"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... 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 that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon."
Vincent: I don't believe it.
Jules: Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.
I've got some quotes from American Psycho (the novel), which also has a movie production of it, but I'm not sure if the quotes are in the film.
quotes...where there was nature and earth, life and water, i saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what i could understand, this was how i lived my life, what i constructed my movement around, how i dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person's love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term "generosity of spirit" applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What doess intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in...this was civilisation as i saw it, colossal and jagged...
-
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontigent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is peristent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably at Harvard) if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All i have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem i have caused and my utter indifference toward it, i have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet i am blameless. Each model of human behaviour must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and i do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact i want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this - and i have, countless times, in just about every act i've commited - and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing...
-
...a flood of reality. I get an odd feeling that this is a crucial moment in my life and i'm startled by the suddenness of what i guess passes for an epiphany. There is nothing of value i offer her. For the first time I see Jean as uninhibited; she seems stronger, less controllable, wanting to take me into a new and unfamiliar land - the dreaded uncertainty of a totally different world. I sense she wants to rearrange my life in a significant way - her eyes tell me this and though i see truth in them, i also know that one day, sometime very soon, she too will be locked in the rhythm of my insanity. All i have to do is keep silent about this and not bring it up - yet she weakens me, it's almost as if she's making the decision about who i am, and in my own stubborn, willful way i can admit to feeling a pand, something tightening inside, and before i can stop it i find myself almost dazzled and moved that i might have the capacity to accept, though not return, her love. I wonder if even now, right here in Nowheres, she can see the darkening clouds behind my eyes lifting. And though the coldness i have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. This relationship will probably lead to nothing...this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea...
-
Everything failed to subdue me. Soon everything seemed dull: another sunrise, the lives of heroes, falling in love, war, the discoveries people made about each other. The only thing that didn't bore me, obviously enough, was how much money Tim Price made, and yet in its obviousness it did. There wasn't a clear, identifiable emotion within me, except for greed and, possibly, total disgust. I had all the characteristics of a human being - flesh, blood, skin, hair - but my depersonalisation was so intense, had gone so deep, that the normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning. Something horrible was happening and yet i couldn't figure out why - I couldn't put my finger on it. The only thing that calmed me was the satisfying sound of ice being dropped into a glass of J&B.
Don Logan: Think I'm stupid?! Thing I'm a fucking cunt?! You think I'm gonna have that? Do you think I'll have that? My fucking ears were burnin' all the way in the fuckin' cab! Fuckin' on fire!
Gal: What happened?
Don: What happened? What fuckin' happened? I'll tell you what fuckin' happened, you tell me, Gal. Gave me a fucking knock-back you fat fuckin' cunt.
Aitch: Problem with the plane?
Don: What? What did you fuckin' say, cunt? What? Problem? Fucking problem? No, mate, no. No fucking problem with the plane, cunt, fucking plane was fine, fucking plane was alright, fucking plane was perfect. It's you! You're the problem. You're the fucking problem, you fucking Dr White honkin' jam-rag fucking spunk-bubble! I'm tellin' you Aitch, you keep lookin' at me, I'm gonna put you in the fucking ground! I promise you.
Gal: Dee, take Jackie and Aitch inside.
Dee: Yeah. Can I get you a drink?
Don: Yeah, you do that scheming cunt! See if the ladies let you try on their panties! You fuckin'...
Gal: Don...
Don: Shut up! Shut up.
Not this time, Gal. Not this time. Not this fucking time. No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! No! Not this fucking time. No fucking way, no fucking way! No fucking way, no fucking way! You made me look a right cunt! Like a right fucking Mr Confused! What's he doin'? What's Jackie gonna think? Not that I care, that's you fucking me about. Is your middle name "Ungrateful" or what? You just gonna stand there like Porky Pig? Hiding behind your wife's skirt? Your ex-porn star wife's skirt!
I don't give two fucks what Jackie Big-Tits thinks, I've got enough fucking information on her. So what if she's got a pretty face, that could all change! Age changes that! See if she's still coming with a face like a prune! Aitch will be well gone by then!
