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Post your favourite movie monologue. The most popular ones will be in a poll later. Post away.

The Big Lebowski

Walter: Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was...he was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors, and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of southern California from La Holla to Leo Carillo, and up to Pismo. He died.. he died as so many young men of his generation before his time, and in your wisdom, Lord, you took him. Just as you took so many bright, flowering young men at Khe San, and Lan Doc, and Hill 364. These young men gave their lives, and so did Donny. Donny who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos.. in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been....we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Goodnight, sweet prince.
(Walter dumps the ashes out of the coffee can. The wind blows them all onto The Dude.)

Good thread!! Can't remember anything right now... But perhaps I'll post something later.
Or something ;)

True Romance.
When Dennis Hopper is talking to Christopher Walken. Hopper knows Walker is going to kill him, so he decides to tell the local mafia boss (Walken) all about the Moors conquest of Sicily. It was a really good scene.

"We train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write fuck on their airplanes because it's obscene! " -Colonel Kurtz (Marlon Brando), Apocalypse Now

"Charlie is dug in too deep, or moving too fast. His idea of R&R was cold rice and a little rat meat. He had only two ways home, death or victory. " -Captain Willard (Martin Sheen), Apocalypse Now

" It was the way we had over here of living with ourselves. We'd cut them in half with a machine gun and give them a bandaid. It was a lie, and the more I saw of them, the more I hated lies. " - Captain Willard (Martin Sheen), Apocalypse Now

[Lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson from Saving Private Ryan:: Be not that far from me, for trouble is near; haste Thee to help me.

Saving Private Ryan:

Lieutenant Dewindt: FUBAR.
Private Reiben: FUBAR.
Sergeant Horvath: FUBAR.
Captain John Miller: FUBAR
Private Jackson: Y'all got that right.
Corporal Upham: I looked up fubar in the German dictionary and there's no fubar in here.

Pulp Fiction:

Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say "what" again. SAY "WHAT" AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say "what" one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.



[Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation]
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?

The Big Lebowski

Walter: Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was...he was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors, and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of southern California from La Holla to Leo Carillo, and up to Pismo. He died.. he died as so many young men of his generation before his time, and in your wisdom, Lord, you took him. Just as you took so many bright, flowering young men at Khe San, and Lan Doc, and Hill 364. These young men gave their lives, and so did Donny. Donny who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos.. in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been....we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Goodnight, sweet prince.
(Walter dumps the ashes out of the coffee can. The wind blows them all onto The Dude.)

That's a good one. Except it's La Jolla, and Leo Creole.. I prefer the Tressles myself. ;)

Saving Private Ryan:

Lieutenant Dewindt: FUBAR.
Private Reiben: FUBAR.
Sergeant Horvath: FUBAR.
Captain John Miller: FUBAR
Private Jackson: Y'all got that right.
Corporal Upham: I looked up fubar in the German dictionary and there's no fubar in here.

Pulp Fiction:

Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say "what" again. SAY "WHAT" AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say "what" one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.



[Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation]
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?

These two are great!! They'll get my vote. :p

That's a good one. Except it's La Jolla, and Leo Creole.. I prefer the Tressles myself. ;)
Well I guess the dude, being a hippie and all, not really cares about Vietnam. ;)
What's a tressle? :confused:

Well I guess the dude, being a hippie and all, not really cares about Vietnam. ;)
What's a tressle? :confused:

The Tressles is the name for a beach down south of San Clemente, by the nuke plant, my favorite one for surfing. I'm not a big fan of either Leo Creole or La Jolla, but everyone's got their spots. :)

The Tressles is the name for a beach down south of San Clemente, by the nuke plant, my favorite one for surfing. I'm not a big fan of either Leo Creole or La Jolla, but everyone's got their spots. :)
Ow, whoops I tought he was already talking about Vietnam. :p

"It's strange how pulling a trigger is easier than playing the guitar. Easier to destroy, than to create." - Antonio Banderas as El Mariachi in "Desperado"


"You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig." - Clint Eastwood as The Man With No Name in "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly"

Loved the Pulp Fiction one, although it fails to meet the monologue criteria,,,

as opposed to
Red: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufrense escaped from Shawshank prison, all they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I used to think it would take six-hundred years to tunnel under the wall with it, old Andy did it in less than twenty. Oh Andy loved Geology, I guess it appealed to his maticulous nature, an ice age here, million years of mountain building there, geology is the study of pressure and time. That's all it takes really, pressure, and time. That and a big god-damned poster. Like I said, in prison a man will do anything to keep his mind occupied. It turns out Andy's favourite hobby was totin his wall through the exercise yard, a handfull at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed, he decided he had been here just about long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guard simply didn't notice, neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a mans shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five-hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want too. Five-Hundred yards... that's the length of five football fields, just shy of half a mile.


or,

Lt. Frank Drebin: I couldn't believe it was her. It was like a dream. But there she was, just as I remembered her. That delicately beautiful face. A body that could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room. And breasts that seemed to say..."Hey! Look at these!" She made you want to drop to your knees and thank God you were a man! She reminded me of my mother, all right. No doubt about it.

