Movie quotes: keep it going

[SourHopHead]

"I ain't got time to bleed" The Body in Predator.

"I know I seem a little too old to be in College. But for this movie you've gotta suspend disbelief." Howard Stern

 

[JayC]

I've been beaten to Kevin Smith movies and Army of Darkness, so I need to fall back on Ghostbusters.

Where do these stairs go?
They go up.

I'm fuzzy on the whole good-bad thing.

I like her because she's a client and she sleeps above the covers. FOUR FEET above the covers! She barks! She snarls! She drools!

Dogs and cats, living together! It'll be anarchy!

 

[kornbread]

Delmar: "gopher everette?"

Everette: "No thank you Delmar. A third of a gopher would only arouse my appetite without properly beddin' her down."

Oh brother where art thou.

 

[zoebisch01]

Reporter: Say listen, is he working on a case?
Nora Charles: Yes, he is.
Reporter: What case?
Nora Charles: A case of scotch. Pitch in and help him.

 

[flyangler18]

"Oh, I eat meat. I just don't dig on swine."

"Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy mother****er. Pigs sleep and root in ****. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense enough to disregard its own feces."

 

[flyangler18]

"The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you. "

 

[Big10Seaner]

DUDE
What the hell is this?

WALTER
My dirty undies. Laundry, Dude.
The whites.

DUDE
Agh--

He closes the briefcase.

DUDE
Walter, I'm sure there's a reason
you brought your dirty undies--

WALTER
Thaaaat's right, Dude. The weight.
The ringer can't look empty.

DUDE
Walter--what the **** are you
thinking?

WALTER
Well you're right, Dude, I got to
thinking. I got to thinking why
should we settle for a measly ****ing
twenty grand--

DUDE
We? What the **** we? You said you
just wanted to come along--

WALTER
My point, Dude, is why should we
settle for twenty grand when we can
keep the entire million. Am I wrong?

DUDE
Yes you're wrong. This isn't a
****ing game, Walter--

WALTER
It is a ****ing game. You said so
yourself, Dude--she kidnapped herself--

 

[GilaMinumBeer]

"Heineken! F#$k THAT SH&t"


"Pabst Blue Ribbon"

 

[Bruscar]

Shocked this one hasn't appeared

"Here. Have a beer. Don't cost nothin'."

 

[Dr_Deathweed]

You take a f**kin shower, I'll get your f**kin suit

Classic

Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM. A ****in' bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would you give a **** what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?

 

[DeathBrewer]

in memory of paul newman:

Butch Cassidy: Then you jump first.
Sundance Kid: No, I said.
Butch Cassidy: What's the matter with you?
Sundance Kid: I can't swim.
Butch Cassidy: Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill you.

 

[ohiobrewtus]

Proably my favorite few minute from any movie ever - Full Metal Jacket (LONG):

Private Joker: [whispering] Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who said that? Who the **** said that? Who's the slimy little communist **** twinkle-toed c0cksucker down here, who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy ****ing godmother said it! Out-****ing-standing! I will P.T. you all until you ****ing die! I'll P.T. you until your ******** are sucking buttermilk!. [Gunnery Sergeant Hartman grabs Private Cowboy by the shirt.]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Was it you, you scroungy little ****, huh?!

Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little piece of ****! You look like a ****ing worm! I'll bet it was you!

Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!

Private Joker: Sir, I said it, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well... no ****. What have we got here, a ****ing comedian? Private Joker? I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and **** my sister. [Gunnery Sergeant Hartman punches Private Joker in the stomach. He sags to his knees.]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little scumbag! I've got your name! I've got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn by the numbers. I will teach you. Now get up! Get on your feet! You had best un**** yourself or I will unscrew your head and **** down your neck! Private Joker: Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps?

Private Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: So you're a killer!

Private Joker: Sir, yes sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Let me see your war face!

Private Joker: Sir?

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You got a war face? Aaaaaaaagh! That's a war face. Now let me see your war face!

Private Joker: Aaaaaaaagh!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bull****! You didn't convince me! Let me see your real war face!