"When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake." fight club
"Love is a serious mental disease." plato
"The revolution will not be televised." gil scott-heron
"Trust is a weakness." uplink
"Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers... and neutralize them " ratm
"Even though I'm no more than a monster - don't I, too, have the right to live?" oldboy
"Ya know they murdered X, And tried to blame it on Islam" ratm
"Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship." 1984
"When war becomes literally continuous, it also ceases to be dangerous. When war is continuous there is no such thing as military necessity. Technical progress can cease and the most palpable facts can be denied or disregarded." 1984
"Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship." 1984
That's a great quote but did that make it in the film? I know it's from the book but isn't the first sentence the only part used in the film?
Probably only a torrent. I got mine from private torrent forums. It's a good film, but the only film I've seen which has been better than the book was The Godfather. Nineteen Eighty-Four wasn't close. It was a good film, but that book was so far beyond good that a film was a tough ask.
Kind of like a film version of Catcher In The Rye....I don't think I could enjoy it.
Recently, it has been rumoured that another film adaptation is set to be released in 2009, however according to the IMDb it is still in development. According to Dark Horizons and Moviehole, Tim Robbins is set to direct the film version of a stage adaptation written by San Francisco Mime Troupe head writer Michael Gene Sullivan, which was performed, directed by Robbins, at the Actor's Gang in Los Angeles.
One of the best ever comes out the Bourne series. The bourne Supremacy to be exact.
Bourne is calling with landy when he says that he wants to see the girl from paris.
Bourne: I want to see the girl from paris
Landy: where can I find her? Bourne: It's easy. She's standing right next to you
The Fifth Element
COP 1 Hey, who are you?
KORBEN The winner of the Gemini Croquette contest.
KORBEN Seven to the left. Five to the right.
COP What's he doing?
KORBEN Six to the left. One to the right.
LOC RHOD He's on vacation.
KORBEN We got to find the leader. Mangalores don't fight without a leader.
AKANIT One more shot and we start killing hostages, got that?
KORBEN Found him...
AKANIT Send someone to negotiate!
KORBEN Mind if I go? I'm an excellent negotiator.
COP 1 Uh... Sure, go ahead. We're sending someone in who's authorized to negotiate.
KORBEN Anyone else want to negotiate?
COP 2 Where'd he learn to negotiate like that? The X Files: One Breath (#2.8)
The Cigarette Smoking Man: Don't try and threaten me, Mulder. I've watched presidents die. Ace Ventura 2: When Nature Calls
ACE And you must be the monopoly man...thanks for the free parking.
I just love all quotes from "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly"
* There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend. Those who have a loaded gun and those who dig. You dig!
* One bastard goes in, another one comes out.
* You never had a rope around your neck. Well, I'm going to tell you something. When that rope starts to pull tight, you can feel the Devil bite your ass.
* I like big fat men like you. When they fall they make more noise
Ford: Didn't you think it was strange I was trying to shake hands with a car?
Arthur: I assumed you were drunk.
Ford: I thought cars were the dominant lifeform. I was trying to introduce myself.
Maude Lebowski: What do you do for recreation?
The Dude: Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.
The Dude: Look, just stay away from my fucking lady friend.
Da Fino: Hey, I'm not messing with your special lady.
The Dude: She's not my special lady, she's my fucking lady friend. I'm just helping her conceive, man!
The Dude: Nobody calls me Lebowski. You got the wrong guy. I'm the Dude, man.
Blond Treehorn Thug: Your name's Lebowski, Lebowski. Your wife is Bunny.
The Dude: My... my wi-, my wife, Bunny? Do you see a wedding ring on my finger? Does this place look like I'm fucking married? The toilet seat's up, man!
The Dude: Ah, fuck it.
The Big Lebowski: Fuck it! Yes! That's your answer. That's your answer for everything! Tattoo it on your forehead!
Man: Do you believe in god?
Woman: Oh no, there arent any proofs, and i never saw him...
Man: I never saw your cunt, and i believe u have it......
xD
[Dedictvi aneb KurvahosiGutentag]
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
"with great powers comes great responsibility" spiderman
"Ed: You gonna thank me then?
Shaun: For what?
Ed: Tidying up!
Shaun: Doesn't look that tidy.
Ed: Well, I had a few beers when I finished." shawn of the dead
Albrecht: Police! Don't move! I said, "Don't move!"
