bentley? Surely, you know the Arabs are a barbarous people. Barbarous and cruel. Who but they! Who but they!"

Independence day?

EDIT: Oh no, I remember! The Day After Tomorrow!
Yay!!!!

Your prize: A ball of edible (spelling?) plutonium! Enjoy! :D

"Most of all, I love Manchester. The crumbling warehouses, the railway arches, the cheap abundant drugs. That's what did it in the end. Not the money, not the music, not even the guns. That is my heroic flaw: my excess of civic pride."

24 hour party people

24 hour party people
Yay!

I was beginning to lose hope.

I miss Manchester :(

I've got a few, they might not be perfect but if you know the quotes then you'll get em.

1.) *fortyish man standing on a stage in a theater full of highschool students* And Today The Leader will apear before you for the first time *Nothing happens, crowd grows anxious, one student yells loudly* Where Is HE? *others follow* *man again, after calming the crowd* Here is your leader!* *Screen behinds him lights upwith a scene of one of Hitlers Speeches* Sig (spelling??) Heil!
(Hint, its a made for TV after schools special)

2.) *There is an explosion and we see a huge mushroom cloud on the horizon*
Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, this is not the end of the film. However, something like this might easily happen, and we thought we should put you in the proper mood. And now, back to our story.
another quote from this movie
And as we all know Americans are very odd people who feel that, after defeating a nation at war, they must, reconstruct it, Therefore, for the good of The Grand Duchy, we must wage total war on America... And lose

"Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will PT you all until you fucking die. I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk."
nobody Knows?

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

"Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will PT you all until you fucking die. I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk."
FMJ?

FMJ?
yes, you got it

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
trainspotting, I like the one where he rattles off all of the drug names, I think that one's better

trainspotting, I like the one where he rattles off all of the drug names, I think that one's better
:eek:
I just realized I've never seen Trainspotting!

Is it actually as good as everybody says it is?

:eek:
I just realized I've never seen Trainspotting!

Is it actually as good as everybody says it is?
better

better
Well, I now know what's coming back home with me next time I go somewhere with movies to rent or buy.

________, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I've ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response was there anything that could even be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul!

________, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I've ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response was there anything that could even be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul!
is that from a movie?

"Where are we going to put the body?"
"Anywhere, Everywhere, NOWHERE!"

also

"Ha ha, haven't you heard captain? River only runs one way!"

and

"Look what they've done to Bobby!"

All from the same movie.

is that from a movie?
Yes. Well, I suppose you could consider something starring him a movie. If you were being polite.

(in Russian) "The dead remember our remembrance. The dead remember our silence." (in English) I came here tonight to be congratulated. But today when I visited the Red Cross camps, overwhelmed by the flood of refugees fleeing from the horror of Kazakhstan, I realized I don't deserve to be congratulated. None of us do. The truth is, we acted too late. Only when our own...national security was threatened did we act. Radek's regime murdered over 200,000 men, women and children and we watched on TV. We let it happen. People were being slaughtered for over a year and we issued economical sanctions and hid behind a rhetoric of diplomacy. How dare we? The dead remember. Real peace is not just the absence of conflict, but the presence of justice. Tonight, I come to you with a pledge to change America's policy. Never again will I allow our political slushingers to deter us from doing what we know is morally right. Atrocity and terror are not political weapons and for those who would use them, your day is over. We will never negotiate. We will no longer tolerate and we will no longer be afraid. It's your turn to be afraid.

I love this one

You know, there's going to be sex, drugs, rock-and-roll... chips, dips, chains, whips... You know, your basic high school orgy type of thing. I mean, uh, I'm not talking candlewax on the nipples, or witchcraft or anything like that, no, no, no. Just a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear acting like complete animals.

Should be an easy one.

(in Russian) "The dead remember our remembrance. The dead remember our silence." (in English) I came here tonight to be congratulated. But today when I visited the Red Cross camps, overwhelmed by the flood of refugees fleeing from the horror of Kazakhstan, I realized I don't deserve to be congratulated. None of us do. The truth is, we acted too late. Only when our own...national security was threatened did we act. Radek's regime murdered over 200,000 men, women and children and we watched on TV. We let it happen. People were being slaughtered for over a year and we issued economical sanctions and hid behind a rhetoric of diplomacy. How dare we? The dead remember. Real peace is not just the absence of conflict, but the presence of justice. Tonight, I come to you with a pledge to change America's policy. Never again will I allow our political slushingers to deter us from doing what we know is morally right. Atrocity and terror are not political weapons and for those who would use them, your day is over. We will never negotiate. We will no longer tolerate and we will no longer be afraid. It's your turn to be afraid.

