moonlight schreef:

(aan jullie om te 'rade' uit welke films ze afkomstig zijn)

"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some Fava beans, and a nice Chianti." Silence of the lambs of hannibal, ktwijfel
"Yeah, yeah, but Mr. Brown? That's a little too close to Mr. Shit." Reservoir dogs
"Any of you f*cking pigs move, and I'll execute every motherf*cking last one of you!" Pulp Fiction
"Do you expect me to talk?", "No Mr Bond! I expect you to die!" Doo, Mr. Bond, Gold Finger om precies te zijn
"'Doctor' Evil! I didn't spend six years in Evil Medical School to be called 'Mister', thank you very much." Austin Powers 1
"Felicity Shagwell, C.I.A.. Shagwell by name, shag very well by reputation." Austin Powers 2
"Welcome to the real world." Matrix
"Biggus Dickus." Life of Brian
"Hasta la vista baby!" Terminator
"I'll be back." Gouvernator

Op de rest kank ni meteen komen

"I don't want to talk to you no more you empty-headed, animal food trough wipers. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries."

[into a mirror]
Travis Bickle: You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well, I'm the only one here. Who do the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh, yeah? Ok.
[whips out sleeve gun]

Passenger: Have you ever seen what a .44 Magnum will do to a woman's pussy? Now that you should see. What a .44 Magnum will do to a woman's pussy that you should see?

Travis Bickle: Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.

Sport: Well, take it or leave it. If you want to save yourself some money, don't fuck her. Cause you'll be back here every night for some more. Man, she's twelve and a half years old. You never had no pussy like that. You can do anything you want with her. You can cum on her, fuck her in the mouth, fuck her in the ass, cum on her face, man. She get your cock so hard she'll make it explode. But no rough stuff, all right?

[while flying in a helicopter with Air Cavalry soldiers]
Chef: Why do all you guys sit on your helmets?
Soldier: So we don't get our balls blown off.

Lance: Disneyland. Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland.

Kilgore: You either surf or you fight.

Kilgore: You smell that? Do you smell that?... Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...

Bond, James Bond

Willie: Oh yeah, baby, you won't be able to shit right for a week!

Bob Chipeska: I don't know. There's just something about the guy that makes me uneasy.
Gin: Well sure. Santa fucking someone in the ass.

Kid: Your beard's not real.
Willie: It was real, but I got sick and all the hair fell out.
Kid: How come?
Willie: I loved a woman who wasn't clean.
Kid: Mrs. Claus?
Willie: Actually it was her sister.

Marcus: [Willie, as Santa, is scratching his butt while a line of kids looks on] I don't think you should be digging in your ass.

Gin: Sweet Jews for Jesus!

Gin: You know what I see when I look at you? America's got a sad future ahead of it.

Willie: I beat the shit out of some kids today, but it was for a purpose.

Willie: Things are fucked up at the North Pole. Mrs. Claus caught me fucking her sister, now I'm out on my ass.

Willie: I'm an eating, drinking, shitting, fucking Santa Claus.

Marcus: You are by far the dumbest, most pathetic piece of maggot eatin' shit that has every slid from a human being's hairy ass.

Security Guard: You wouldn't be tryin' to hide something in those baggy pants of yours, would ya?
Willie: Just something to cripple your sister with...

Dominator schreef:
en nu es raden uit welke fantastische film dit komt:

"Why thank ye, Jack."
"You're welcome."
"Oh, not you. We named the monkey Jack. "

Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick and the men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls: there are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.
Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive, and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And, you thought you smelled some good ol' pussy. And, have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good ol' time. But, you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You're shrinking . . . and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. And, the fact that you've got "replica" written down the side of your guns. And, the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point 5 0" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now . . . fu** off.

Turkish: What's that?
Tommy: It's me belt, Turkish.
Turkish: No, Tommy. There's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers?
Tommy: It's for protection.
Turkish: Protection from what . . . zee Germans?

Cousin Abraham 'Avi' Denovitz: Yes, London. You know, fish, chips, cup o' tea. Bad food, worse weather. Mary fu**in' Poppins. London!

Tyrone: I didn't see it there.
Vinny: It's a four-ton truck, Tyrone. It's not a Sosa packet of fu**ing peanuts, is it?
Tyrone: It was at a funny angle.
Vinny: It's behind you, Tyrone. Whenever you reverse things come from behind you.

If you iz watching dis in da UK, you may remember me from da telly. If you iz in Belgium... you iz living in a shit hole.

BELONG? That's a very sexist way to talk about these bitches!

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.

PAXTON: Barber?
STYLIST: No, stylist.
WALMAC: Just clippers, no scissors.
STYLIST: No scissors, you gotta be kidding. Do they tell Picasso no brush?

STYLIST: This is nasty. Who did this to you?
MASON: It's some kind of grunge thing.
STYLIST: Well it's certainly some kind of thing. Do you think we have enough time for protein pack?
WALMAC: No.

MOTOR-BIKER: Hey man, you just fucked up your Ferrari.
GOODSPEED: It's not mine.

"King Kong aint got shit on me"

Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are gonne get

bad boys bad boys, whatcha gonna do when they come for you

Fear me if you dare

you HAVE the right to remain silent. What you lack, is the capacity.

Sid: You know? This whole ice age thing is getting old. You know what I could go for? A global warming.
Diego: Keep dreaming...

-My name's Roy O'Bannon.
* Chon Wang.
- "John Wayne"? That's a terrible cowboy name. That's not going to work. And neither is the ponytail.

Dojo schreef:
En wie weet waar dendeze vandaan komt?

If you iz watching dis in da UK, you may remember me from da telly. If you iz in Belgium... you iz living in a shit hole.

BELONG? That's a very sexist way to talk about these bitches!