:D

I think there need to be more monologues.

The line between a quote and a monologue is a bit blurry on this thread but meh

Quote: 'It's 2,886 miles to San Francisco, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it."

Monologue (ish): "I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk? "

Aaah, two famous ones!

"I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wounds and shattered shields, when the age of man comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight. By all that you hold dear on this good earth, i bid you stand, men of the west."
-Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn in "The Lord of the Rings:The Return of the King."

"You think i hate you? I don't hate you. This job is eating me up inside, I can't breathe anymore. If I rat lefty out, he'll die, they'll kill him because he stood up for me, he vouched for me. That would be like me putting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger myself. You understand? All my life i tried to be the good guy, the man in the fucking white hat. For what? Nothing. I'm not becoming one of them Maggie, i am them."
-Johnny Depp as Joe Pistone A.K.A Donnie Brasco in "Donnie Brasco."

"We train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write fuck on their airplanes because it's obscene! " -Colonel Kurtz (Marlon Brando), Apocalypse Now

"Charlie is dug in too deep, or moving too fast. His idea of R&R was cold rice and a little rat meat. He had only two ways home, death or victory. " -Captain Willard (Martin Sheen), Apocalypse Now

" It was the way we had over here of living with ourselves. We'd cut them in half with a machine gun and give them a bandaid. It was a lie, and the more I saw of them, the more I hated lies. " - Captain Willard (Martin Sheen), Apocalypse Now

[Lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson from Saving Private Ryan:: Be not that far from me, for trouble is near; haste Thee to help me.

Saving Private Ryan:

Lieutenant Dewindt: FUBAR.
Private Reiben: FUBAR.
Sergeant Horvath: FUBAR.
Captain John Miller: FUBAR
Private Jackson: Y'all got that right.
Corporal Upham: I looked up fubar in the German dictionary and there's no fubar in here.

Pulp Fiction:

Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say "what" again. SAY "WHAT" AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say "what" one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.



[Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation]
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?


Do we have trouble understanding English today? ;)

Monologues do not involve two people.

Arthur Kirkland: Your Honor, Mr. Foreman, ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, my name is Arthur Kirkland, and I am the Defense Counsel for the Defendant, Judge Henry T. Fleming. [indicates Judge Fleming (John Forsythe), his client] Now, that man over there [indicates DA Bowers at the prosecution table]-- he's the prosecuting attorney, and he couldn't be happier today. He is a happy man today, because today he's going after a JUDGE, and if he gets him...if he gets him, he's gonna be a star. He's gonna have his name in this month's Law Review - Centerfold! Lawyer of the Month! Now, in order to win this case, he needs you, naturally. You're all he's got, believe me. So he's counting on tapping that emotion in you that says "Let's get somebody in power. Let's get a JUDGE." However, these proceedings are not about that. These proceedings are here to see that Justice is done. And Justice, as any reasonable person will tell you, is the finding of the Truth. And what is the Truth today? One truth, a tragic one, is that that girl has been beaten and raped. Another truth is that the prosecution doesn't have a witness, does not have one piece of substantiating evidence other than the testimony of the victim herself. Another truth is that my client voluntarily, and the prosecution is well aware of this fact, voluntarily took a lie detector test...

DA Bowers (Craig T. Nelson): [jumping up] Objection, Your Honor!! That's inadmissable evidence!! Come on!!

Arthur Kirkland: ...told the truth!

Judge Rayford (Jack Warden): The jury will disregard that remark! Polygraph tests have not been proven 100% reliable, therefore inadmissable in a court of law!

Arthur Kirkland: Sorry, Your Honor....Let's get back to Justice. What is Justice? What is the intention of justice? The intention of justice is to see that the guilty people are punished and the innocent are freed. Simple, isn't it? Only it's not that simple. However, it is the Defense Counsel's duty to protect the rights of the individual, as it is the Prosecution's duty to uphold and defend the laws of the State. Justice for All. Only we have a problem here. And you know what it is? Both sides want to win. We want to win! We want to win regardless of the Truth! And we want to win regardless of Justice! Regardless of who's guilty or innocent! WINNING is everything! That man there [indicates DA Bowers again] wants a win so badly today, it means so much to him, he is so carried away with the Prospect of winning, the IDEA, that he forgot something absolutely essential to today's proceeding. He forgot his case. He forgot to bring it. I don't know, I don't see it, do you? The prosecution's case! He's gotta have one. Not a witness, not one piece of substantiating evidence other than the testimony of the victim herself! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have a case to end all cases! I have witnesses for my client, I have character references, testimonials that are backed up from here to Washington DC! I got lie detector tests that are...

DA Bowers: [jumping up again] Objection!!

Judge Rayford: Objection sustained!

Arthur Kirkland: Oh, sit down Frank!

Judge Rayford: Mr. Kirkland, you are out of order!

