SATCHMO

"What now? Let me tell ya' tell you what now. Ima' call a couple a hard pipe-hittin' ni**ers who'll go to work on homes here with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch. You hear me talkin' hillybilly boy? I aint finished with you by a damn sight. Ima' get medeival on yo' ass" - Pulp Fiction

adidasss

been there done that...

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punk-4-life

silent but deadly BLADE TRINITY

ashatteredhope

this is going to sound really corny, but in the Incredibles when Dash and Violet are in the water dash says
"we're dead, we're dead, we survived, but we're dead."

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i would like to say good bye and thanks for the music love you have shown me.

adidasss

TEAM AMERICA - WORLD POLICE.....legendary...

Gary Johnston: We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an asshole. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes: assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they fuck too much or fuck when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of shit that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from ass holes. I don't know much about this crazy crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us fuck this asshole, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shit!

Spottswoode: Remember, there is no "I" in "Team America".
Intelligence: [pause] Yes there is.

Gary Johnston: A flying limo? Now I've seen everything.
Spottswoode: Really? Have you ever seen a man eat his own head?
Gary Johnston: No.
Spottswoode: So you HAVEN'T seen everything.

Kim Jong Il: It will be 911 times 2356.
Chris: My god, that's... I don't even know what that is!
Kim Jong Il: Nobody does!

song: ["End of an Act"] I miss you more than Michael Bay missed the mark, When he made Pearl Harbor. / I miss you more than that movie missed the point, And that's an awful lot, girl. / And now, now you've gone away, And all I'm trying to say, is: Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you. / I need you like Ben Affleck needs acting school, He was terrible in that film. / I need you like Cuba Gooding needed a bigger part, He's way better than Ben Affleck. / And now, all I can think about is your smile, and that shitty movie, too! Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you. / Why does Michael Bay get to keep on making movies? / I guess Pearl Harbor sucked, just a little bit more than I miss you.


Kim Jong Il: And now da destwuction of de worurd is inedidable
Lisa: It's what?
Kim Jong Il: Ine - ine - inedidable.
Lisa: One more time...
Kim Jong Il: I said, da destwuction of da worurd is inedible. God damn, open your fuckin' eaws, girw!

Kim Jong Il: Hans Brix? Oh no! Oh, herro. Great to see you again, Hans!
Hans Blix: Mr. Il, I was supposed to be allowed to inspect your palace today, but your guards won't let me enter certain areas.
Kim Jong Il: Hans, Hans, Hans! We've been frew this a dozen times. I don't have any weapons of mass destwuction, OK Hans?
Hans Blix: Then let me look around, so I can ease the UN's collective mind. I'm sorry, but the UN must be firm with you. Let me in, or else.
Kim Jong Il: Or else what?
Hans Blix: Or else we will be very angry with you... and we will write you a letter, telling you how angry we are.

Spottswoode: Gary, this is a dangerous mission. If you happen to get captured, suicide may be the more humane option. Here take this.
[hands Gary a hammer]

Sarah: INTELLIGENCE is down! Repeat, we have lost our INTELLIGENCE!

Chris: What does Spottswoode see in him?
Lisa: I don't know. But I think I see it too.

Sean Penn: Last year I went to Iraq. Before Team America showed up, it was a happy place. They had flowering meadows and rainbow skies, and rivers made of chocolate, where the children danced and laughed and played with gumdrop smiles.

and ofcourse my sig...

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Fenixpunk

Anchorman - I'm gonna punch you in the ovary, that's what I'm gonna do. A straight shot. Right to the babymaker.

Airplane! -
First Jive Dude: **** man, that honky mus' be messin' my old lady... got to be runnin' cold upside down his head. You know?
Second Jive Dude: Hey home, I can dig it. You know he ain't gonna lay no mo' big rap up on you man.
First Jive Dude: I say hey sky, s'other s'ay I wan say?
Second Jive Dude: UH...
First Jive Dude: Pray to J I get the same ol' same ol'.
Second Jive Dude: Eh. Yo knock yourself a pro slick, gray matter live performas down now take TCB'in man.
First Jive Dude: Hey, you know what they say... See a broad, to get that booty yak 'em.
First Jive Dude, Second Jive Dude: Leg 'er down 'n smack 'em yak 'em
First Jive Dude: Cold got to be. You know? Shiiiiit.

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blade trinity
mother fucker i like that
blade ready to die mother fucker?

holdyoualways

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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SEVRINLEADER

"*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......

jibber

"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.

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