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#1121
06-13-2003, 04:12 AM
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how bout this one, (last one i swear. )
WILL (cont'd) Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So 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 I never had a problem with get killed. (rapid fire) 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 got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy 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 my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there 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 to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute, little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally 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 seven and sevens and 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 my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive so he's got to walk to the job interviews which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. 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. A beat. WILL (cont'd) So what'd I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure I'll eliminate the middle man. 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? Christ, I could be elected President. 
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#1122
06-13-2003, 05:06 AM
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Not all of these are from just film
A true friend stabs you in the front-Oscar Wilde There is no such thing as a mistake there is what you do and what you don't do[don't remember where this comes from] Life goes by so fast that if you don't look you might just miss it -Matthew Brodrick in Ferris Bueller's Day Off Fortune knocks but once,but misfortune has much more patience Dr.Laurence J. Peter Were gonna need a bigger boat-Roy Scheider in JAWS We all go a little crazy sometimes-Anthony Perkins in Psycho You could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I would apologize for bleeding on your shirt-You're So Last Summer by Taking Back Sunday Give me some sugar baby-Bruce Campbell in Army of Darkness You got to ask yourself do you feel lucky,well do ya punk! Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry
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#1123
06-13-2003, 07:51 AM
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I just wanna feel
Real love fill the home that I live in I got too much love Running thru my veins To go to waste I just wanna feel Real love and the love ever after There's a hole in my soul You can see it in my face It's a real big place Feel - Robbie Williams
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#1124
06-13-2003, 08:08 AM
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Some non-movie quotes today (all by Bette Davis):
"I wanted to be the first to win three Oscars, but Miss Hepburn has done it. Actually it hasn't been done. Miss Hepburn only won half an Oscar. If they'd given me half an Oscar I would have thrown it back in their faces. You see, I'm an Aries. I never lose." "Why am I so good at playing bitches? I think it's because I'm not a bitch. Maybe that's why Miss Crawford always plays ladies." "The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" And my personal favorite: "I will never be below the title."
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#1126
06-13-2003, 02:04 PM
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Quote:
 Here's my personal quote of the day, fitting my mood: "This is a fuck!" -- Samir (Ajay Naidu), OFFICE SPACE
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#1128
06-13-2003, 03:00 PM
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"A man is like a piece of cheese..."
Lloyd Bridges, Mafia!
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#1129
06-13-2003, 03:21 PM
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"I think a plan is just a list of things that don't happen."
-Way of The Gun
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#1131
06-13-2003, 05:30 PM
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I'm melting! I'm melting! Oh, what a world, what a world!
The Wizard of Oz Considering that today in Murcia we have reached 42ş C, I think that's a pretty good quote to describe my day. Damn, I felt like if my brain was becoming liquid, and if i shook my head, it would be spreaded all over the floor thru my ears! 
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#1132
06-14-2003, 04:55 AM
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Adaptation:
John Laroche: Darling, I don't know what's come over you. Susan Orlean: You came all over me. John Laroche: My goodness! Last edited by flowrchild; 06-14-2003 at 05:07 AM..
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#1133
06-14-2003, 05:06 AM
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PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE:
Barry Egan: You are so beautiful. I love you so much I want to smash your face in with a sledgehammer. Lena Leonard: I love you so much I wanna scoop your eyeballs out of their sockets and chew and suck on them. Barry Egan: This is funny. This is nice.
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#1134
06-14-2003, 10:46 AM
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Now, Your Honor, We're Actually Questioning How Blind This Man Really Is. We have reason to believe he is'nt at all. (Throws a tennis ball and hits guy in the face) All right, he's blind
Anger Management
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#1135
06-14-2003, 11:16 AM
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"So I had no great beginnings in legitimate theater, but what the hell had she become if not a movie star? With all her little gestures with the cigarette, the clipped speech, the big eyes, the deadpan? I was just as much an actress as she was, even though I wasn't trained for the stage." - Joan Crawford When asked to take over Crawford's role in "Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte", Vivien Leigh said : "No thank you. I can just about stand looking at Joan Crawford's face at six o'clock in the morning, but not Bette Davis." And the best one: On the set of "Baby Jane" Joan was asked about the differences between herself and Bette Davis, Joan said: "Bette likes to rant and rave. I just sit and knit. She yelled and I knitted a scarf from Hollywood to Malibu."
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#1136
06-14-2003, 11:17 AM
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#1137
06-14-2003, 01:33 PM
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"Whatever happened to class?"
-- Velma (Catherine Zeta-Jones) and Mama Morton (Queen Latifah), CHICAGO Just my main thought today. Whatever happened to class...?
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#1138
06-14-2003, 01:47 PM
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#1140
06-14-2003, 08:07 PM
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Quote:
 My quote: "The simple act of loving you has been enough." Okay, not a film quote, it's from ... *mumble*Dawson's Creek*mumble* SO SHOOT ME!!! Okay?! I loved the show ... and that quote ... *becomes weepy* It's just ... It's just so damn beautiful!!! lol
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#1141
06-15-2003, 04:30 AM
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Hello, I am Andy, and I would like to thank you for coming to my movie.I wish it was better, you know, but it's so stupid. It's terrible. I do not even like it. All of the most important things in my life are changed around and mixed up, um, for dramatic purposes, so I decided to cut out all of the baloney. Now the movie is much shorter. In fact, this is the end of the movie. I am not fooling. Goodbye. Go.
Man on the Moon
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#1142
06-15-2003, 12:56 PM
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Mom: I work part time at the Church, how much does he owe you? (takes out checkbook)
Tom Hanks: You son owes use 1.3 million dollars. ~Catch me if You Can Eve: I think I swallowed a filling. ~Serendipity Worker: Ut oh, a nun is down! ~Behind the scenes of Serendipity
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#1143
06-15-2003, 01:46 PM
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You know, at one time, I used to break into pet shops to liberate the canaries. But I decided that was an idea way before its time. Zoos are full, prisons are overflowing... oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage.