Arthur Kirkland: [takes a moment to gather himself] The one thing that bothered me, the one thing that stayed in my mind and I couldn't get rid of it, that haunted me was WHY. Why would she lie? What was her motive or lying? If my client is innocent, She's Lying. Why? Was it blackmail? No. Was it jealousy? No. Yesterday, I found out why. She doesn't have a motive. You know why? Because she's not lying. And ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, the prosecution is NOT gonna get that man today, No! Because I'M GONNA GET HIM! My client, the Honorable Henry T. Fleming, SHOULD GO RIGHT TO FUCKING JAIL! The sonofabitch is GUILTY!
[The jury rears back from Kirkland and total pandemonium breaks out in the courtroom]

Judge Rayford: Mr. Kirkland!!

Arthur Kirkland: That man is guilty! That man there, that man...

DA Bowers: [jumping up and staying up] Your Honor! The State demands a retrial!!

Arthur Kirkland: That man is a slime! He is a slime! If he's allowed to go free, something really wrong is going on here!

Judge Rayford: Mr. Kirkland, you are out of order!! [gavels for quiet]

Arthur Kirkland: You're out of order! You're out of order! The whole trial is out of order! [indicates the gallery which is up in arms by this point] They're out of order! That man, that sick, crazy depraved man...

Judge Rayford: All right, clear the courtroom! Clear the courtroom!
[He continues banging the gavel as the bailiffs begin to clear the court and the jury begins filing out)]

Arthur Kirkland: ...raped and beat that woman there, and HE'D LIKE TO DO IT AGAIN! He told me so! [trying to get the attention of the last jurors, who are now fleeing the jury box as the bailiffs grab Kirkland] It's just a show! It's a show! It's "Let's Make a Deal!" Let's make a deal! [The bailiffs drag Kirkland past DA Bowers' table] Hey, Frank, you wanna make a deal? I got an insane judge who likes to beat the shit out of women! Whaddaya want to give me, Frank? Three weeks probation?

DA Bowers: Dammit, Kirkland!

Judge Rayford: [gavelling crazily] Order! Order! Order in this courtroom!

Arthur Kirkland: [to his client, Fleming, who glowers at him] You sonofabitch, you! You're supposed to stand for something! You're supposed to protect people! But instead you fucking murder them! You killed McCullough!!

Judge Rayford: [continuing to gavel] I've had enough! Get him out of here!! [The bailiffs are now carrying Kirkland out the doors]

Arthur Kirkland: You killed him! Hold it! Hold it! I just completed my opening statement!!
[as the doors close and the crowd goes wild...]

"But I being poor, have only my dreams, I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly because you tread on my dreams"-Equilibrium

I can't believe nobody's mentioned Christopher Walken's Pulp Fiction monologue about the rectally concealed watch yet!

Hello, little man. Boy I sure
heard a bunch about you. See, I
was a good friend of your Daddy's.
We were in that Hanoi pit of hell
over five years together.
Hopefully, you'll never have to
experience this yourself, but when
two men are in a situation like me
and your Daddy were, for as long as
we were, you take on certain
responsibilities of the other. If
it had been me who had not made it,
Major Coolidge would be talkin'
right now to my son Jim. But the
way it worked out is I'm talkin' to
you, Butch. I got somethin' for
ya.

The Captain pulls a gold wrist watch out of his pocket.

CAPT. KOONS
This watch I got here was first
purchased by your great-granddaddy.
It was bought during the First
World War in a little general store
in Knoxville, Tennessee. It was
bought by private Doughboy Ernie
Coolidge the day he set sail for
Paris. It was your great-
granddaddy's war watch, made by the
first company to ever make wrist
watches. You see, up until then,
people just carried pocket watches.
Your great-granddaddy wore that
watch every day he was in the war.
Then when he had done his duty, he
went home to your great-
grandmother, took the watch off his
wrist and put it in an ol' coffee
can. And in that can it stayed
'til your grandfather Dane Coolidge
was called upon by his country to
go overseas and fight the Germans
once again. This time they called
it World War Two.
Your great-granddaddy gave it to
your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't
as good as his old man's. Your
granddad was a Marine and he was
killed with all the other Marines
at the battle of Wake Island. Your
granddad was facing death and he
knew it. None of those boys had
any illusions about ever leavin'
that island alive. So three days
before the Japanese took the
island, your 22-year old
grandfather asked a gunner on an
Air Force transport named Winocki,
a man he had never met before in
his life, to deliver to his infant
son, who he had never seen in the
flesh, his gold watch. Three days
later, your grandfather was dead.
But Winocki kept his word. After
the war was over, he paid a visit
to your grandmother, delivering to
your infant father, his Dad's gold
watch. This watch. This watch was
on your Daddy's wrist when he was
shot down over Hanoi. He was
captured and put in a Vietnamese
prison camp. Now he knew if the
gooks ever saw the watch it's be
confiscated. The way your Daddy
looked at it, that watch was your
birthright. And he'd be damned if
and slopeheads were gonna put their
greasy yella hands on his boy's
birthright. So he hid it in the
one place he knew he could hide
somethin'. His ass. Five long
years, he wore this watch up his
ass. Then when he died of
disentary, he gave me the watch. I
hid with uncomfortable hunk of
metal up my ass for two years.
Then, after seven years, I was sent
home to my family. And now, little
man, I give the watch to you.

