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01-11-2006, 05:43 AM | #12 (permalink) |
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In Gummo when they bring the cats in to sell to the grocery store.
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01-11-2006, 12:45 PM | #13 (permalink) |
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when i saw this thread all i thought of was monty python. therefore:
in the holy grail when they get to camelot & all the people inside are all partying & doing crazy stuff & then king arthur goes "on second thought, lets not go to camelot. tis a silly place." or something like that. that whole movie has great scenes, i cant pick just one. THE KNIGHTS WHO SAY NI!
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01-11-2006, 12:58 PM | #14 (permalink) |
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Quite obv. the custard gun fight in 'Bugsy Malone'.
I also strangely love the petal scene where Satine dies in the 'Moulin Rouge'. Oh and when 'the snowman' melts. And in '2046' when they're on the rooftop.
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01-11-2006, 01:40 PM | #15 (permalink) |
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There can only be one choice for me.....
[Withnail and I emerge unsteadily from the pub.] Withnail: Where is he. Utterly aresholed. I: We're early. [I looks accross to some tearooms] I: We want to get in there don't we. Eat some cake. Soak up the booze. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [They enter the Penryth tea-rooms. I sits down at a table and starts buttering the bread rolls on the table. Withnail, still standing, points to the table and addresses an elderly waitress, Miss Blennerhassit.] Withnail: Alright here? Miss B: No, we're closing in a minute. Withnail: We're leaving in a minute. Alright here? Miss B: What do you want? [He sits down at the table and makes a rather perfunctory examination of the menu.] Withnail:We'll have tea and cake. [An elderly man comes across to their table. He is the proprietor] P: Did you hear her? She said she'd closed. What do you want in here? Withnail: Cake and tea. what's it got to do with you? P: I happen to be the proprietor. Now, will you leave? Withnail: Ah good, I'm glad you're the proprietor. I was going to have to have a word with you anyway. We're doing a film up here, location see. We might want to do a film in here. P: You're drunk. I: Just bring out the cake. Withnail: Cake and fine wine. Miss B: If you don't leave we'll call the police. Withnail: Balls. We want the finest wines availible to humanity. We want them here and we want them now. P: The police, Miss Blennerhassit. [ I breaks off from stuffing breadrolls but hasn'tquite emptied his mouth at the start] I: Don't do that Miss Blenerhassit. I'm warning you Miss Blennerhassit, if you do - you're fired. We are multi-millionaries. we'll buy this place and fire you immediately. Withnail: Yeah, that's right, we'll buy this place and install a f*cking juke-box and liven all you stiffs up a bit. P: The police Miss Blenerhassit. Just tell them there are a couple of drunks in the Penryth tea rooms and we'd like them removed. I: We are not drunks, we are multi-millionaires. P: Come on Mabs, we'll keep them here until they arrive [She starts to dial] Withnail:You won't keep us anywhere. Miss B: Police please Withnail: We'll buy this place and have it knocked down. I: It's alright, 's alright. Our car has arrived. [He pulls back a curtain to reveal that indeed their car has arrived, in the form of Uncle Monty in the Rolls. They get up and I staggers out the door] Withnail: We're coming back in here. [He tries to lean on a convenient post but misses and staggers a bit. He points meaningfully at the various customers as he leaves, shutting his coat in the door.]
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01-11-2006, 01:47 PM | #16 (permalink) |
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And the 2nd best scene in that film....
[I goes into the kitchen which is by now full of steam and turns off the kettle. Withnail follows him around reading from a newspaper.] Withnail: Listen to this. "Curse of the superman. I took drugs to win medals said top athlete Geoff Woade." I: Where's the coffee? Withnail [reading from the paper]:"In a world exclusive interview 33 year old shot putter Geoff Woade who weight 317 pounds, admitted taking massive doses of anabolic steroids, drugs banned in sport. It used to get him bad tempered and act down said his wife. He used to pick on me. But now he's stopped his much better in our sex life and in our general life." [I pours water from the kettle into a bowl and goes back into the living room. Withnail follows him.] Withnail: My God, this huge, thatched head with its earlobes and cannonball is now considered sane. "Geoff Woade is feeling better and is now prepared to step back into society and start tossing his orb about."Look at him. Look at Geoff Woade. His head must weight fifty pounds on its own. [Withnail stands infront of a mirror and brushes his long, greasy hair with a comb. I sits on the settee and starts drinking the coffee from the bowl using a spoon.] Withnail: Imagine the size of his balls. Imagine getting into a fight with the f*cker! I: Please! I don't feel good. Withnail: That's what you'd say but that wouldn't wash with Geoff. No! He'd like a bit of pleading. Add spice to it. In fact, he'd probably tell you what he was going to do before he did it. "I'm going to pull you head off". "Oh no, please, don't pull my head off". "I'm going to pull your head off because I don't like your head!"
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01-11-2006, 09:22 PM | #18 (permalink) |
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Good Will Hunting.
All of it.
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01-11-2006, 09:54 PM | #20 (permalink) |
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Sean Smith: Beer and pussy. That's all I need.
Ronald Fisher: We gotta find ourselves a Smurfette. Sean Smith: Smurfette? Ronald Fisher: Yeah, not some tight-ass Middlesex chick, right? Like this cute little blonde that will get down and dirty with the guys. Like Smurfette does. Donnie: Smurfette doesn't ****. Ronald Fisher: That's bull****. Smurfette ****s all the other Smurfs. Why do you think Papa Smurf made her? Because all the other Smurfs were getting too horny. Sean Smith: No, no, no, not Vanity. I heard he was a homosexual. Ronald Fisher: Okay, then, you know what? She ****s them and Vanity watches. Okay? Sean Smith: What about Papa Smurf? I mean, he must get in on all the action. Ronald Fisher: Yeah, what he does, he films the gang-bang, and he beats off to the tape. Donnie: [shouts] First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, well, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those tiny, white pants. It's just so illogical, about being a Smurf, you know? I mean, what's the point of living... if you don't have a ****? Sean Smith: [pause] Dammit, Donnie. Why you gotta get all smart on us? Thats what im taking about with the smurfs
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