BEST MOVIE SCENES (with direct quotes from film)

[JoBlo]

I love watching the BEST SCENES from classic movies every now and then, and figured that this might be an ideal topic to transcribe here.

Please add your favorite movie scenes below by either visiting the Internet Movie Database http://us.imdb.com/ finding your favorite movie and checking if they've transcribed some of your favorite scenes w/quotes or any other site which may have them

OR

Play the scene on your own VCR/DVD and transcribe it here.

I think this might be really fun to relive...

I'll start...

[JoBlo]

TRUE ROMANCE (1993)

Clifford Worley: Dennis Hopper
Vincenzo Coccotti: Christopher Walken

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Clifford Worley: I haven't seen Clarence.

Vincenzo Coccotti: You see that? [Holding a clenched fist, then striking Clifford.] That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose. Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again. We talked to your neighbors. They saw a Cadillac. Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, you seen your son?

LATER ON THAT SCENE......

Clifford Worley: Who are you?

Vincenzo Coccotti: The Anti-Christ. You get me in a vendetta kind of mood, you tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti.

LATER ON THAT SCENE......

Vincenzo Coccotti: Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothing but you're telling me everything.

LATER ON THAT SCENE......

Clifford Worley: You're Sicilian, ha?

Vincenzo Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.

Clifford Worley: Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things... about history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by niggers.

Vincenzo Coccotti: Come again?

Clifford Worley: It's a fact. See, Sicilians have black blood pumpin' through their hearts. If you don't believe me you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, you see, the Moors conquered Sicily. And the Moors are niggers.

Vincenzo Coccotti: Yes...

Clifford Worley: So you see, way back then, Sicilians were like wops from northern Italy. They all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin' with Sicilian women that they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene. Now this...

Vincenzo Coccotti: [laughs]

Clifford Worley: No, I'm quoting... history. It's written, it's a fact, it's written.

Vincenzo Coccotti: [laughs] I love this guy.

Clifford Worley: Your ancestors are niggers. Yeah, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fucked a nigger, yeah, and she had a half nigger kid... Now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? Cause you, you're part eggplant.

[JoBlo]

GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS (1992)

Blake: Alec Baldwin
Moss: Ed Harris
Levene: Jack Lemmon

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Great scene...here are some of the best lines:

Moss: We don't gotta sit here and listen to this.

Blake: You sure don't pal, 'cause the good news is - you're fired!

MORE......

Blake: We're adding a little something to this month's sales contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anybody want to see second prize? [Holds up prize.] Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired.

MORE......

Blake: These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. To you, these are gold; you do not get these. Because to give them to you would be throwing them away.

MORE......

Blake: Your name is "your wanting," and you can't play the man's game, you can't close them, and then tell your wife your troubles. 'Cause only one thing counts in this world: get them to sign on the line which is dotted. Got that, you fuckin' faggots?

MORE......

Blake: A-B-C. A-Always, B-Be, C-Closing. Always be closing, always be closing.

MORE......

Blake: You see this watch? You see this watch?

Moss: Yeah.

Blake: That watch costs more than you car. I made $970,000 last year. How much you make? You see pal, that's who I am, and you're nothing. Nice guy, I don't give a shit. Good father, fuck you! Go home and play with your kids! You wanna work here, close! You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cocksucker? You can't take this, how can you take the abuse you get on a sit?

MORE......

Blake: You got leads. Mitch & Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them. You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close shit, *you are* shit, hit the bricks pal, and beat it, 'cause you are going *out*.

Levene: The leads are weak.

Blake: "The leads are weak." The fucking leads are weak? You're weak. I've been in this business fifteen years...

Moss: What's your name?

Blake: Fuck you! That's my name! [Moss laughs]

Blake: You know why, mister? 'Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an eighty thousand dollar BMW. *That's* my name.

[QUENTIN]

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PULP FICTION (1994)

Jules Winnfield: Samuel L. Jackson
Brett: Frank Whaley

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Brett: I swear we cam into this with the best of intentions

:Jules shoots the man on the couch without blinking:
:Brett is startled by the gunshot and jumps:

Jules: Oh, I'm sorry.Dd I break your concentration?

Later on...

Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
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 trying 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.

Later still...

Jules: You read the Bible Brett?
Brett: yeah, yes
Jules: See I got this passage memorized, kinda fits this situation. Ezekial 25:17: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities 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 thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.


Different scene...

Jules Winnfield: Samule L. Jackson
Vincent Vega: John Travolta


Vincent Vega: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent Vega: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent Vega: They call it a "Royale" with cheese.
Jules: A "Royale" with cheese! What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent Vega: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "le Big-Mac".
Jules: "Le Big-Mac"! Ha ha ha ha! What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent Vega: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.


And yet another scene...


Jules: Whoa... whoa... whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent: Not the same thing, the same ballpark.
Jules: It ain't no ballpark either. Look maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but touchin' his lady's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her holyiest of holies, ain't the same ballpark, ain't the same league, ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't mean shit.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: Don't be tellin' me about foot massages - I'm the foot fuckin' master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down man, I don't tickle or nothin'.
Vincent: Have you ever given a guy a foot massage?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: How many?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: Would you give me a foot massage? I'm kinda tired.
Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' pissed.