Capt. Koons hands the watch to Butch. A little hand comes
into FRAME to accept it.

Crash's credo (Bull Durham):
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.

Or Wednesday Addams at summer camp (Addams Family Values):
Wait, we can not break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, and you will play golf. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They said do not trust the pilgrims. And especially do not trust Sarah Miller. For all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.

Otter's Defense of Delta (Animal House):
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 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! Gentlemen!
(Otter packs his briefcase and leaves the room; the other Deltas follow, humming "The Star-Spangled Banner")

Kurtz's Horror (Apocalypse Now):
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.
I remember when I was with Special Forces--it seems a thousand centuries ago--we went into a camp to inoculate it. The children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile--a pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized--like I was shot...like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "My God, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that." Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they could stand that--these were not monsters, these were men, trained contras, these men who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have children, who are filled wi th love--that they had this strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral and at the same time were able to utilize their primordial i nstincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgment--without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.
I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be, and if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, Willard, you...you will do this for me.

Ash's "Boomstick (Armies of Darkness):
Yeah. All right you primitive screwheads, listen up. See this? This is my boomstick! It's a twelve gauge double-barreled Remington, S-Mart's top-of-the-line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids Michigan. Retails for about $199.95. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop Smart. Shop S-mart. Ya got that?! Now I swear, the next one of you primates, even touches me... Ya! Now, let's talk about how I get back home.

Captain Queeg "defends" himself (Caine Mutiny):
Queeg: No, I, I don't see any need of that. Now that I recall, he might have said something about messboys and then again he might not -- I questioned so many men and Harding was not the most reliable officer.
Lt. Greenwald (Jose Ferrer): I'm afraid the defense has no other recourse than to produce Lt. Harding.
Queeg: Now there's no need for that I know exactly what hell tell you. Lies! He was no different than any officer in the wardroom -- they were all disloyal, I tried to run the ship properly by the book but they fought me at every turn. If the crew wanted to walk around with their shirttails hanging out that's all right let them take the tow line. Defective equipment no more no less, but they encouraged the crew to go around scoffing at me and spreading wild rumors about steaming and circles. And then old yellow stain. I was to blame for Lt. Merrick's incompetence and poor seamanship. Lt. Merrick was the perfect officer but not Captain Queeg.
Ah, but the strawberries! That's where I had them. They laughed at me and made jokes, but I proved beyond the shadow of a doubt, and with geometric logic, that a duplicate key to the wardroom icebox did exist! And I'd have produced that key if they hadn't pulled Caine out of action! I-I-I know now they were only trying to protect some fellow officer and!......(realizes he has been ranting, babbling)
Naturally, I can only cover these things from memory if I've left anything out, why, just ask me specific questions and I'll be glad to answer them...one-by-one...

Col. Jessep's truth (A Few Good Men):
You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!

That ought to be enough for now. (More goodness available if needed. ;))

Arthur Kirkland: Your Honor, Mr. Foreman, ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, my name is Arthur Kirkland, and I am the Defense Counsel for the Defendant, Judge Henry T. Fleming. [indicates Judge Fleming (John Forsythe), his client] Now, that man over there [indicates DA Bowers at the prosecution table]-- he's the prosecuting attorney, and he couldn't be happier today. He is a happy man today, because today he's going after a JUDGE, and if he gets him...if he gets him, he's gonna be a star. He's gonna have his name in this month's Law Review - Centerfold! Lawyer of the Month! Now, in order to win this case, he needs you, naturally. You're all he's got, believe me. So he's counting on tapping that emotion in you that says "Let's get somebody in power. Let's get a JUDGE." However, these proceedings are not about that. These proceedings are here to see that Justice is done. And Justice, as any reasonable person will tell you, is the finding of the Truth. And what is the Truth today? One truth, a tragic one, is that that girl has been beaten and raped. Another truth is that the prosecution doesn't have a witness, does not have one piece of substantiating evidence other than the testimony of the victim herself. Another truth is that my client voluntarily, and the prosecution is well aware of this fact, voluntarily took a lie detector test...

DA Bowers (Craig T. Nelson): [jumping up] Objection, Your Honor!! That's inadmissable evidence!! Come on!!

Arthur Kirkland: ...told the truth!

Judge Rayford (Jack Warden): The jury will disregard that remark! Polygraph tests have not been proven 100% reliable, therefore inadmissable in a court of law!

Arthur Kirkland: Sorry, Your Honor....Let's get back to Justice. What is Justice? What is the intention of justice? The intention of justice is to see that the guilty people are punished and the innocent are freed. Simple, isn't it? Only it's not that simple. However, it is the Defense Counsel's duty to protect the rights of the individual, as it is the Prosecution's duty to uphold and defend the laws of the State. Justice for All. Only we have a problem here. And you know what it is? Both sides want to win. We want to win! We want to win regardless of the Truth! And we want to win regardless of Justice! Regardless of who's guilty or innocent! WINNING is everything! That man there [indicates DA Bowers again] wants a win so badly today, it means so much to him, he is so carried away with the Prospect of winning, the IDEA, that he forgot something absolutely essential to today's proceeding. He forgot his case. He forgot to bring it. I don't know, I don't see it, do you? The prosecution's case! He's gotta have one. Not a witness, not one piece of substantiating evidence other than the testimony of the victim herself! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have a case to end all cases! I have witnesses for my client, I have character references, testimonials that are backed up from here to Washington DC! I got lie detector tests that are...