---Harold and Maude
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#1146
06-15-2003, 10:56 PM
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"Joey, have you ever seen a grown man naked?"
-Captain Roger, AIRPLANE!
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#1147
06-16-2003, 03:52 AM
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Matt Damon: Just take it from "It's a good course."
Ben Affleck: Oh, now you're the director. Matt Damon: Hey shove it, Bounce-boy. Let's remember who talked who into doing this shit in the first place. Talking me into Dogma was one thing, but this... Ben Affleck: I'm sorry this is taking you away from whatever-gay-killers-on-horses-who-like-to-play-golf-touchy-feely-flick you're supposed to be doing this week. Matt Damon: Oh, I'm touchy-feely? I take it you never saw Forces of Nature? Ben Affleck: You're like a child. What've I been telling you? First, you've gotta do the safe picture. Then you do it for art. And then sometimes you gotta do the payback picture because your friend says you owe him. [They both take a beat and look at the camera] Ben Affleck: And sometimes, you go back to the well. Matt Damon: And sometimes, you do Reindeer Games. Ben Affleck: Now that's just mean. Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back
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#1148
06-16-2003, 01:42 PM
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"I pulled my groin this morning...felt so good I pulled it again."
-- Mayor Winston (Barry Bostwick), SPIN CITY Ok, it's a TV show, but hey...everyone's got his joker.
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#1149
06-16-2003, 02:00 PM
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Ricky Roma: How was her coffeecake?
Shelley Levene: Hmm? Oh... storebought. Ricky Roma: Fuck her. Glengary Glen Ross
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#1150
06-16-2003, 07:07 PM
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"You don't need a million dollars to do nothin', man. Just take a look at my cousin. He's broke, don't do shit."
-- Lawrence, Office Space
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#1151
06-17-2003, 01:20 PM
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If pictures have anything to say, it's this: I was here, I existed. I was young and happy and someone cared enough about me to take my picture.
One Hour Photo
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#1153
06-17-2003, 03:45 PM
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Not from a movie, but it basically sums up how I feel...
When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs Prima Donna lord you really should have been there Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore We've all gone crazy lately My friends out there rolling round the basement floor And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear You nearly had me roped and tied Altar-bound, hypnotized Sweet freedom whispered in my ear You're a butterfly And butterflies are free to fly Fly away, high away, bye bye I never realized the passing hours of evening showers A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams I'm strangled by your haunted social scene Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen It's four o'clock in the morning Damn it listen to me good I'm sleeping with myself tonight Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river Clinging to your stocks and bonds Paying your H.P. demands forever They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight Someone saved my life tonight So save your strength and run the field you play alone
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#1154
06-17-2003, 04:06 PM
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Erin: I wouldn't think one of you cunts could open the door for me?!
Erin: Look, I know you are my boss and all, but you are the worse fucking driver I have ever saw, now pull over, or I quite! ~deleted scenes from Erin Brockovich
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#1155
06-18-2003, 01:25 PM
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Anything? Well, uh I guess I, deep down, am feeling a little confused. I mean, suddenly, you get married, and you're supposed to be this entirely different guy. I don't feel different. I mean, take yesterday for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for dinner, which was lovely. And uh, I happen to look over at a certain point during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Uh, odds are they are probably basic white, cotton, underpants. But I sort of think well maybe they're silk panties, maybe it's a thong. Maybe it's something really cool that I don't even know about. You know, and uh, and I started feeling.....what? what I thought we were in the trust tree in the nest, were we not?
- Frank (Old School)
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#1156
06-18-2003, 04:43 PM
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*takes deep breath*
Heh, fuck you too. Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean winshield of my car, Get a fuckin job. Fuck the *Seeks* and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out of their pores, stinkin' 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, jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35! Fuck the Korean Grocers with their pyramids of over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic, ten years in the country still ‘no speaka English.’ Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and scheming, go back where you fucking came from. Fuck the black Haddam in Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff, selling South African Apartite Diamonds. Fuck the Wall Street Brokers, self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers 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, Inclone, Adelphia, Worldcom. Fuck the Puerto Ricans, twenty to a car swelling up the welfare, world's worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dumb-inicans, cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good *wink*. Fuck the Benson Hearst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warmup suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging like Jason Giambi, Louisville Slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for The Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their hand made scarves, and their fifty dollar Gucci artichokes. Over-fed faces, getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny, You're not foolin' anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the Uptown Brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take 5 steps on every layup to the hoop, and then they wanna 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 the 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 while delivering us to evil, and while you're at it, Fuck J.C. He got off easy, a day on the cross, a weekend in Hell, and all the halleluias of the leigoned angels for eternity. Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J. Fuck Osama bin Laden, Al Quaeda, 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 72 whores, roasting in a Jet-Fueled fire in hell. You towel-headed Camel Jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining, malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Rivera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fuckin' bitch. Fuck my father, with his endless greed, standing behind that bar, sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen, and cheering the Bronx Bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the rowhouses in Astoria to the Penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenaments in Alphabet City to the brownstones in park to the split-levels on Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage, let it burn to fuckin ash, and let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat infested place. No.....No, Fuck you Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and you threw it away, you dumb fuck! 25th Hour
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#1157
06-18-2003, 07:27 PM
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"Pardon me if I ask you to kiss my pucker."
-- Verbal Kint
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#1158
06-19-2003, 07:25 AM
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I can do everything...anything...except the one thing I want the most.
The Hours
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