Air Force One!

I love this one

You know, there's going to be sex, drugs, rock-and-roll... chips, dips, chains, whips... You know, your basic high school orgy type of thing. I mean, uh, I'm not talking candlewax on the nipples, or witchcraft or anything like that, no, no, no. Just a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear acting like complete animals.

Should be an easy one.

American Pie?

Let me tell ya what "Like a Virgin"'s about. It's about some cooze who's a regular fuck machine. I'm talking , morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick. Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like, WHOA baby. This cat is like Charles Bronson in "The Great Escape." He's diggin' tunnels. Now she's gettin this serious dick action, and she's feelin' something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain. It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her. Her pussy should be Bubble-Yum by now. But when this cat fucks her, it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see, the pain is reminding a fuck machine what is was once like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin."

I love this one

You know, there's going to be sex, drugs, rock-and-roll... chips, dips, chains, whips... You know, your basic high school orgy type of thing. I mean, uh, I'm not talking candlewax on the nipples, or witchcraft or anything like that, no, no, no. Just a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear acting like complete animals.

Should be an easy one.
Weird Science.

I've got a few, they might not be perfect but if you know the quotes then you'll get em.

1.) *fortyish man standing on a stage in a theater full of highschool students* And Today The Leader will apear before you for the first time *Nothing happens, crowd grows anxious, one student yells loudly* Where Is HE? *others follow* *man again, after calming the crowd* Here is your leader!* *Screen behinds him lights upwith a scene of one of Hitlers Speeches* Sig (spelling??) Heil!
(Hint, its a made for TV after schools special)
The Wave. Someone should have got this by now.

2.) *There is an explosion and we see a huge mushroom cloud on the horizon*
Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, this is not the end of the film. However, something like this might easily happen, and we thought we should put you in the proper mood. And now, back to our story.
another quote from this movie
And as we all know Americans are very odd people who feel that, after defeating a nation at war, they must, reconstruct it, Therefore, for the good of The Grand Duchy, we must wage total war on America... And lose
The Mouse That Roared.

Give me a couple minutes of your time. I've got a few things I'd like to talk to you about. You know, uh what you did wasn't really your fault. It's what they call a genetic defect. Mom calls it the gene. My grandfather had the gene. He came over on the boat from Ireland in 1912. And I guess he passed it on to my ol' man. My ol' man was a great guy, a real pussy cat, ya know, a hard worker, big sports fan. Sometimes on his way home from the docks he liked to stop in with the guys and have a couple of beers, ya know. I remember comin' home from school one day and the whole house was dark.Couldn't figure it out. Heard my mom crying' off in the dark someplace. I was old enough at that point I could reach the light switch. I turned the lights on and I saw2what he did to her. So I went to my room and I got the baseball bat; Mickey Mantle model my ol' man give me for Christmas. And I found the ol' man passed out in the bath tub. And I tattooed him. Needless to say, when I came home every day from school after that, the house was lit up like Ebbetts field. And the ol' man never drank again. So all I'm saying' to you is if you want to drink, you go ahead and drink. But if I ever find out you laid your hands on that girl again, Me and Mr. Mantle are gonna pay you a visit, my friend!

Give me a couple minutes of your time. I've got a few things I'd like to talk to you about. You know, uh what you did wasn't really your fault. It's what they call a genetic defect. Mom calls it the gene. My grandfather had the gene. He came over on the boat from Ireland in 1912. And I guess he passed it on to my ol' man. My ol' man was a great guy, a real pussy cat, ya know, a hard worker, big sports fan. Sometimes on his way home from the docks he liked to stop in with the guys and have a couple of beers, ya know. I remember comin' home from school one day and the whole house was dark.Couldn't figure it out. Heard my mom crying' off in the dark someplace. I was old enough at that point I could reach the light switch. I turned the lights on and I saw2what he did to her. So I went to my room and I got the baseball bat; Mickey Mantle model my ol' man give me for Christmas. And I found the ol' man passed out in the bath tub. And I tattooed him. Needless to say, when I came home every day from school after that, the house was lit up like Ebbetts field. And the ol' man never drank again. So all I'm saying' to you is if you want to drink, you go ahead and drink. But if I ever find out you laid your hands on that girl again, Me and Mr. Mantle are gonna pay you a visit, my friend!
Suicide Kings.

Suicide Kings.
Yep. Need to see that movie again.