Private Joker: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You don't scare me! Work on it!

Private Joker: Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your excuse?

Private Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'm asking the ****ing questions here, Private. Do you understand?!

Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well thank you very much! Can I be in charge for a while?

Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you shook up? Are you nervous?

Private Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do I make you nervous?

Private Cowboy: Sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Sir, what? Were you about to call me an *******?!

Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, Private?

Private Cowboy: Sir, five foot nine, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five foot nine? I didn't know they stacked **** that high! You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?

Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bull****! It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your momma's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I think you've been cheated! Where in hell are you from anyway, Private?

Private Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Holy dog****! Texas! Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy! And you don't look much like a steer to me, so that kinda narrows it down! Do you suck dicks?

Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you a peter-puffer?

Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would **** a person in the ass and not even have the ******* common courtesy to give him a reach-around! I'll be watching you!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Did your parents have any children that lived?

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'll bet they regret that! You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece! What's your name, fatbody?

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Lawrence? Lawrence, what, of Arabia?

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That name sounds like royalty! Are you royalty?

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you suck dicks?

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bull****! I'll bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose!

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't like the name Lawrence! Only ****** and sailors are called Lawrence! From now on you're Gomer Pyle!

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir! [Pyle smiles strangely.]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I'm funny?

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face!

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, any ****ing time, sweetheart!

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I'm trying, sir.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, I'm gonna give you three seconds--exactly three ****ing seconds--to wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-**** you! One! Two! Three!

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I can't help it, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bull****! Get on your knees, scumbag! [Pvt. Pyle drops to his knees. Sgt. Hartman holds out his hand.]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Now choke yourself! [Pvt. Pyle puts his own hands around his neck.]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: ******* it, with my hand, numb nuts!! [Pvt. Pyle reaches towards Sgt. Hartman's hand. Hartman jerks it away.]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Don't pull my ****ing hand over there! I said choke yourself! Now lean forward and choke yourself! [Pvt. Pyle leans forward onto Sgt. Hartman's hand. Hartman chokes Pyle.]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you through grinning?

Private Gomer Pyle: [barely able to speak] Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bull****! I can't hear you!

Private Gomer Pyle: [gasping] Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bull****! I still can't hear you! Sound off like you've got a pair!

Private Gomer Pyle: [gagging] Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's enough! Get on your feet! Private Pyle, you had best square your ass away and start ****ting me Tiffany cuff links... or I will definitely **** you up!

Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!

 

[Ego Archive]

Mitch: Oh, ****! Ah, that hurt like ****!
Samantha: I know. That's why I distracted you first. Same principle as deflowering virgins.
Mitch: Huh? What? Virgin - ? What?
Samantha: Read it in this Harold Robbins book. Guy bites her on the ear. Distracts from the pain. Ever try that?
Mitch: No, no, I sock 'em in the jaw and yell, "Pop goes the weasel."

-The Long Kiss Goodnight

 

[calixto]

"See what happens Larry!, Do you see what happens when you......." Walter Sobchak THE BIG LEBOWSKI

"Dude, you're gonna have to pick those bullets up, I don't want to be vacuming the carpet next week and shoot myself in the face" Red PINEAPPLE EXPRESS

"There is nothing so depraved as a man in the depths of an ether binge" Hunter S. Thompson FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS

 

[zoebisch01]

"See what happens Larry!, Do you see what happens when you......." Walter Sobchak THE BIG LEBOWSKI

"Dude, you're gonna have to pick those bullets up, I don't want to be vacuming the carpet next week and shoot myself in the face" Red PINEAPPLE EXPRESS

"There is nothing so depraved as a man in the depths of an ether binge" Hunter S. Thompson FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS

Oh hey that's just wrong posting your first post in the non-brewing forum

Welcome to the forums!

 

[Dr_Deathweed]

"There is nothing so depraved as a man in the depths of an ether binge" Hunter S. Thompson FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS

hahaha

"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"

 

[BrewBrain]

"Better drink your Ovaltine? Son of a bitch!"

