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A different kind of pasty
"You're f***ing nicked me old beauty" John Cleese as The Centurion arresting Bwian (sic)
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pasty
A different kind of pasty
Can't get to youtube at work, so I hope "Hey, Where's the white women at" is in there
Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
VINCENT
I got a threshold, Jules. I got a
threshold for the abuse I'll take.
And you're crossin' it. I'm a race
car and you got me in the red. Redline
7000, that's where you are. Just
know, it's fuckin' dangerous to be
drivin' a race car when it's in the
red. It could blow.
JULES
You're gettin' ready to blow? I'm a
mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker!
Every time my fingers touch brain
I'm "SUPERFLY T.N.T," I'm the "GUNS
OF NAVARONE." I'm what Jimmie Walker
usta talk about. In fact, what the
f*** am I doin' in the back? You're
the motherfucker should be on brain
detail. We're tradin'. I'm washin'
windows and you're pickin' up this
******'s skull.
I got a threshold, Jules. I got a
threshold for the abuse I'll take.
And you're crossin' it. I'm a race
car and you got me in the red. Redline
7000, that's where you are. Just
know, it's fuckin' dangerous to be
drivin' a race car when it's in the
red. It could blow.
JULES
You're gettin' ready to blow? I'm a
mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker!
Every time my fingers touch brain
I'm "SUPERFLY T.N.T," I'm the "GUNS
OF NAVARONE." I'm what Jimmie Walker
usta talk about. In fact, what the
f*** am I doin' in the back? You're
the motherfucker should be on brain
detail. We're tradin'. I'm washin'
windows and you're pickin' up this
******'s skull.
Knightsworld
Well-known member
XXXX: [over the phone] Dragan?
Dragan: Yes.
XXXX: I've got an idea... Why don't you come 'round for breakfast? I'll squeeze some orange juice and grind some coffee and we can talk about this like adults. How's that sound?
Dragan: Sounds very hospitable.
XXXX: Do you know where I live?
Dragan: No.
XXXX: Well, f*** off then.
[hangs up]
Eddie Temple: You're born, you take shit. You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what shit even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake son.
Dragan: Yes.
XXXX: I've got an idea... Why don't you come 'round for breakfast? I'll squeeze some orange juice and grind some coffee and we can talk about this like adults. How's that sound?
Dragan: Sounds very hospitable.
XXXX: Do you know where I live?
Dragan: No.
XXXX: Well, f*** off then.
[hangs up]
Eddie Temple: You're born, you take shit. You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what shit even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake son.
Kazenga <3
Test 805843
They're taking the hobbits to Isengard...
Randsta
New member
Fear & Loathing
Raoul Duke (AKA JohnnDepp) "We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all this for the trip, but once you get locked in a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can"
Raoul Duke (AKA JohnnDepp) "We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all this for the trip, but once you get locked in a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can"
Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
"I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast"
"You eat pieces of shit for breakfast ?"
"You eat pieces of shit for breakfast ?"
Tom Hark Preston Park
Will Post For Cash
- Jul 6, 2003
- 73,151
Just when you think it can't possibly get any better, the music kicks in...
Lush
Mods' Pet
The one I use most often is: "Another waffer thin mint?"
Just when you think it can't possibly get any better, the music kicks in...
Abosolutly this!
OzMike
Well-known member
'I've seen things you people can only imagine..................'
keaton
Big heart, hot blood and balls. Big balls
- Nov 18, 2004
- 10,016
Charles Foster Kane: You're right, I did lose a million dollars last year. I expect to lose a million dollars this year. I expect to lose a million dollars *next* year. You know, Mr. Thatcher, at the rate of a million dollars a year, I'll have to close this place in... 60 years.
Uncle Spielberg
Well-known member
ET Phone Home.
I'm gonna get medieval on your ass...
Pulp Fiction
Pulp Fiction
This from The Wicker Man:
Lord Summerisle: "We don't commit murder up here.
We're a deeply religious people."
Seregant Howie: "Religious! With ruined churches,
no ministers, no priests, and children dancing naked."
Lord Summerisle: "They do love their divinity lessons."
Seregant Howie: "But th-they are-are naked!"
Lord Summerisle: "Naturally. It's much too dangerous to jump through the fire with your clothes on."
Sergeant Howie: "What-what religion can-can-can
they possibly be learning...j- jumping over bonfires?"
Lord Summerisle: "Parthenogenesis. Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless
say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union."
Sergeant Howie: "Oh, what is all this? I mean, y..y..you've got f..f.fake biology, fake religion. Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?"
Lord Summerisle: " Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost. Do sit down, Sergeant. Shocks are so much better absorbed with the knees bent."
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Or the great line in Jaws: "You're gonna neeed a bigger boat."
Lord Summerisle: "We don't commit murder up here.
We're a deeply religious people."
Seregant Howie: "Religious! With ruined churches,
no ministers, no priests, and children dancing naked."
Lord Summerisle: "They do love their divinity lessons."
Seregant Howie: "But th-they are-are naked!"
Lord Summerisle: "Naturally. It's much too dangerous to jump through the fire with your clothes on."
Sergeant Howie: "What-what religion can-can-can
they possibly be learning...j- jumping over bonfires?"
Lord Summerisle: "Parthenogenesis. Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless
say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union."
Sergeant Howie: "Oh, what is all this? I mean, y..y..you've got f..f.fake biology, fake religion. Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?"
Lord Summerisle: " Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost. Do sit down, Sergeant. Shocks are so much better absorbed with the knees bent."
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Or the great line in Jaws: "You're gonna neeed a bigger boat."
Norman Potting
Well-known member
Do you feel lucky punk?
..But this one goes up to eleven, like, one louder.
..But this one goes up to eleven, like, one louder.
From Pulp Fiction:
Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.
Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
[Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]
Jules: f*** you.
Vincent: You give them a lot?
Jules: f*** you.
Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.
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Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What?
Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
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Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
Butch: So we cool?
Marsellus: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you're gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?
Butch: Deal.
Marsellus: Get your ass out of here.
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Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.
Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit.
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?
Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master.
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?
Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.
Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?
[Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up]
Jules: f*** you.
Vincent: You give them a lot?
Jules: f*** you.
Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.
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Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What?
Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
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Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
Butch: So we cool?
Marsellus: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you're gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?
Butch: Deal.
Marsellus: Get your ass out of here.
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Manx Shearwater
New member
Release the panther!!!
From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ( written by Ian Fleming / Roald Dahl - tho I thik this line is more Dahl than Fleming)
[the two spies are thrown off the baron's blimp and into the sea]
Second Spy: What do we do now?
First Spy: Start swimming!
Second Spy: I can't swim!
First Spy: Then start drowning!
[the First Spy swims away]
[the two spies are thrown off the baron's blimp and into the sea]
Second Spy: What do we do now?
First Spy: Start swimming!
Second Spy: I can't swim!
First Spy: Then start drowning!
[the First Spy swims away]
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