Let me tell ya what "Like a Virgin"'s about. It's about some cooze who's a regular fuck machine. I'm talking , morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick. Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like, WHOA baby. This cat is like Charles Bronson in "The Great Escape." He's diggin' tunnels. Now she's gettin this serious dick action, and she's feelin' something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain. It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her. Her pussy should be Bubble-Yum by now. But when this cat fucks her, it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see, the pain is reminding a fuck machine what is was once like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin."
Resevoir Dogs

This shouldn't be too hard:

I've seen the horror. Horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies t o be feared. They are truly enemies.

Are you kids having fun?? (the kids cheer wildly) Hey, how about that cartoon, that was a weird cartoon, wasn't it? You know, that cartoon, it reminds me of a dream I had last week and I turned into a bird with a candy bar head! And there were these other birds, ya know, they're all tryin to eat my head and everything, but I get away from them, I did. And then there was this tree and there was this weird lizard, ya know, and (starts yelling and jerking around and pulls a rubber lizard from his pants) WOAH!! WOAH!! Hey, hey, I wanna, I wanna show you something, I wanna show you something. (leaves and returns with a mop and a bucket) This's my new mop. George, my friend, he gave me this mop. It's a pretty good mop. It's not as good as my first mop, I miss my first mop. But, this is still a good mop. Sometimes you just hafta take what life gives you. 'Cause life is like a mop, and sometimes life gets full of dirt and crud and bugs and hairballs and stuff. Well, you, you gotta clean it out! You gotta put it in here and rinse it off and start all over again. And sometimes life sticks to the floor so bad that a mop is not good enough, a mop isn't good enough. You gotta get down there with a, with a toothbrush ya know! You gotta scrub, you gotta get it all off, you gotta really try to get it all off. And if that doesn't work, you can't give up! You gotta stand right up, run to the window and say: "Hey! The floors are dirty as hell, and I'm not gonna take this anymore!!"

Are you kids having fun?? (the kids cheer wildly) Hey, how about that cartoon, that was a weird cartoon, wasn't it? You know, that cartoon, it reminds me of a dream I had last week and I turned into a bird with a candy bar head! And there were these other birds, ya know, they're all tryin to eat my head and everything, but I get away from them, I did. And then there was this tree and there was this weird lizard, ya know, and (starts yelling and jerking around and pulls a rubber lizard from his pants) WOAH!! WOAH!! Hey, hey, I wanna, I wanna show you something, I wanna show you something. (leaves and returns with a mop and a bucket) This's my new mop. George, my friend, he gave me this mop. It's a pretty good mop. It's not as good as my first mop, I miss my first mop. But, this is still a good mop. Sometimes you just hafta take what life gives you. 'Cause life is like a mop, and sometimes life gets full of dirt and crud and bugs and hairballs and stuff. Well, you, you gotta clean it out! You gotta put it in here and rinse it off and start all over again. And sometimes life sticks to the floor so bad that a mop is not good enough, a mop isn't good enough. You gotta get down there with a, with a toothbrush ya know! You gotta scrub, you gotta get it all off, you gotta really try to get it all off. And if that doesn't work, you can't give up! You gotta stand right up, run to the window and say: "Hey! The floors are dirty as hell, and I'm not gonna take this anymore!!"

that movie with Weird Al, my god what was it's name? UHF! thats it

that movie with Weird Al, my god what was it's name? UHF! thats it
Admittedly, the Rafael's animal kingdom part is better.
Next one:


Yes there is something holy to me! The power of the individual human mind. In a child's power to master the multiplication table there is more sanctity than in all your shouted "Amens!," "Holy, Holies!" and "Hosannahs!" An ideas is a greater monument than a cathedral. And the advance of man's knowledge is more of a miracle than any sticks turned to snakes, or the parting of waters. But are we now to halt the march of progress because Mr. Brady frightens us with a fable? (to the jury) Gentlemen, progress has never been a bargain. You've got to pay for it. Sometimes I think there's a man behind a counter who says, "All right, you can have a telephone; but you'll have to give up privacy, the charm of distance. Madam, you may vote; but at a price; you lose the right to retreat behind a powderpuff or a petticoat. Mister, you may conquer the air; but the birds will lose their wonder, and the clouds will smell of gasoline!" Darwin moved us forward to a hilltop, where we could look back and see the way from which we came. But for this view, this insight, this knowledge, we must abandon our faith in the pleasant poetry of Genesis.

This shouldn't be too hard:

I've seen the horror. Horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies t o be feared. They are truly enemies.
Apocolypse Now

Admittedly, the Rafael's animal kingdom part is better.
I thought so too, but I didn't want to quote that, cause it's too easy.

Apocolypse Now
Correctomundo.

________, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I've ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response was there anything that could even be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul!

Billy Madison.

Wow. Either everyone was stumped before or I got dissed. Either way, I don't care. I'm reposting with the follow-up line as an added hint.

How you doin' then? All right, are you? Now look, squire, you're the guv'nor here, I can see that. I'm in your manor now. So there's no need to get your knickers in a twist. Whatever this bollocks is that's going down between you and that slag Valentine, it's got nothing to do with me. I couldn't care less. Alright, mate? Let me explain. When I was in prison - second time - uh, no, telling a lie, third stretch, yeah, third, third - there was this screw what really had it in for me, and that geezer was top of my list. Two years after I got sprung, I sees him in Arnold Park. He's sittin' on a bench feedin' bloody pigeons. There was no-one about, I could've gone up behind him and snapped his fuckin' neck, *wallop!* But I left it. I could've knobbled him, but I didn't. 'Cause what I thought I wanted wasn't what I wanted. What I thought I was thinkin' about was something else. I didn't give a toss. It didn't matter, see? This berk on the bench wasn't worth my time. It meant sod-all in the end, 'cause you gotta make a choice: when to do something, and when to let it go. When it matters, and when it don't. Bide your time. That's what prison teaches you, if nothing else. Bide your time, and everything becomes clear, and you can act accordingly.

There's one thing I don't understand. The thing I don't understand is every motherfuckin' word you're saying.

The Limey?

Easy-peasy!

Terence Stamp is a God :D.

Not quite a monologue, but I like it:

"That's just what this country needs: a cock in frock on a rock"

________, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I've ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response was there anything that could even be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul!
Billy Madison!

(I used that quote in the "Best Insults" thread. :D)

EDIT: Oops, just noticed that someone already got to that a few hours ago.

It looks like nobody guessed mine, though! :p

Terence Stamp is a God :D.

Not quite a monologue, but I like it:

"That's just what this country needs: a cock in frock on a rock"
Priscilla, Queen of the desert?

Priscilla, Queen of the desert?
Yep.

Alternatively, The Film That Made My Parents Think I Was Gay. :D

Oh I love these forum games!

Heres one, from one of my favourite movies:

First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village, but the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have reproductive organs under those little.. white... pants. That's what's so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. What's the point of living if you don't have a dick?
Donnie Darko

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Fight club? Guess not.

Fight club? Guess not.
No it's Trainspotting

"We wanna go somewhere else. We're not threatened by people anymore. All our insecurities have evaporated. We're in the clouds now. We're wide open. We're spacemen orbiting the earth. The world looks beautiful from here, man. We're nympholeptics, desiring for the unobtainable. We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. So many ideas. So little memory. The last thought killed by anticipation of the next. We embrace an overwhelming feeling of love. We flow in unison. We're together. I wish this was real. We want a universal level of togetherness, where we're comfortable with everyone. We're in rhythm. Part of a movement. A movement to escape. We wave goodbye. Ultimately, we just want to be happy. Heh, yeah hang on, what the fuck was I just talking about?"

Hint: Its a British Film.

Here's an easy one.

"We had two bags of Grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cacaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.... also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls... but the only thing that worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge..."

Fear and Loathing.

"We wanna go somewhere else. We're not threatened by people anymore. All our insecurities have evaporated. We're in the clouds now. We're wide open. We're spacemen orbiting the earth. The world looks beautiful from here, man. We're nympholeptics, desiring for the unobtainable. We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. So many ideas. So little memory. The last thought killed by anticipation of the next. We embrace an overwhelming feeling of love. We flow in unison. We're together. I wish this was real. We want a universal level of togetherness, where we're comfortable with everyone. We're in rhythm. Part of a movement. A movement to escape. We wave goodbye. Ultimately, we just want to be happy. Heh, yeah hang on, what the fuck was I just talking about?"

Hint: Its a British Film.

Human Traffic, I think. I know exactly what film you mean, I'm just not sure whether or not it's called Human Traffic.

Yep.

Alternatively, The Film That Made My Parents Think I Was Gay. :D

lol, I suppose that would do it!! :D

lol, I suppose that would do it!! :D

Well that, and the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Human Traffic, I think. I know exactly what film you mean, I'm just not sure whether or not it's called Human Traffic.

Yep

Well that, and the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
No, I just think that liking the Rocky Horror Picture Show indicates that you really, really like sex. Period. :D

You smell that? Do you smell that? ...Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
[Walks off unhappily]

"Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I never wanted another."