 

[Brewer3401]

How bout a Fresca ? huum, huum.

Hope nobody did this one already

 

[Lurpinator]

Don't know if it's been used yet but here it goes..

From Anchorman:

Fantana: I was in love once, I think.

Burgundy: What was her name?

Fantana: I don't know..

Burgundy: Thats not a good start but continue

Fantana: She was Brazilian or Chinese.. or somethin. . We made out for hours in the Kmart bathroom, then we parted ways never to see each other again. .

Burgundy: Brian, I'm pretty sure that's not love..

Fantana: DAMMIT!

 

[Apollo]

Connor: Okay, Roc...
Rocco: What? You guys got masks.
Murphy: You look like Mush Mouth from Fat Albert.
Rocco: Fine! **** it. When we're done, she can ID me. I don't care. Just trying to be professional, but nooooo...
Connor: It looks fine!
Rocco: **** it.
Connor: Now shut the **** up, you look good. Put it on! You look fackin' scary, man!
Connor: [trying not to laugh] Now Roc, are you sure that you're obee-kay-bee?

Boondock Saints

 

[Mirilis]

"Luke .. At that speed do you think youll be able to pull out in time?" -- Star Wars

 

[DeathBrewer]

ha! boondock saints:

Rocco: Hey ****-ass, give me a beer!

Paul Smecker: First of all, I'd like to thank whichever one of you donut-munching, barrel-assed, pud-pulling sissies leaked this to the press!

Tell me a joke

Yakavetta: The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him no more. I got to tiptoe through the tulips with these ********. Taking all the fun out of the job.

Smecker was such a bad-ass

Paul Smecker: Television. Television is the explanation for this - you see this in bad television. Little assault guys creeping through the vents, coming in through the ceiling - that James Bond **** never happens in real life! Professionals don't do that!

Funny-man

Connor: Jeez! It's a ****in' six-shooter. ****!
Murphy: There's nine bodies, genius.
Connor: What the **** were you gonna do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?

Greenly finely gets it right

Detective Greenly: What if it was just one guy with six guns?
Paul Smecker: Why don't you let me do the thinking, huh, genius?

And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In nomine Patri.
Et Fili.
Spiritus Sancti.

 

[Mirilis]

"This .. is grain, which any fool can eat but which god has given us a more divine form of consumption... let us give praise and hommage to beer!!" friar tuck.. robin hood prince of theives

 

[CrazyToad]

ha! boondock saints:

Greenly: "He hits the guy with the bandages around his head first. Why, because he's smaaaart (thick Boston accent). He knows the guy with the bandages around his a$$ ain't going no where. He's going fecking no where. Where you going? No where, that's right."

 

[DeathBrewer]

heh.

Paul Smecker: Brilliant. So now we got a huge guy theory, and a serial crusher theory. Top notch. What's your name?
Detective Greenly: Detective Greenly. Who the **** are you?
Paul Smecker: [opens his coat and shows his FBI credentials] That's who the **** I am.

10 char.

 

[Mirilis]

Paul Smecker: "What are you doin?"
Some Guy: "I just wanted to cuddle.."
Smecker: "Cuddle?...what a ******"

 

[Ego Archive]

Brikowski: Who are you?
Slevin: Philosophically speaking?
Brikowski: Name.
Slevin: Rank, serial number?
Dumbrowski: You should really play ball kid.
Slevin: Really? You think I'm tall enough?
Brikowski: [hits Slevin in stomach]
Brikowski: What is your name?
Slevin: [gasping for breath] Oh yeah, now I remember, Slevin Kelevra.

-Lucky number Slevin

 

[Mirilis]

"Water Sucks... Gatorade is better...." Waterboy

 

[Donasay]

Don’t lift with your legs your back is the strongest muscle in the body. And look your knees aren’t even locked, how do you expect to stand up straight. Come on man put your groin into it, and stop exhaling on every lift. The goal is to hold your breath as long as possible… under stress your body produces all of the oxygen it needs. Come on groin it out!

 

[JayC]

You came in that? You're braver than I thought.