Ok here's one
"Gimme back my money, give it back, wankers, WANKERS!!!"
and from a different film
"how many other genunine heroes you got lined up?"
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"look at the face, it's vacant with a hint of sadness, like a drunk who's lost a bet"
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06-12-2005 06:46 AM
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Ok here's one | |
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06-12-2005 07:45 AM
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06-12-2005 10:34 AM
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06-12-2005 10:39 AM
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06-12-2005 10:52 AM
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06-12-2005 12:52 PM
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06-12-2005 07:51 PM
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"How many geniune heros you got lined up." | |
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06-12-2005 08:58 PM
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06-12-2005 09:06 PM
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06-12-2005 09:14 PM
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06-12-2005 11:45 PM
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06-13-2005 12:50 AM
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06-13-2005 01:55 AM
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06-13-2005 02:28 AM
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06-13-2005 06:20 AM
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06-13-2005 08:19 AM
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Michael, wrong again i'm afraid, but it is a british film set a little further south. | |
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06-13-2005 08:27 AM
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Lock, Stock 'n' Two Smoking Barrels?!?!? I swear I heard that quote when it was on the other night | |
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06-13-2005 01:53 PM
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Hurrah, we have a winner, it's when they're playing that big brag game and the guy loses all his money and get evicted and starts banging on the door demanding his money back. I've probably seen it 10 times which is why it's so familiar to me i guess. | |
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06-13-2005 11:48 PM
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06-24-2005 05:27 PM
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Here's one from a movie that has already been quoted on here once. |
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06-24-2005 05:39 PM
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dickfur = spies like us | |
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06-24-2005 05:52 PM
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'Maaatt Daaamon!!' |
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06-24-2005 10:13 PM
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06-27-2005 08:39 AM
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Mine - "would you like to play some yazz flute for us?" | |
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06-27-2005 01:14 PM
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06-28-2005 12:34 AM
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"What we've got here is failure to communicate." | |
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06-28-2005 12:35 AM
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full metal jacket! bitches! | |
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06-28-2005 11:39 AM
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06-28-2005 01:20 PM
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Wow this thread is still going, i will have to post some soon. | |
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06-28-2005 03:02 PM
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that sucks, all that thinking gone to waste. i went and looked it up too so i can't redeem myself | |
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06-29-2005 03:03 PM
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07-01-2005 01:32 PM
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Yea....Coolmoe got two of 'em. I've always liked Cool Hand Luke for some reason...even though it is obviously unlikely that someone could eat 50 hard-boiled eggs and survive. | |
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07-01-2005 02:52 PM
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04-12-2006 04:46 PM
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04-12-2006 05:10 PM
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crap, i meant Maltese Falcon. right? | |
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04-12-2006 05:39 PM
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04-12-2006 05:48 PM
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LeFou Casablanca is correct I believe | |
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04-13-2006 03:19 PM
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Ghostbusters is correct... I almost went for "Yes it's true - this man has no dick" but I thought it was a bit obvious. | |
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04-14-2006 10:32 AM
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04-14-2006 10:40 AM
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04-14-2006 11:23 AM
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04-14-2006 12:13 PM
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Fun Post, try this: | |
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04-14-2006 01:23 PM
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I am sooooo glad someone brought this thread back to life!!! | |
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04-14-2006 07:50 PM
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"xxxxxx: A construction job of that magnitude would require a helluva lot more manpower than the Imperial army had to offer. I'll bet there were independent contractors working on that thing: plumbers, aluminum siders, roofers." | |
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04-14-2006 07:53 PM
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04-15-2006 08:33 AM
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04-15-2006 02:41 PM
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04-16-2006 03:14 PM
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I didn't surrender, but they took my horse and made him surrender. They have him pulling a wagon up in Kansas I bet. | |
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04-17-2006 04:18 PM
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04-17-2006 04:50 PM
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04-17-2006 05:00 PM
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04-17-2006 05:07 PM
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04-17-2006 05:08 PM
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04-17-2006 07:19 PM
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All 3 of those are from Josey Wales, right Rabiddog?? | |
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04-17-2006 07:26 PM
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04-17-2006 08:55 PM
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My turn! | |
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04-17-2006 09:06 PM
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04-18-2006 01:09 AM
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Badges? We don't need no stinking badges! | |
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04-18-2006 01:13 AM
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Why, Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave | |
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04-18-2006 01:24 AM
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04-18-2006 03:57 PM
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04-18-2006 04:03 PM
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12-15-2006 04:01 PM
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12-15-2006 06:30 PM
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Wewease Bwian! | |
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12-15-2006 06:58 PM
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12-15-2006 07:18 PM
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I can't believe this shit! I can't believe this! Did you get a free toaster with this too? | |
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12-15-2006 07:37 PM
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Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the 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, 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 Gekko 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! 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, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, 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 Hermes 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 five 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, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, 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-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, 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 sodas, selling whisky to firemen, 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 fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. | |
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12-16-2006 12:42 PM
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12-16-2006 01:01 PM
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Do I have an original thought in my head? My bald head. Maybe if I were happier my hair wouldn't be falling out. | |
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12-16-2006 06:53 PM
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Adaptation, of course. Read Molinero's original post to get a better idea of how to play | |
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12-16-2006 10:18 PM
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Warpe, that's the one with Ed Norton. 25th hour I think? or 24th or something like that. Not gonna google it. | |
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12-16-2006 10:28 PM
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correct Red, and that's a sick fucking scene. | |
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12-16-2006 10:32 PM
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Great quote from an awesome movie: | |
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12-16-2006 11:54 PM
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Spenda that's from training day right? | |
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