DA Bowers: [jumping up again] Objection!!

Judge Rayford: Objection sustained!

Arthur Kirkland: Oh, sit down Frank!

Judge Rayford: Mr. Kirkland, you are out of order!

Arthur Kirkland: [takes a moment to gather himself] The one thing that bothered me, the one thing that stayed in my mind and I couldn't get rid of it, that haunted me was WHY. Why would she lie? What was her motive or lying? If my client is innocent, She's Lying. Why? Was it blackmail? No. Was it jealousy? No. Yesterday, I found out why. She doesn't have a motive. You know why? Because she's not lying. And ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, the prosecution is NOT gonna get that man today, No! Because I'M GONNA GET HIM! My client, the Honorable Henry T. Fleming, SHOULD GO RIGHT TO FUCKING JAIL! The sonofabitch is GUILTY!
[The jury rears back from Kirkland and total pandemonium breaks out in the courtroom]

Judge Rayford: Mr. Kirkland!!

Arthur Kirkland: That man is guilty! That man there, that man...

DA Bowers: [jumping up and staying up] Your Honor! The State demands a retrial!!

Arthur Kirkland: That man is a slime! He is a slime! If he's allowed to go free, something really wrong is going on here!

Judge Rayford: Mr. Kirkland, you are out of order!! [gavels for quiet]

Arthur Kirkland: You're out of order! You're out of order! The whole trial is out of order! [indicates the gallery which is up in arms by this point] They're out of order! That man, that sick, crazy depraved man...

Judge Rayford: All right, clear the courtroom! Clear the courtroom!
[He continues banging the gavel as the bailiffs begin to clear the court and the jury begins filing out)]

Arthur Kirkland: ...raped and beat that woman there, and HE'D LIKE TO DO IT AGAIN! He told me so! [trying to get the attention of the last jurors, who are now fleeing the jury box as the bailiffs grab Kirkland] It's just a show! It's a show! It's "Let's Make a Deal!" Let's make a deal! [The bailiffs drag Kirkland past DA Bowers' table] Hey, Frank, you wanna make a deal? I got an insane judge who likes to beat the shit out of women! Whaddaya want to give me, Frank? Three weeks probation?

DA Bowers: Dammit, Kirkland!

Judge Rayford: [gavelling crazily] Order! Order! Order in this courtroom!

Arthur Kirkland: [to his client, Fleming, who glowers at him] You sonofabitch, you! You're supposed to stand for something! You're supposed to protect people! But instead you fucking murder them! You killed McCullough!!

Judge Rayford: [continuing to gavel] I've had enough! Get him out of here!! [The bailiffs are now carrying Kirkland out the doors]

Arthur Kirkland: You killed him! Hold it! Hold it! I just completed my opening statement!!
[as the doors close and the crowd goes wild...]


Ooohhh. Good choice!

Drill Instructor: How tall are you private?
Cowboy: Sir! Five foot nine, sir!
Drill Instructor: Five foot nine? I didn't know they stacked shit that high! You tryin' to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?
Cowboy: Sir! No Sir!
Drill Instructor: Bullshit. It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your momma's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I think you been cheated! Where in the hell are you from anyway, private?
Cowboy: Sir! Texas, Sir!
Drill Instructor: Holy dog shit! Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy. And you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down. Do you suck dicks?
Cowboy: Sir! No Sir!
Drill Instructor: Are you a peter puffer?
Cowboy: Sir! No Sir!
Drill Instructor: I'll bet you're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.

You are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings. You are nothing more than unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit.- Full Metal Jacket

DO YOU FEEL DIZZY? DO YOU FEEL FAINT? JESUS H. CHRIST, I THINK YOU'VE GOT A HARD ON!- FMJ

I am hard, but I am fair! There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on niggers, kikes, whops or greasers! Here you are ALL equally worthless! And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to SERVE in my beloved Corp. Do you maggots understand that? -FMJ

The first rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club. The third rule of fight club, someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. The fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. The fifth rule, only one fight at a time fellas. The sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. The seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.- Fight Club

You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank, you're not the car you drive, you're not the contents of your wallet, you're not your fucking khakis. You are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world-Fight Club

I would submit more, but I think this is more than enough from one person

Drill Instructor: How tall are you private?
-
Drill Instructor: I'll bet you're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.
Thats not a monolouge, but I love that one too, My computer yells that at me when I need to get up in the morning.

Boss: "The first rule of fight club is you is you don't talk about fight club".

Jack snuffs his cigarette in an ashtray, stares up stoically.

JACK (V.O.)
I must've left the original in the
copy machine.

BOSS
"The second rule of fight club...
Is this yours?

JACK
Hmm?

BOSS
You don't get paid to abuse the copy
machine.

