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"It's not the men in your life that counts, it's the life in your men."
Mae West in "I'm No Angel" |
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Are you eating it or is it eating you?
- The Stuff You always take a leak with a gun in your hand? That's a good way to blow your balls off! - Maniac Cop Hunting and killing babies doesn't seem to be my specialty. - It's Alive Jessica: I sit here and I can't believe that it happened. And yet I have to believe it. Dreams or nightmares? Madness or sanity? I don't know which is which. - Let's Scare Jessica To Death Why did you choose the Roget Clinic, Mrs. Jacquard? We tend to attract certain types - lesbians, nymphomaniacs, enema specialists..." - Patrick |
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The Royal Tenenbaums
"Eli: I wish you'd've done this for me when I was a kid. Richie: But you didn't have a drug problem then. Eli: Yeah, but it still would've meant a lot to me." |
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"So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday."
"I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough." -The Notebook "Dave, this conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye." 2001: A Space Odyssey |
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"We have no MONEY!", We have no FOOD! We have no JOB! and OUR PETS HEADS ARE FALLING OFF!"-Dumb and Dumber I love anything with Jim Carrey in it. I think he's flippin hilarious :) Yeah even as I read it now I could hear him yelping like crazy. He's brilliant. |
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Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day. About my painting.
Will: Oh Sean: Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me? Will: No Sean: You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about. Will: Why, thank you. Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston. Will: Nope Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that. If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably ah throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watched him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room... for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes... that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared s*itless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my f*ckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think that I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a **** about all that, because - You know what? I can't learn anything from you... I can't read in some f*ckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. Good Will Hunting: 1997. |
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"One morning, I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don't know."
- Animal Crackers "That's what I love about High School girls, man. I keep getting older, they stay the same age." - Dazed and Confused "I have nipples, Greg. Could you milk me?" - Meet the Parents "I live at home with my parents but it's just temporary. Till they die." - Gamers - The Movie "You eat pieces of s*** for breakfast?" - Happy Gilmore "That was a preemptive "sh!". Now I have a whole bag of "sh!" with your name on it." - Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery "We came. We saw. We kicked its a**." - Ghostbusters "Define 'irony'. A bunch of idiots dancing around on a plane, to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash." - Con-air "Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops." - Arsenic and Old Lace "Jesus Christ he's tiny! I've had bigger chunks of corn in my crap!" - Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me "Valium, Prozac, and Ritalin; the breakfast of champions." - Mean Guns |
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They were all godless here. They used to bring their women here - brazen, lolling creatures in silks and satins. They filled the house with laughter and sin, laughter and sin. And if I ever went down among them, my own father and brothers - they would tell me to go away and pray, and I prayed - and left them with their lustful red and white women.
- The Old Dark House '32 |
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Mesh-Head: If I were you, I would run.
Buddy: If you were me, you'd be good-lookin'. - Six-String Samurai |
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Girly: Nasty Nanny is no good! Chop her up for fire wood! When she's dead, boil her head, make it into gingerbread!
- Girly |
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Talking about Chevy Chase in the movie, "Memoirs of an invisible man". "He was invisible before he became invisible."
