From Latter Days "You are like a walking, talking marshmallow peep!"

From 'Benny and Joon': 'You're out of your tree'...'It's not my tree'. Some reason that has always give me a chuckle.

'Stupid is as stupid does' from Forrest Gump.

I'm sure there are more, both American and other. Just tired tonight.

Leosha

The Magnificent Seven


Vin: Reminds me of that fellow back home that fell off a ten story building.
Chris: What about him?
Vin: Well, as he was falling people on each floor kept hearing him say, "So far, so good." Tch... So far, so good!

And History of the World Part1

Dole Office Clerk: Occupation?
Comicus: Stand up philosopher.
Dole Office Clerk: What?
Comicus: Stand up philosopher. I coalesce the vapors of human existence into a viable and meaningful comprehension.
Dole Office Clerk: Oh, a BULLSHIT artist!

Roman Senator: All fellow members of the Roman senate hear me. Shall we continue to build palace after palace for the rich? Or shall we aspire to a more noble purpose and build decent housing for the poor? How does the senate vote?
Entire Senate: FUCK THE POOR!

Dole Office Clerk: [to a gladiator] Now listen this is your last week of unemployment insurance, either you kill somebody next week or we're going to have to change your status.


The Movie Withnail & I

• We want the finest wines available to humanity, we want them here, and we want them now.

• Look at that. "Accident Blackspot"? These aren't accidents. They're throwing themselves into the road gladly. Throwing themselves into the road to escape all this hideousness.

• This place has become impossible. Nothing to eat, freezing cold and now a madman on the prowl outside with eels.

• I don't advise a haircut, man. All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hairs are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos, and transmit them directly into the brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight.

And Harold and Maude


Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oooh, but they're *not*. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All *kinds* of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are *this*,
[she points to a daisy]
Maude: yet allow themselves be treated as *that*
[she gestures to a field of daisies]


Harold: You sure have a way with people.
Maude: Well, they're my species!


Harold: Maude.
Maude: Hmm?
Harold: Do you pray?
Maude: Pray? No. I communicate.
Harold: With God?
Maude: With *life*.


Harold: You hop in any car you want and just drive off?
Maude: Well, not any car - I like to keep a variety. I'm always looking for the new experience.
Harold: [smiling] Maybe.
[sobering]
Harold: Nevertheless, I think you're upsetting people. I don't know if that's right.
Maude: Well, if some people get upset because they feel they have a hold on some things, I'm merely acting as a gentle reminder: here today, gone tomorrow, so don't get attached to things.


that is enough for today.

Jonathan

The Italian Job!

John Bridger: How are you?
Charlie Croker: [shrugging] I'm fine.
John Bridger: Fine? You know what "fine" stands for, don't you?
Charlie Croker: Unfortnately, yeah.
John Bridger: Freaked out...
Charlie Croker: Insecure...
John Bridger: Neurotic...
Charlie Croker: And Emotional.
John Bridger: You see those pillars over there?
Charlie Croker: [looks behind him and sees the pillars] What about them?
John Bridger: That's where they used to string up thieves who felt fine.
Charlie Croker: After you.

Lyle isn't answering Charlie's calls]
Handsome Rob: He only answers to "The Napster" now, Charlie
Charlie Croker: Oh, no. I am not calling you The Napster.
Lyle: Why not? You call him Left Ear.
Left Ear: Well, I am.
Lyle: And him Handsome Rob.
Charlie Croker: Well, that's because he is Handsome Rob!

introducing Stella to his partners]
Charlie Croker: That's Lyle. He's my computer genius. You know he's who really invented Napster? At least that's how Lyle tells it. Said Shawn Fanning was his roommate in college and stole his idea. I think it's his first time riding that bike, though.
Lyle: Hey.
[Lyle falls over]
Charlie Croker: You okay?
Lyle: Yeah.
[a car drives up]
Charlie Croker: That's Left Ear. Demolition and explosives. When he was ten, he put one too many M-80s in the toilet bowl... lost the hearing in his right ear. He's been blowing stuff up ever since.
[a car zooms in from behind Charlie and Stella]
Charlie Croker: Handsome Rob. Premier wheel man. Once drove all the way from Los Angeles just so he could set the record for longest freeway chase. You know he got 110 love letters sent to his jail cell from women who saw him on the news?


Lyle: And then he's just the media darling... He's on the cover of all the magazines, I should of been on the cover of wired magazine. you know what he said? he said he named it Napster because it was his nickname because of the nappy hair under the hat. But he, It's because I was NAPPING when he STOLE it from me. He didn't even graduate.
Handsome Rob: I think it's time to move on, don't you? They shut him down, I wish they would do the same to you.

