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Like I said. That whole movie was just one great quote.
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Smells like piss
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how come andrew gets to get up? if he gets up well all get up. itll be anarchy!-the breakfast club
if i could only have one food to eat for the rest of my life? thats easy. pez. cherry flavor pez. no question about it.-stand by me well good for you, marty!-primal fear there's someone on the wing. some...thing! im sorry what were you saying?-ace ventura:when nature calls look ling. those curly qs on your face make me so hot i cant think straight.-kung pow:enter the fist |
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"*uck me? *uck you! *uck you and this whole city and everyone in it. *uck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. *uck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a ****ing job! *uck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in *ucking training. Slow the *uck down! *uck 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 *icks on my Channel 35. *uck 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? *uck 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 *ucking came from! *uck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! *uck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother*uckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron *******s to jail for *ucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that $hit? Give me a *ucking break! Tyco! Inclone! Adelphia! WorldCom! *uck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst *uckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good. *uck the Benson Hurst Italians with their palmaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. *uck the Upper East Side wives with their Armani 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! *uck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defence, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the *uck on! *uck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! *uck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. *uck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, *uck 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 *uckin' Otisville, Jay! *uck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist *******s 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-fuelled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish @ss!"
Edward Norton -25th Hour- That was one long quote......
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Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Canuckistan
Posts: 1,458
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"I wish I was a video game character, then I'd never fall"
"Put a bit too much hot sauce on that one" both from Peter Olenick in X=10 (it's a ski movie, these quotes were both after he ate sh*t on a rail)
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
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Igby Goes Down
Russel: So how old are you Igby? Igby: 18 Russel and Rachel: Ahhh.... Igby: Very soon I'll be 18.. Party Sookie: So what kind of a name is Igby? Igby: A kind of name that a person named Sookie isn't in a position to question. Sookie: Oh Igby is this your brother? Igby: Yes, Oliver meet Sookie, Sookie meet Oliver. Oliver: Sookie? Sookie: Yes, Sookie. Oliver: So Sookie, are you in college? Sookie: Yeah, I'm taking a break though. Oliver: What's your major? Igby: Attitude. Sookie: Economics. I hear you're in college Oliver, what's your major? Igby: Neo-fascism. Oliver: Business. Igby: Semantics.... Harold And Kumar Harold: Dude, did Neal Patrick Harris just steal our car? Kumar: Yeah dude. Harold: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Harold: You're using my scissors that I trim my nose with to trim your pubic hairs??? Kumar: Dude I've been using these to trim my ass hairs for 6 months! |
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