Eric Draven: I though the police always said, "Freeze!"
Albrecht: Well, I am the police, and I say, "Don't move!" So once you move, you're dead.
Eric Draven: And I say, "I'm dead," and I move.
[POL]-No, wiec posluchaj mnie teraz uwaznie, Bolek... Byles w Stanach?
-Nie...
-No wlasnie... a ja znam kogos kto byl... i opowiedzial mi to i owo... Wiesz skad przyjechali czarni do Ameryki?!?
-Z Afryki...
-No wlasnie... handlarze niewolnikow przywiezli ich z Afryki... A myslisz, ze to taka prosta sprawa wysiasc na plazy w Afryce, zlapac w siatke zwinnego, silnego murzyna i wywiezc go za ocean?!?
-Chyba nie...
-No jasne, ze nie... udalo im sie to zrobic poniewaz wywozili tylko takich co albo nie potrafili spierdolic przed siatka, albo byli najwiekszymi glabami z plemienia i wodz sprzedawal ich za paczke fajek, bo i tak nie mialby z nich pozytku. I ci wszyscy nieudacznicy pojechali do Ameryki. Pozenili sie, porobili dzieci... swiat poszedl do przodu... pojawily sie komputery, amfetamina, samoloty, ale co z tego, jezeli ich serca pompuja te sama krew, sa potomkami czlowieka, ktory na wlasnym podworku dal sie zlapac w siatke, wiec nie uwazam, ze naszym chlopakom brakuje luzu...
kapujesz?!?[/POL]
Idi Amin: You are British.
Nicholas Garrigan: Scottish. I am Scottish.
Idi Amin: Scottish? Ha! Ha! Why didn't you say so?... Great soldiers. Very brave. And good people. Completely. let me tell you, if I could be anything instead of a Ugandan, I would be a Scot.
Nicholas Garrigan: Right... Really?
Idi Amin: He. Except for the red hair, which I'm sure is attractive to your women, but which we Africans, we find is quite disgusting.
Nicholas Garrigan: [closes eyes, spins globe] First place you land, first place you land.
[stops globe with finger, looks]
Nicholas Garrigan: Canada.
[pause. Spins globe again]
Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.
Marv: This is blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back! There's no choice left. And I'm ready for war.
Marv: Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.
Marv: The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know...
Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Marv: I had to fight some cops.
Lucille: Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?
Marv: Nah, I don't think so, but they know they been in a fight, that's for sure.
Marv: [at his own execution] Would you hurry it up? I haven't got all night.
Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.
Marv: I'm on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face. And I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it.
Brett: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got your name, Vincent, right? But I didn't get...
Jules: My name's Pith. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this shit.
Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...
Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished. Well then, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country are you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of. They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'!
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What?
Jules: Say what again. Say what again, motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
die hard
"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... 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 that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon."
fear and loathing in las vegas :)
, yes I hate german synced movies....
PULP FICTION
You missed out:
Vincent: I don't believe it.
Jules: Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood.
I fucking love that movie.
edit: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=QZtYtyVFeu8
quotes...where there was nature and earth, life and water, i saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what i could understand, this was how i lived my life, what i constructed my movement around, how i dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person's love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term "generosity of spirit" applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What doess intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in...this was civilisation as i saw it, colossal and jagged...
-
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontigent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is peristent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably at Harvard) if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All i have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem i have caused and my utter indifference toward it, i have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet i am blameless. Each model of human behaviour must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and i do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact i want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this - and i have, countless times, in just about every act i've commited - and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing...
-
...a flood of reality. I get an odd feeling that this is a crucial moment in my life and i'm startled by the suddenness of what i guess passes for an epiphany. There is nothing of value i offer her. For the first time I see Jean as uninhibited; she seems stronger, less controllable, wanting to take me into a new and unfamiliar land - the dreaded uncertainty of a totally different world. I sense she wants to rearrange my life in a significant way - her eyes tell me this and though i see truth in them, i also know that one day, sometime very soon, she too will be locked in the rhythm of my insanity. All i have to do is keep silent about this and not bring it up - yet she weakens me, it's almost as if she's making the decision about who i am, and in my own stubborn, willful way i can admit to feeling a pand, something tightening inside, and before i can stop it i find myself almost dazzled and moved that i might have the capacity to accept, though not return, her love. I wonder if even now, right here in Nowheres, she can see the darkening clouds behind my eyes lifting. And though the coldness i have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. This relationship will probably lead to nothing...this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea...