Same man, different part of the movie:

"On the river, I thought that the minute I looked at him, I'd know what to do, but it didn't happen. I was in there with him for days, not under guard, I was free, but he knew I wasn't going anywhere. He knew more about what I was going to do than I did. If the Generals back in the Trang could see what I saw, would they still want me to kill him? More than ever probably. And what would his people back home want if they ever learned just how far from them he'd really gone? He broke from them, and then he broke from himself. I'd never seen a man so broken up and ripped apart."


Anyone who doesn't know the movie should be ashamed of themselves!

"Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I never wanted another."

Same man, different part of the movie:

"On the river, I thought that the minute I looked at him, I'd know what to do, but it didn't happen. I was in there with him for days, not under guard, I was free, but he knew I wasn't going anywhere. He knew more about what I was going to do than I did. If the Generals back in the Trang could see what I saw, would they still want me to kill him? More than ever probably. And what would his people back home want if they ever learned just how far from them he'd really gone? He broke from them, and then he broke from himself. I'd never seen a man so broken up and ripped apart."


Anyone who doesn't know the movie should be ashamed of themselves!
I'm gonna hazard an Apocalypse Now.

I'm gonna hazard an Apocalypse Now.
You hazard right!
I thought I'd make it real easy by posting the 'napalm in the morning' speech right before.

No, I just think that liking the Rocky Horror Picture Show indicates that you really, really like sex. Period. :D
Not if your catholic though ;) :D

What do you think of farmers? You think they're saints? Hah! They're foxy beasts! They say, "We've got no rice, we've no wheat. We've got nothing!" But they have! They have everything! Dig under the floors! Or search the barns! You'll find plenty! Beans, salt, rice, cake! Look in the valleys, they've got hidden warehouses! They pose as saints but are full of lies! If they smell a battle, they hunt the defeated! They're nothing but stingy, greedy, blubbering, foxy, and mean! God damn it all! But then who made them such beasts? You did! You samurai did it! You burn their villages! Destroy their farms! Steal their food! Force them to labor! Take their women! And kill them if they resist! So what should farmers do?

What do you think of farmers? You think they're saints? Hah! They're foxy beasts! They say, "We've got no rice, we've no wheat. We've got nothing!" But they have! They have everything! Dig under the floors! Or search the barns! You'll find plenty! Beans, salt, rice, cake! Look in the valleys, they've got hidden warehouses! They pose as saints but are full of lies! If they smell a battle, they hunt the defeated! They're nothing but stingy, greedy, blubbering, foxy, and mean! God damn it all! But then who made them such beasts? You did! You samurai did it! You burn their villages! Destroy their farms! Steal their food! Force them to labor! Take their women! And kill them if they resist! So what should farmers do?
Seven Samurai of course.

The island is divided into many zones. Every six hours, your teacher will broadcast updates about which zones are becoming danger zones. If you're in those zones, you should leave quickly because the danger is... Ok, about the necklaces you're wearing. They're 100% waterproof, shockproof and permenant! It monitors your pulse, informing us of your location and movements. So if you linger in a danger zone, or cause trouble we can identify you and transmit radio waves that trigger an alarm and BOOM! It explodes! If you try to rip it off, it explodes too, so promise not to do that, ok?

The island is divided into many zones. Every six hours, your teacher will broadcast updates about which zones are becoming danger zones. If you're in those zones, you should leave quickly because the danger is... Ok, about the necklaces you're wearing. They're 100% waterproof, shockproof and permenant! It monitors your pulse, informing us of your location and movements. So if you linger in a danger zone, or cause trouble we can identify you and transmit radio waves that trigger an alarm and BOOM! It explodes! If you try to rip it off, it explodes too, so promise not to do that, ok?
That movie that Chess Squares (I think) likes and was talking about in the suggest a movie or whatever thread. I haven't seen it, but that more than likely it. I won't go on just in case someone is legitimately figuring this out.

The island is divided into many zones. Every six hours, your teacher will broadcast updates about which zones are becoming danger zones. If you're in those zones, you should leave quickly because the danger is... Ok, about the necklaces you're wearing. They're 100% waterproof, shockproof and permenant! It monitors your pulse, informing us of your location and movements. So if you linger in a danger zone, or cause trouble we can identify you and transmit radio waves that trigger an alarm and BOOM! It explodes! If you try to rip it off, it explodes too, so promise not to do that, ok?

Battle Royal!

This should be an easy one:

"I'm your Huckleberry."

________, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I've ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response was there anything that could even be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul!
I didnt see an answer to this one, so im gonna say
Billy Madison

This should be an easy one:

"I'm your Huckleberry."
not a monologue but

Tombstone

Haha...send him home. I just send him home. Time to go home there, ball. Son of a bitch ball! Why didn't you just go HOME! ARE YOU TOO GOOD FOR YOUR HOME? ANSWER ME!! Suck my white ass ball.