And another scene still (Pulp Fiction is my favorite fim)...

Captain Koons: Christopher Walken


Captain Koons: The Way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece 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


And the last scene on here (I promise)

Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfuckers. Pig sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense to disregard its own feces.
Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eat their own feces.
Jules: I don't eat dog either.
Vincent: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, it'd cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules: Well we gotta be talkin' about one charmin' motherfuckin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?

also the aftermath of the rape scene, but I couldn't find it and didn't feel like watching and typing it all but particularily the line "I'm gonna call a couple of hard pipe-hittin' n***** to go to work on the holmes here with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch. You here me talking hillbilly boy? I'm gonna get medievil on your ass."

[DaN]

When Harry Met Sally (1989)

Harry Burns: Billy Cristal
Meg Ryan: Sally Albright

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Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.

Sally Albright: Why not?

Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is
that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.

Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.

Harry Burns: No you don't.

Sally Albright: Yes I do.

Harry Burns: No you don't.

Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.

Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?

Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.

Sally Albright: They do not!

Harry Burns: Do too.

Sally Albright: They do not.

Harry Burns: Do too.

Sally Albright: How do you know?

Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He
always wants to have sex with her.

Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds
unattractive?

Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.

Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?

Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is
ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.

Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.

Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

[DaN]

A Clockwork Orange (1971)

Malcom McDowell: Alex

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Alex: Well, well, well! Well if it isn't fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any jarble, ya eunuch jelly thou!


The infamous scene where the doctors are showing Alex the movies along with the music that Alex loves. This is where he loses it:

Alex:
It was the next day, Brothers, and I had truly done my best morning and afternoon
to play it their way and sit like a horrorshow cooperative malchick in the chair
of torture while they flashed nasty bits of Ultra-Violence on the screen. Though not on
the soundtrack , my Brothers, the only sound being music. Then I noticed in my pain
and sickness what music it was that like cracked and boomed. It was Ludwig Van's.
Ninth Symphony, fourth movement.
Ahhggggg! No. No. Stop it. Stop it. Please I beg of you. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's
a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin. It's a sin.

Dr. Brodsky:
Son, what's all this about sin?

Alex:
That. Using Ludwig Van like that. He's done no harm to anyone. Beethoven just
wrote music.

Dr. Brannon:
Are you referring to the background score?

Alex:
Yes.

Dr. Brannon:
You've heard Beethoven before/

Alex:
Yes.

Dr. Brodsky:
So, you're keen on music.

Alex:
Yes.

Dr. Brodsky:
Can't be helped. Here's the punishment element perhaps. The Governor ought to
be pleased.
I'm sorry Alex. This is for your own good. You'll have to bare with us for a while.


Alex:
But it's not fair, It's not fair that I should feel ill when I hear lovely,
lovely, lovely, Ludwig Van .

Dr. Brodsky:
You must take your chance boy. The choice has been all yours.

Alex:
You needn't take it any further sir. You've proved to me that all the
Ultra-Violence and killing is wrong and terribly wrong. I've learned my
lesson, sir. I see now what I've never seen before. I'm cured. Praise God

Dr. Brodsky:
Your not cured yet boy.

Alex:
But sirs, misses, I see that it's wrong. It's wrong because it's like against society.
It's wrong because everybody has the right to live and be happy without being tolchoked
and knifed.

Dr. Brodsky:
No, no, boy. You really must leave it to us. Now be cheerful about it. In less
than a fortnight now, you'll be a free man.

[QUENTIN]

RAGING BULL (1980)

Jake LaMotta: Robert DeNiro

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Jake La Motta: I remember those cheers they still ring in my ears, and for years they'll remain in my thoughts. 'Cause one night I took off my robe and what'd I do, I forgot to wear shorts. I recall every fall, every hook, every jab, the worst way a guy could get rid of his flab. As you know, my life was a jab... Though I'd rather hear you cheer when I delve into Shakespeare. A Horse, a Horse, my Kingdom for a Horse, I haven't had a winner in six months. I know I'm no Olivier, but if he fought Sugar Ray, he would say that the thing ain't the ring it's the play. So gimme a stage where this bull here can rage. And though I can fight I'd much rather recite That's entertainment. That's entertainment.


Possibly the greatest single line of all time, "That's Entertainment".

[retardinAz]

THE USUAL SUSPECTS (1995)

Hockney: Kevin Pollak
McManus: Stephen Baldwin
Fenster: Benicio Del Toro

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[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.
Fenster: [laughing] Hand me the keys, you cocksucker!
Cop: In English, please?
Fenster: Excuse me?
Cop: In English.
Fenster: Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker, what the fuck?


[During interrogation]
Cop: I can put you in Queens on the night of the hijacking.
Hockney: Really? I live in Queens, did you put that together yourself, Einstein? Got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this?

Fenster: He'll flip ya. He'll flip ya for real.

Verbal Kint: Keaton once said, "I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of him." Well I believe in God, and the only thing that scares me is Keyser Soze.

Verbal Kint: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.

Verbal Kint: How do you shoot the devil in the back? What if you miss?

[Counting victims as he snipes at them.]
McManus: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... Oswald was a fag.

Fred Fenster: So who the goddamned piss-hell stole the fuckin' truck?