JACK
"Abuse" the copy machine. There's an
image.

BOSS
Pretend you're me. You find this.
What would you do?

Jack rises slowly, walks to his door, shuts it.

JACK
Me? I'd be very careful who I talked
to about this. It sounds like
someone dangerous wrote it... someone
who might snap at any moment,
stalking from office to office with
an Armalite AR-10 Carbine-gas
semiautomatic, bitterly pumping round
after round into colleagues and co-
workers.

Jack moves very close to Boss, picks up the PAPER and starts
tearing it into pieces.

JACK
Might be someone you've known for
years... somebody very close to you.
Or, maybe you shouldn't be bringing
me every little piece of trash you
pick up.

Jack puts the PAPER in his trash. Bass stares with a tinge
of outrage, a tinge of fear. PHONE RINGS. Jack answers it.

Nobody has mentioned my favourite speech of all time! I live by this speech; it's my life's motto.


Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.

Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here.
But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it'll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand, I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turnin' back, only they din't. They kept goin’, because they were holdin' on to somethin’.

Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?

Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fightin' for.

[Riding a circus elephant]
Peter Griffin: Look Lois, the two symbols of the Republican Party: an elephant, and a fat white guy who is threatened by change

I love that one too Amarenthe, i just couldn't remember all of it and i didn't have it written down anywhere.

MONOlogues, people. MONOlogues. Not DIalogues. Not single lines or quips! MONOlogues!

MONOlogues, people. MONOlogues. Not DIalogues. Not single lines or quips! MONOlogues!
I bolded the ones in my post that were monolouges

One day, an Autobot will rise from our ranks, and use the power of the Matrix to light our darkest hour. Until that day...when all are one...
-Optimus Prime, Transformers: The Movie.

Still brings a tear to my eye.

Loki: Any moron with a pack of matches can start a fire. Raining down sulfur takes a huge level of endurance. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.

Pulp Fiction:

Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say "what" again. SAY "WHAT" AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say "what" one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.


[Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation]
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?

awesome quote! you can have my vote as well :mp5:

"We train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write fuck on their airplanes because it's obscene! " -Colonel Kurtz (Marlon Brando), Apocalypse Now

"Charlie is dug in too deep, or moving too fast. His idea of R&R was cold rice and a little rat meat. He had only two ways home, death or victory. " -Captain Willard (Martin Sheen), Apocalypse Now

" It was the way we had over here of living with ourselves. We'd cut them in half with a machine gun and give them a bandaid. It was a lie, and the more I saw of them, the more I hated lies. " - Captain Willard (Martin Sheen), Apocalypse Now

[Lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson from Saving Private Ryan:: Be not that far from me, for trouble is near; haste Thee to help me.

Saving Private Ryan:

Lieutenant Dewindt: FUBAR.
Private Reiben: FUBAR.
Sergeant Horvath: FUBAR.
Captain John Miller: FUBAR
Private Jackson: Y'all got that right.
Corporal Upham: I looked up fubar in the German dictionary and there's no fubar in here.

Pulp Fiction:

Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say "what" again. SAY "WHAT" AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say "what" one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.



[Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation]
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?

WOOT!!! for pulp fiction

Peter: Hey, what are you doing here?
Superman: I killed a hooker. She made a crack about me being faster than a speeding bullet so I ripped her in half like a phonebook.


Peter: Your aunt Marguerite is probably laughing at me while she's burning in hell, may she rest in peace.


Tom Tucker: Now let's go to Greg The Weather Mime. OK... it's going to be cold... lots of wind... and it looks like parents are going to throw human fecal matter from the rooftops onto their children ... oh, GOD. That's awful. No wait, it looks like rain. Yes, rain.

And now, a quote from the best movie in the history of mankind.


Lawrence "Chunk" Cohen: Everything. OK! I'll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog...When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out...But the worst thing I ever done -- I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa -- and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Raoul Duke: Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow.

Raoul Duke: We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

Snatch

Brick Top: Your 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. Then when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because there's no good in leaving it in a deep freeze for your mum to discover now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You gotta starve the pigs for a few days then the sight of a chopped up body would look like curry to a pissant. You gotta shave the head of your victim and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggy's digestion. You could do this afterwards of course but you don't wanna go sifting through pig shit now do ya? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to do the job in one sitting so be weary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs two-hundred pounds in about...eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of un-cooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression: "as greedy as a pig."

Commodus: If you're very good, tomorrow night I'll tell you the story of emperor Claudius who was betrayed by those closest to him, by his own blood. They whispered in dark corners and went out late at night and conspired and conspired but the emperor Claudius knew they were up to something. He knew they were busy little bees. And one night he sat down with one of them and he looked at her and he said, "Tell me what you've been doing busy little bee or I shall strike down those dearest to you. You shall watch as I bathe in their blood." And the emperor was heartbroken. The little bee had wounded him more deeply than anyone else could ever have done. And what do you think happened then, Lucius?
Lucius Verus: I don't know, uncle.
Commodus: The little bee told him everything.
-Gladiator

And now, a quote from the best movie in the history of mankind.
I've been to the house where Mikey lived in that movie, so ten guesses as to where I live.