I'll try and continue this emergency broadcast as long as we can hold out here. Umm. The city is almost completely deserted now, there are only a few stragglers left on the streets, no emergency services. The fires continue to burn out of control. This incredible epidemic of random mass killing has spread to every country in the civilized world. Every hour more people are becoming infected and being driven to senseless acts of extreme violence. And we got reports, sketchy at best, of people mutating, their bodies swelling and distorting. Its impossible at this time to know how many uninfected people are left."

I'll try and continue this emergency broadcast as long as we can hold out here. Umm. The city is almost completely deserted now, there are only a few stragglers left on the streets, no emergency services. The fires continue to burn out of control. This incredible epidemic of random mass killing has spread to every country in the civilized world. Every hour more people are becoming infected and being driven to senseless acts of extreme violence. And we got reports, sketchy at best, of people mutating, their bodies swelling and distorting. Its impossible at this time to know how many uninfected people are left."


28 Days Later


Next Monologue:

Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.

@Giuseppe-san:

I don't know what that's from, but I want to see it.

28 Days Later


Wrong.

Hint: Its a jonh carpenter movie ;)

28 Days Later


Next Monologue:

Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
<snip>.
25th Hour?

(Is that right. Ed Norton is a drug dealer I know that.)

Wrong.

Hint: Its a jonh carpenter movie ;)

In the Mouth of Madness

thanks for the hint

25th Hour?

(Is that right. Ed Norton is a drug dealer I know that.)

Yeah, 25th hour

Next Monologue:

Well, I believe in the soul. The cock. The pussy. The small of a woman's back. The hanging curveball. High fiber. Good scotch. That the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a Constitution Amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve. And I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days...Goodnight.

Try this one:
Do you guys know what I did to get in here? I taped Larry Lester's buns together. Yeah, you know him? Well then, you know how hairy he is, right? Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of his hair came off and some skin too. And the bizarre thing is, is that I did it for my old man. I tortured this poor kid because I wanted him to think I was cool. He's always going off about, you know, when he was in school, all the wild things he used to do, and I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right? So, I'm sitting in the locker room and I'm taping up my knee and Larry's undressing a couple lockers down from me and he's kinda, kinda skinny, weak, and I started thinking about my father and his attitude about weakness, and the next thing I knew I, I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him. Then my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I was sittin' in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Larry's father and Larry having to go home and explain what happened to him. And the humiliation, the fucking humiliation he must have felt. It must have been unreal. I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There's no way. It's all because of me and my old man. God, I fucking hate him. He's like, he's like this mindless machine I can't even relate to anymore. "Andrew, you've got to be number one. I won't tolerate any losers in this family. Your intensity is for shit." You son of a bitch. You know, sometimes I wish my knee would give and I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. He could forget all about me.

Well, I believe in the soul. The cock. The pussy. The small of a woman's back. The hanging curveball. High fiber. Good scotch. That the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a Constitution Amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve. And I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days...Goodnight.
Crash from Bull Durham!

In the Mouth of Madness

thanks for the hint

yep yep :fluffle:

And one to grow on:
What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on the top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was. But the old man didn't have to be. He could lie quiet in his canopied bed, with his bloodless hands folded on the sheet, waiting. His heart was a brief, uncertain murmur. His thoughts were as gray as ashes. And in a little while he too, like Rusty Regan, would be sleeping...
(Yes, the key words are missing, otherwise it's way too damn easy...)

Try this one:

Breakfast Club.

"Well actually the the trick to falling asleep is to trying to stay awake. See when my mother was an intern she use to work late through the night, sleep through the day. So the only time we ever got to talk about anything was when she'd get home. So what'd I'd, I used to do, I used to lie in my bed and try to stay awake as long as I could. But it never worked. 'Cause, cause the harder I tried, the faster I'd fall asleep. (pause) Funny thing is sometimes she'd come home early. I'd pretend to be asleep. She'd stand in the doorway looking at me, and I'd keep my eyes shut. And I knew she just wanted to find out about my day. So she came home early, just to talk to me. I still wouldn't move I'd still pretend to just be asleep. I don't know why I did that..."

And one to grow on:

(Yes, the key words are missing, otherwise it's way too damn easy...)

Sleeping the Big Sleep, yeah, with all those other words, it would have been too easy.