-
Everything failed to subdue me. Soon everything seemed dull: another sunrise, the lives of heroes, falling in love, war, the discoveries people made about each other. The only thing that didn't bore me, obviously enough, was how much money Tim Price made, and yet in its obviousness it did. There wasn't a clear, identifiable emotion within me, except for greed and, possibly, total disgust. I had all the characteristics of a human being - flesh, blood, skin, hair - but my depersonalisation was so intense, had gone so deep, that the normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning. Something horrible was happening and yet i couldn't figure out why - I couldn't put my finger on it. The only thing that calmed me was the satisfying sound of ice being dropped into a glass of J&B.
or that "Scarface" quote , forgot the right text..
You realize we're all going to go to college as virgins. They probably have special dorms for people like us.
Jim Carrey, Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
If I'm not back in five minutes... just wait longer.
brilliant movie
Don Logan: Think I'm stupid?! Thing I'm a fucking cunt?! You think I'm gonna have that? Do you think I'll have that? My fucking ears were burnin' all the way in the fuckin' cab! Fuckin' on fire!
Gal: What happened?
Don: What happened? What fuckin' happened? I'll tell you what fuckin' happened, you tell me, Gal. Gave me a fucking knock-back you fat fuckin' cunt.
Aitch: Problem with the plane?
Don: What? What did you fuckin' say, cunt? What? Problem? Fucking problem? No, mate, no. No fucking problem with the plane, cunt, fucking plane was fine, fucking plane was alright, fucking plane was perfect. It's you! You're the problem. You're the fucking problem, you fucking Dr White honkin' jam-rag fucking spunk-bubble! I'm tellin' you Aitch, you keep lookin' at me, I'm gonna put you in the fucking ground! I promise you.
Gal: Dee, take Jackie and Aitch inside.
Dee: Yeah. Can I get you a drink?
Don: Yeah, you do that scheming cunt! See if the ladies let you try on their panties! You fuckin'...
Gal: Don...
Don: Shut up! Shut up.
Not this time, Gal. Not this time. Not this fucking time. No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! No! Not this fucking time. No fucking way, no fucking way! No fucking way, no fucking way! You made me look a right cunt! Like a right fucking Mr Confused! What's he doin'? What's Jackie gonna think? Not that I care, that's you fucking me about. Is your middle name "Ungrateful" or what? You just gonna stand there like Porky Pig? Hiding behind your wife's skirt? Your ex-porn star wife's skirt!
I don't give two fucks what Jackie Big-Tits thinks, I've got enough fucking information on her. So what if she's got a pretty face, that could all change! Age changes that! See if she's still coming with a face like a prune! Aitch will be well gone by then!
I'm gonna kill you, Gal!
"Love is a serious mental disease." plato
"The revolution will not be televised." gil scott-heron
"Trust is a weakness." uplink
"Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers... and neutralize them " ratm
"Even though I'm no more than a monster - don't I, too, have the right to live?" oldboy
"Ya know they murdered X, And tried to blame it on Islam" ratm
"Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship." 1984
"When war becomes literally continuous, it also ceases to be dangerous. When war is continuous there is no such thing as military necessity. Technical progress can cease and the most palpable facts can be denied or disregarded." 1984
copypasted from facebook, outdated
im lazy
edited with sources
That's a great quote but did that make it in the film? I know it's from the book but isn't the first sentence the only part used in the film?
There might be a new film version out in 2009 though. :-\
any links or such?
Kind of like a film version of Catcher In The Rye....I don't think I could enjoy it.
i think you misread my comment :(
i've seen the original movie, was more interested about this 2009 remake
and true, a catcher in the rye book wouldn't be the same
the anime Ghost In The Shell referenced Salinger and catcher in the rye quite a lot, and they did it really well :)
Recently, it has been rumoured that another film adaptation is set to be released in 2009, however according to the IMDb it is still in development. According to Dark Horizons and Moviehole, Tim Robbins is set to direct the film version of a stage adaptation written by San Francisco Mime Troupe head writer Michael Gene Sullivan, which was performed, directed by Robbins, at the Actor's Gang in Los Angeles.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1984_%282009_film%29#Film_adaptations
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oa5z77EI8y0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8N36lX4Nj0&feature=related
"Welcome to heaven, here's your chocolate motorcycle!"
not from movie though
or something like that...
from Scarface ofcourse!