Good Will Hunting

Will: Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people that I never met and that I never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the schrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorroids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure, fuck it, while I'm at it, why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

Memento

Leonard: I met Sammy through work. Insurance. I was an investigator. I'd investigate the claims to see which ones were phony. I had to see through people's bullshit. It was useful experience 'cause now it's my life. When i meet someone, I don't know if I've met them before. I have to just look in their eyes and try and figure them out. My job taught me the best way to find out what someone else knew was just to let them talk and watch the eyes and the body language. If someone scratches their nose while they're talking experts tell you it means they're lying. It really means they're nervous. People get nervous for all sorts of reasons. It's all about context...yeah, I was good. Sammy was my first real challenge. I'd just became an investigator when I came across Sammy. Mr. Samuel R. Jankis. Strangest case ever. Now, the guys a 58 year-old, semi-retired accountant. He and his wife had been in this car accident. Nothing too serious. But he's acting funny. He can't get a handle! on whats going on. The doctors find some possible damage to the hippocampus. Nothing conclusive, but Sammy can't remember anything for more than a couple of minutes. Can't work, can't do shit. The medical bills pile up. His wife calls the insurance company, I get sent in. Now, this is my first big claims investigation, so i really check into it. Sammy can think just fine, but he can't make any new memories. He can only remember things for a couple of minutes. He'd watch TV, but anything longer than a copule of minutes was too confusing. He couldn't remember how it began. He liked commercials. They were short...the crazy part was that this guy who couldn't even follow the plot of Green Acres anymore, could do the most complicated things as long as he learned them before the accident, and as long as he kept his mind on what he was doing. Now the doctors assure me that there's a real condition called anterial-grade memory loss, or short term memory loss. It's rare, but legit. Everytime I see him, I catch this look, this slight look of recognition. But he says he can't remember me at all...

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas gets my vote. I love Johnny Depp.

I love that one too Amarenthe, i just couldn't remember all of it and i didn't have it written down anywhere.

Woot! It touches me everytime I hear it.

The Shawshank Redemption

Red: Get busy living or get busy dying. That's goddamn right. For the second time in my life, I'm guilty of committing a crime. Parole violation. Course, I doubt they're going to throw up any road blocks for that. Not for an old crook like me. I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel. A free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now, let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means ... I know what you think it means, sonny. To me, it's just a made-up word. A politician's word, sonny. Young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did? ... There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here. Because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then. A young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I wanna talk to him. I wanna try to talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man's all that's left. I gotta live with that. Rehabilitated? That's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because, to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.

Red: And that's how it came to pass, that on the second-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of '49 wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning, drinking icy cold Bohemia style beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison...The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous. We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, we could have been tarring the roof of one of our own houses. We were the Lords of all Creation. As for Andy, he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer...You could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the guards, or maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me, I think he did it just to feel normal again, if only for a short while.

Brooks: Dear Fellas. I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called the Brewer, and a job bagging groceries at the Food-Way. It's hard work. I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doing okay and making new friends. I have trouble sleeping at night. I have -- bad dreams, like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Food-Way, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me.

Peter Banning: "You're a--you're a complex Freudian hallucination having something to do with my mother and I don't know why you have wings, but you have very lovely legs and you're a very nice tiny person and what am I saying, I don't know who my mother was; I'm an orphan and I've never done drugs because I missed the sixties, I was an accountant."

Damn, a lot of my favorite quotes/monologues have already been used.

Braveheart: William Wallace: Ay, fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least for awhile. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!

Independence Day: President Thomas Whitmore: Mankind. That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interest. Perhaps it is fate that today is the fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom. Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution...but from annihalation. We're fighting for our right to live, to exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice that we will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!

(Both kinda corny I know, but I still get all gung ho when hearing those two monologues. Gets me pumped to kick some English and/or alien ass. :D)

From The Godfather II

"I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart. You broke my heart"


I think that when Pacino delivered that line it he did it so perfectly and magnificently that it is uneclipsed by any line by any actor ever filmed.

"But I being poor, have only my dreams, I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly because you tread on my dreams"-Equilibrium


Equilibrium is one of the worst movies ever made. It is on all fours with Battlefield Earth.

Equilibrium is one of the worst movies ever made. It is on all fours with Battlefield Earth.
You just have no sense of artistry.

Hate to be a party pooper but I do have to say this:

Mono - one
Duo - two

Logue - to speak.

Monologue. Sorry but although some of those are awesome quotes, they aren't monologues. Back to the studio

monologue

n 1: speech you make to yourself [syn: soliloquy] 2: a long utterance by one person (especially one that prevents others from participating in the conversation) 3: a (usually long) dramatic speech by a single actor

Source: WordNet ® 2.0, © 2003 Princeton University

And to think I needed to drag this from the second page. It has now surpased any thread I've ever made.

MONOlogues, people. MONOlogues. Not DIalogues. Not single lines or quips! MONOlogues!
ok, Fass, how about triathlons?

Do we have trouble understanding English today? ;)

Monologues do not involve two people.