Never, never, interrupt me, okay? Not if there's a fire, not even if you hear the sound of a thud from my home and one week later there's a smell coming from there that can only be a decaying human body and you have to hold a hanky to your face because the stench is so thick that you think you're going to faint. Even then, don't come knocking. Or, if it's election night, and you're excited and you wanna celebrate because some fudgepacker that you date has been elected the first queer President of the United States and he's going to have you down to Camp David, and you want someone to share the moment with. Even then, don't knock. Not on this door. Not for ANY REASON... !



Do you get me, sweetheart?

OK, I'm going to start three lines. You all guess which movie they are from, and who said it.

1) "I can teach you how to brew fame, bottle glory, even stopper death."

2) Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta. (translation--Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come.
In this place I will abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world. )

3) "Don't worry, Suki-ji. With some of our designs,even these mosquito bites will look like juicy, juicy mangoes!"


HAVE FUN!
[B][COLOR=RoyalBlue] :) :rolleyes: :p :D :cool:

2) Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta. (translation--Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come.
In this place I will abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world. )





I don't know the others. This is Aragorn, during his coronation as king of Gondor. It's the little tune he sings in sindarin. Movie is return of the king.

"First of all Rat, you never let on how much you like a girl. "Oh, Debbie. Hi." Two, you always call the shots. "Kiss me. You won't regret it." Now three, act like wherever you are, that's the place to be. "Isn't this great?" Four, when ordering food, you find out what she wants, then order for the both of you. It's a classy move. "Now, the lady will have the linguini and white clam sauce, and a Coke with no ice." And five, now this is the most important, Rat. When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV."

"First of all Rat, you never let on how much you like a girl. "Oh, Debbie. Hi." Two, you always call the shots. "Kiss me. You won't regret it." Now three, act like wherever you are, that's the place to be. "Isn't this great?" Four, when ordering food, you find out what she wants, then order for the both of you. It's a classy move. "Now, the lady will have the linguini and white clam sauce, and a Coke with no ice." And five, now this is the most important, Rat. When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV."

Oh, snap. Fast Times.

[QUOTE=Daeren]OK, I'm going to start three lines. You all guess which movie they are from, and who said it.

1) "I can teach you how to brew fame, bottle glory, even stopper death."

3) "Don't worry, Suki-ji. With some of our designs,even these mosquito bites will look like juicy, juicy mangoes!"


1.) Professor Snape, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

3.) _____, Bend it like Beckham

Sleeping the Big Sleep, yeah, with all those other words, it would have been too easy.

Never, never, interrupt me, okay? Not if there's a fire, not even if you hear the sound of a thud from my home and one week later there's a smell coming from there that can only be a decaying human body and you have to hold a hanky to your face because the stench is so thick that you think you're going to faint. Even then, don't come knocking. Or, if it's election night, and you're excited and you wanna celebrate because some fudgepacker that you date has been elected the first queer President of the United States and he's going to have you down to Camp David, and you want someone to share the moment with. Even then, don't knock. Not on this door. Not for ANY REASON... !



Do you get me, sweetheart?

As Good as it Gets

Breakfast Club.

"Well actually the the trick to falling asleep is to trying to stay awake. See when my mother was an intern she use to work late through the night, sleep through the day. So the only time we ever got to talk about anything was when she'd get home. So what'd I'd, I used to do, I used to lie in my bed and try to stay awake as long as I could. But it never worked. 'Cause, cause the harder I tried, the faster I'd fall asleep. (pause) Funny thing is sometimes she'd come home early. I'd pretend to be asleep. She'd stand in the doorway looking at me, and I'd keep my eyes shut. And I knew she just wanted to find out about my day. So she came home early, just to talk to me. I still wouldn't move I'd still pretend to just be asleep. I don't know why I did that..."
Saving Private Ryan

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights, but other illustrious names were soon to follow: Sir Lancelot the Brave, Sir Gallahad the Pure, and Sir Robin the-not-quite-so-brave-as-Sir-Lancelot, who had nearly fought the Dragon of Angnor, who had nearly stood up to the vicious Chicken of Bristol, and who had personally wet himself at the Battle of Badon Hill, and the aptly named Sir Not-appearing-in-this-film.

Really easy.