Left Ear: This dude got dogs. I don't do dogs... I had a real bad experience, man.
Charlie Croker: What happened?
Left Ear: I had. A bad. Experience. Damn it. I'M deaf.

Lyle: [after realizing how much money they have stolen] Woo. Yeah.
[pauses]
Lyle: I got the Holy Spirit... get on it... it's a good train.

[Lyle is impersonating Handsome Rob and the cable girl]
Lyle: [as Handsome Rob] 'Ello, I'm Handsome Rob, what's your name?
Lyle: [as girl] My name's Becky. Buts its uh, written on my shirt.
Lyle: [as Handsome Rob] Look, I'm gonna need your shirt and your truck.
Lyle: [as girl] Okay. Would you like my virginity as well?
Lyle: [as Handsome Rob] If it's on the menu.
Lyle: [as Handsome Rob] You're not too bright are you?
Lyle: [as girl] No.
Lyle: [as Handsome Rob] Perfect.

Lyle: [seeing the name "Becky" on the cable-girl's uniform; specifically on her left breast] Becky, huh? Wonder what she calls the other one...
Handsome Rob: And it's such a mystery why you don't have a girlfriend, Lyle.

Lyle: You want all greens? 'Cause, ah, 'cause you got 'em.
[chuckles]
Charlie Croker: What have you got?
Lyle: Welcome to L.A.'s Automated Traffic Surveillance and Control Operations Center. See, they use video feeds from intersections and specifically designed algorithms to predict traffic conditions, and thereby control traffic lights. So all I did was come up with my own... kick ass algorithm to sneak in, and now we own the place.
Charlie Croker: You want to do a dry run?
Lyle: [singsong] I thought you'd never ask.

Left Ear: We're in Italy, speak English.

"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
For he that sheds is blood with me today
Shall be my brother ! "

Kenneth Branagh (my mentor ) as Henry V in the film of the same title that changed my life forever ! Sorry about the uncertain spelling though !

"I love you just the way you are !"
Darcy/Colin Firth in Bridget Jones Diary (pfff I would just love to hear that from a man some day !)

"Nobody puts baby in a corner"
ok I know I know it's a classic ! Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing of course ! Got refreshed in an add for cell phones, with Patrick Swayze himself in it ! Hysterical !

"We didn't find him ! He found us"
Clark Kent's parents in Smallville

"You are not exactly from around here" Mr Kent to his son Clark in Smallville

(yes I am not ashamed to admit I am a fan of Smallville )
:rolleyes: :p

A couple more.....

Jules: Sumbitch throws the n***** out a ten story window through a f***ing glass roof, f***ing up the way he talks. M********** does that to me, better kill my ass.

Vincent: Don't you think he was a little foolish, giving boss man's wife a foot massage?

Jules: A foot massage is nothing. Shit, I give my mother foot massages!

Vincent: So you do foot massages?

Jules: I'm the foot massage master! I don't tickle or nothing.

Vincent: Done a lot of them?

Jules: Yeah.

Vincent (pausing, staring straight at Jules): Ever given a man a foot massage?

Jules (pauses): F**k you!

From Pulp Fiction


Jules (On the phone): This ain't what I need to hear, man. I need to hear "ain't no problem, Jules. I'm on the m***********. Tell those n****** to chill out and wait for the calvary, which will be along presently!"

Marcellus Wallace (On the phone): Ain't no problem, Jules. I'm on the m**********. Tell those n****** to chill out and wait for the Wolf, who'll be along presently.

Jules (startled): You're sending the Wolf?

Marcellus Wallace: Feeling better?

Jules: Well, shoot, negro, why didn't you say so?

Also from Pulp Fiction


(WARNING! MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS!)

Butch: So......what now?

Marcellus Wallace: What now? I tell you what now. Now I'm gonna call a couple of pipe-hitting n****** who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliars and a blowtorch. (Screaming at attacker lying on the floor moaning minus his naughty bits from being blasted by Marcellus' shotgun) You hear me talking to you, hillbilly boy?! I ain't done with you by a damn sight! I'm gonna get medivel (sp?) on your ass!

Butch (pauses): No, I mean between you and me.

Marcellus Wallace: Between you and me? Well, now, there ain't no you and me. Not anymore. Two things I ask - one, don't tell nobody about this. This is between you, me, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Shortassed-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain-Rapist here. Ain't nobody else's business. Two - you leave here tonight. Right now. And when you gone, stay gone or you'll be gone. You lost your L.A. privledges. Deal?

Butch: Deal.

Marcellus Wallace: Now get the f**k outta here.

Also from Pulp Fiction


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Keep the thread going, guys!

Peace and love,

Scot

"There are people who eat earth and eat all the people on it like in the Bible with the locusts. And other people who stand around and watch them eat."
(from The Little Foxes, 1939, starring Bette Davis)