Very kindly get stuffed. ;)

There. That's my monologue, short and to the point.

from the Reduced Shakespear Company: The Complete Works of William Shakespear - Abridged
The Othello Rap.

Here's the story of a brother by the name of Othello
He liked white women and he liked green Jell-O
And a punk named Iago who made hisself a menace
'Cos he didn't like Othello, the Moor of Venice.
Listen! Othello got married to Dez – demona
He took off for the wars and left her alone-a
It was a moan-a, a groan-a, he left her alone-a
He didn’t write a letter and he didn’t telephone-a

Dezdemona she was faithful, she was chastity tight
She was the daughter of a duke, yeah, she was totally white
And Iago loved Dezi like Adonis loved Venus
And Dezi loved Othello ‘cause he had a big…sword

Iago said “I’m gonna shaft the war, I’m a goin’ to Othello’s
And I know a tragic flaw that he’s too damn jealous
I need a dupe, a dope, a kind of a schmo”
So he got a chump sucka by the name of Cassio

And he plants one of Desdemona’s handkerchiefs
So Othello got a wonderin’ just maybe if
While he was out fightin’,
Commandin’ an army,
Are Dezi and Cas playin’ hide the salami?

Sa sa sa sa sala salami.

So he come back home, stuck a pillow in her face
He kills her and soliloquizes ‘bout his disgrace
It was his Amelia at the door who we met in Act IV
Who says “ya big dummy, she weren’t no whore
She was pure, she was clean, she was virginal too
So why’d ya hafta go an make her face turn blue?”

It’s true, it’s you, now what ya gonna do?

And Othello say, “Damn, this is getting’ pretty scary”
Pulled out his knife and committed hari-kari

Do that funky Moor thing white boy

Iago got caught he probably copped a plea
So he loaded up his bags and moved to Beverly…

…Hills, that is

Very kindly get stuffed. ;)

There. That's my monologue, short and to the point.

And in the same sense, very kindly learn English. :rolleyes:

And in the same sense, very kindly learn English. :rolleyes:

:rolleyes: Yeah, coming from the person who can't spell 'Distiller'. Ha.

Pulp Fiction one is quality but my favourite is from my favourite film: The Usual Suspects:

Suspects in a lineup are asked to read a phrase.
Cop: Number 1, step forward.
Hockney: Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.
Cop: Number 2, step forward.
McManus: Give me the fucking keys, you fucking cocksucking motherfucker, aaarrrghh!
Cop: Knock it off! Get back! Number 3, step forward.
laughing
Cop: In English, please?
Fenster: Excuse me?
Cop: In English.
Fenster: Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker, what the fuck?

Where's James Earl Jones Monologue from "Field of Dreams"?

Braveheart: William Wallace: Ay, fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least for awhile. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!

nice!

Jerry Maguire:
Wait. Okay, okay. Okay. If this is where it has to happen, then this is where it has to happen. I'm not letting you get rid of me. How about that? This used to be my specialty. You know, I was good in the living room. They'd send me in there, I'd do it alone. And now I just... I don't know. But tonight, our little project, our company, had a very big night. A very, very big night. But it wasn't complete, wasn't nearly close to being in the same vicinity as complete, because I couldn't share it with you. I couldn't hear your voice, or laugh about it with you. I missed my wife. We live in a cynical world, a cynical, cynical world, and we work in a business of tough competitors. I love you. You complete me.

Clerks:
Oh fuck you! Fuck you, pal! Jesus, there you go: trying to pass the buck! Who closed the store to play hockey? Who closed the store to go to a wake? Who tried to win back his ex-girlfriend without even discussing how he felt with his present one? You want to blame somebody? Blame yourself!
"I'm not even supposed to be here today"
You sound like an asshole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here - you're here of your own volition. You like to think the weight of the world rests on your shoulder, like this place would fall apart if Dante wasn't here. Jesus, you over-compensate for having what is basically a monkey's job. You push fucking buttons! Anybody could waltz in here and do our jobs. You - you're so obsessed with making everything seem so much more epic, so much more important than it really is. Christ, you work in a convenience store, Dante - and badly I might add. I work in a shitty video store, badly as well. You know, that guy Jay's got it right man, he has no delusions about what he does. Us - we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people who come in here to buy a paper or God forbid, cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so fucking advanced, what are we doing working here?


Kevin Smith rocks

The Thin Red Line:

Private Witt: Maybe all men got one big soul everybody's a part of, all faces are the same man.



First Sgt. Edward Welsh: Property. The whole fucking thing's about property.


Pvt. Edward P. Train: [narrating] What is this great evil? How did it steal into the world? From what seed, what root did it spring? Who's doing this? Who's killing us? Robbing us of light and life. Mocking us with the sight of what we might have known.


Sergeant Storm: It makes no difference who you are, no matter how much training you got and the tougher guy you might be. When you're at the wrong spot at the wrong time, you gonna get it.

Pvt. Edward P. Train: [narrating] War don't enoble me. It turns them into dogs... poisons the soul.


Unknown soldier: I killed a man....just about the worse thing you can do, worse than rape. Kill a man. I killed a man and there's nothing no one can do about it.