What do you know about it? Who are you anyway? Who are you? Criminals. Are you proud of yourselves? Proud of breaking safes or cheating at cards, things you can just as well keep your fingers off. You wouldn't need to do all that if you'd learn a proper trade. Or if you'd work but if you weren't a bunch of lazy bastards...butI...I can't help myself...I have no control over this. This evil thing inside me, the fire, the woices, the torment! It's there all the time...driving me to wander the streets, following me silently, but I can feel it ther... it's me, pursuing myself...I want to escape, to escape from myself but it's impossible...I can't escape, I have to obey it, I have to run endless streets...I want to escape, to get away and I'm pursued by ghosts. Ghosts of mothers and of those children, they never leave me, they are there, always there, always, always, except when I do it...when I...then I can't remember anything and afterwards I see those posters and read what I've done. Did I do that? But I can't remember anything about it, but who will beleive me? Who knows what it's like to be me? How I'm forced to act...how I must...must...don't want to....but must...and then a voice screams...I can't bear to hear it...I can't go on, I can't go on....


The film is in German, I own a subtitled version. This is the monologue given towards the end.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights, but other illustrious names were soon to follow: Sir Lancelot the Brave, Sir Gallahad the Pure, and Sir Robin the-not-quite-so-brave-as-Sir-Lancelot, who had nearly fought the Dragon of Angnor, who had nearly stood up to the vicious Chicken of Bristol, and who had personally wet himself at the Battle of Badon Hill, and the aptly named Sir Not-appearing-in-this-film.

Really easy.
Monty Python, Holy Grail

What do you know about it? Who are you anyway? Who are you? Criminals. Are you proud of yourselves? Proud of breaking safes or cheating at cards, things you can just as well keep your fingers off. You wouldn't need to do all that if you'd learn a proper trade. Or if you'd work but if you weren't a bunch of lazy bastards...butI...I can't help myself...I have no control over this. This evil thing inside me, the fire, the woices, the torment! It's there all the time...driving me to wander the streets, following me silently, but I can feel it ther... it's me, pursuing myself...I want to escape, to escape from myself but it's impossible...I can't escape, I have to obey it, I have to run endless streets...I want to escape, to get away and I'm pursued by ghosts. Ghosts of mothers and of those children, they never leave me, they are there, always there, always, always, except when I do it...when I...then I can't remember anything and afterwards I see those posters and read what I've done. Did I do that? But I can't remember anything about it, but who will beleive me? Who knows what it's like to be me? How I'm forced to act...how I must...must...don't want to....but must...and then a voice screams...I can't bear to hear it...I can't go on, I can't go on....


The film is in German, I own a subtitled version. This is the monologue given towards the end.

M

:D

An easy one:

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when my fear is gone I will turn and face fears path, and only I will remain.

M

:D
1,000,000 bonus points for you.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when my fear is gone I will turn and face fears path, and only I will remain.

Dune.

You guys have it real easy. I never had it like this where I grew up. But I send my kids here because the fact is you go to one of the best schools in the country: _________. Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down. Just remember, they can buy anything but they can't buy backbone. Don't let them forget it. Thank you.

You guys have it real easy. I never had it like this where I grew up. But I send my kids here because the fact is you go to one of the best schools in the country: _________. Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down. Just remember, they can buy anything but they can't buy backbone. Don't let them forget it. Thank you.
I'll take Rushmore for 500 Bob.

"God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. "

"God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. "
Easy one. Fight Club durrrrr....

"Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know? "

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 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.

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 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.
Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
Bullet Tooth Tony Rules!!!

"Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know? "
Was that one called Antz?

Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
Bullet Tooth Tony Rules!!!
Nearly there. Its *drumroll* Snatch!

Was that one called Antz?
Nope. These aren't literal ants, they're people. Supposed to be metaphorical.

Nearly there. Its *drumroll* Snatch!
I so totally suck for getting the two confused.

I so totally suck for getting the two confused.
Shame on you. But at least you guessed the better version?

Okay, this is a dialogue, but one that really hits home for me:

Ooh, Ingrid Bergman... now she's low maintenance.
Low maintenance?
There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenace.
And Ingrid Bergman is low maintenance?
An LM, definitely.
Which one am I?
You're the worst kind: you're high maintenance, but you think you're low maintenance.
I don't see that.
You don't see that? "Waiter, I'll begin with the house salad, but I don't want the regular dressing, I'll have the balsamic vinaigrette oil, but on the side. And then the salmon with the mustard sauce, but the mustard sauce on the side." On the side is a very big thing with you.
Well, I just want it the way I want it.
I know, high maintenance.


When Harry Met Sally

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides with the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon those with great vengeance and with furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know that my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. If you heard that, that meant your ass....(and it trails off from there)

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides with the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon those with great vengeance and with furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know that my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. If you heard that, that meant your ass....(and it trails off from there)
Pulp Fiction.

YAY! Got it right so now you get a nice little websites that talk about "secrets" in the movie
http://www.godamongdirectors.com/tarantino/faq/secrets.html