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MariahsFantasy
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Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day. About my painting. Will: Oh Sean: Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me? Will: No Sean: You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about. Will: Why, thank you. Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston. Will: Nope Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that. If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably ah throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watched him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room... for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes... that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared s*itless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my f*ckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think that I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a **** about all that, because - You know what? I can't learn anything from you... I can't read in some f*ckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. Good Will Hunting: 1997. My favorite movie! and one of my favorite scenes of cinema! So real... I also liked: "What winds your clock?" "Workin with you." "I read your book last night." "So you're the one." "You'll never have that kind of relationship in a world where you're afraid to take the first step because all you see is every negative thing 10 miles down the road." AND because I am a romantic: "You're not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you've met, she's not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other." "You'll have bad times, but it'll always wake you up to the good stuff you weren't paying attention to." |
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Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day. About my painting. Will: Oh Sean: Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me? Will: No Sean: You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about. Will: Why, thank you. Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston. Will: Nope Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that. If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably ah throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watched him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room... for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes... that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared s*itless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my f*ckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think that I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a **** about all that, because - You know what? I can't learn anything from you... I can't read in some f*ckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. Good Will Hunting: 1997. My favorite movie! and one of my favorite scenes of cinema! So real... I also liked: "What winds your clock?" "Workin with you." "I read your book last night." "So you're the one." "You'll never have that kind of relationship in a world where you're afraid to take the first step because all you see is every negative thing 10 miles down the road." AND because I am a romantic: "You're not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you've met, she's not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other." "You'll have bad times, but it'll always wake you up to the good stuff you weren't paying attention to." Yes great movie. |
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You see I don't, I don't work with any exact boundaries of the law because I wasn't consulted when the god damn laws were made. No, instead nameless, faceless politicians, the so called protectors of the moral majority decide what is right and what is wrong. I mean come on. I govern my life around my own personal code of ethics, and I suggest that you do the same. That way if, within the constructs of my own morality, I were to do something that is considered illegal, so be it. I feel no guilt whatsoever and furthermore, if I were to buckle under the social weight of the system by adhering to laws that I do not truly believe in then I would be extinguishing the very fire of patriotism and individuality. So in sense, by having sex with Natasha, I'd be preserving the rights our four fathers fought and died for, right.
Waiting. 2005, Ryan Reynolds. |
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"Anyway, like I was sayin', shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. Dey's uh, shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There's pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That- that's about it."
Forrest Gump 1994. |
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"I've never been afraid of anything in my whole life. Do you know why? Because I wish I was dead. Why do you wish that? There is nothing left to fear. I have only hatred to live for. It's my only pleasure."
- Strangeland. |
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"I've never been afraid of anything in my whole life. Do you know why? Because I wish I was dead. Why do you wish that? There is nothing left to fear. I have only hatred to live for. It's my only pleasure." - Strangeland. I freakin' love that line.. Kinda sad you remembered it before I did. :O I put like 50 up already. :X "Don't you be afraid, sweetheart. Death is just a part of life, something we are all destined to do." - Forrest Gump (Someone reminded me of this) "Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue." - Airplane "Tonight we dine in hell!" - 300 "Nobody makes me bleed my own blood. Nobody!" - Dodgeball ..and though it's not from a movie.. It inspired me, in some ways.. "People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's just bulls***. Love hurts, feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is both evil and dangerous. How can you deal with love if you're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain, but they're wrong. Pain is something to carry with you, like a radio. You feel strength in that experience of pain, it's just in how you carry it. That's what truly matters. Pain is a feeling, and your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you are ashamed or them, and hide them; you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain." ..and just cause.. "Man is made for something better than just disturbing dirt." |
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Don't pay her no mind, young fella. Eula, that's the child's name. She can't talk. Can't hear, neither. They do say she makes some right pretty sounds once you get to know her.
- Mudhoney You read the profit and loss statements like a vulture, and you play the stock market like a fox, but you store your nuts away like a squirrel. - Good Morning... and Goodbye! Lt. Frankie Reno: Why are you teaching the dogs Shakespeare? Colonel Kane: Someone's got to do it. - The Ninth Configuration |
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Legends of The Fall
=================== Tristan: Samuel, God bless you. You are good at everything you try to do. I'm sure it'll be the same with ****ing. Samuel: Tristan, really. We're talking about my future wife. Tristan: Oh, you're not gonna **** her? Samuel: No! Tristan: No? Samuel: No! I'm planning to be with her. Tristan: I recommend *****ng. |
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Hans Beckert: It's there all the time, driving me out to wander the streets, following me, silently, but I can feel it there. It's me, pursuing myself! I want to escape, to escape from myself! But it's impossible. I can't escape, I have to obey it. I have to run, run... endless streets. I want to escape, to get away! And I'm pursued by ghosts. Ghosts of mothers and of those children... they never leave me. They are always there... always, always, always!, except when I do it, when I... Then I can't remember anything. And afterwards I see those posters and read what I've done, and read, and read... did I do that? But I can't remember anything about it! But who will believe me? Who knows what it's like to be me? How I'm forced to act... how I must, must... don't want to, must! Don't want to, but must! And then a voice screams! I can't bear to hear it! I can't go on! I can't... I can't...
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