"I ain't got time to bleed."
and some random [Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas] quotes i like. <3
Sweet Stuff: You couldn't help a skunk stink! [My Little Pony]
best ever <3
Bourne is calling with landy when he says that he wants to see the girl from paris.
Bourne: I want to see the girl from paris
Landy: where can I find her?
Bourne: It's easy. She's standing right next to you
COP 1 Hey, who are you?
KORBEN The winner of the Gemini Croquette contest.
KORBEN Seven to the left. Five to the right.
COP What's he doing?
KORBEN Six to the left. One to the right.
LOC RHOD He's on vacation.
KORBEN We got to find the leader. Mangalores don't fight without a leader.
AKANIT One more shot and we start killing hostages, got that?
KORBEN Found him...
AKANIT Send someone to negotiate!
KORBEN Mind if I go? I'm an excellent negotiator.
COP 1 Uh... Sure, go ahead. We're sending someone in who's authorized to negotiate.
KORBEN Anyone else want to negotiate?
COP 2 Where'd he learn to negotiate like that?
The X Files: One Breath (#2.8)
The Cigarette Smoking Man: Don't try and threaten me, Mulder. I've watched presidents die.
Ace Ventura 2: When Nature Calls
ACE And you must be the monopoly man...thanks for the free parking.
Victor Laszlo: As you can see, it was true every single time.
Not the best I've ever heard, but a good one!
Superbad.
It's the tone of voice.
Chaos movie, that one.
Both from Superbad movie.
XDDDDDDDDDDD I have much more but can't remember!
* There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend. Those who have a loaded gun and those who dig. You dig!
* One bastard goes in, another one comes out.
* You never had a rope around your neck. Well, I'm going to tell you something. When that rope starts to pull tight, you can feel the Devil bite your ass.
* I like big fat men like you. When they fall they make more noise
one of bestest movie ever;)
ok ok... hitchhikers guide to the galaxy.
Ford: Didn't you think it was strange I was trying to shake hands with a car?
Arthur: I assumed you were drunk.
Ford: I thought cars were the dominant lifeform. I was trying to introduce myself.
if you haven't already i suggest you try and get a copy to read :), if you liked the film the book will be beyond impressive
The Dude: Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.
The Dude: Look, just stay away from my fucking lady friend.
Da Fino: Hey, I'm not messing with your special lady.
The Dude: She's not my special lady, she's my fucking lady friend. I'm just helping her conceive, man!
The Dude: Nobody calls me Lebowski. You got the wrong guy. I'm the Dude, man.
Blond Treehorn Thug: Your name's Lebowski, Lebowski. Your wife is Bunny.
The Dude: My... my wi-, my wife, Bunny? Do you see a wedding ring on my finger? Does this place look like I'm fucking married? The toilet seat's up, man!
The Dude: Ah, fuck it.
The Big Lebowski: Fuck it! Yes! That's your answer. That's your answer for everything! Tattoo it on your forehead!
[The Big Lebowski]
Woman: Oh no, there arent any proofs, and i never saw him...
Man: I never saw your cunt, and i believe u have it......
xD
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dont like the movie tho
"with great powers comes great responsibility" spiderman
"Ed: You gonna thank me then?
Shaun: For what?
Ed: Tidying up!
Shaun: Doesn't look that tidy.
Ed: Well, I had a few beers when I finished." shawn of the dead
Eric Draven: I though the police always said, "Freeze!"
Albrecht: Well, I am the police, and I say, "Don't move!" So once you move, you're dead.
Eric Draven: And I say, "I'm dead," and I move.
the crow
Coach Carter. Fucking awesome film and even more awesome quote.
-Nie...
-No wlasnie... a ja znam kogos kto byl... i opowiedzial mi to i owo... Wiesz skad przyjechali czarni do Ameryki?!?
-Z Afryki...
-No wlasnie... handlarze niewolnikow przywiezli ich z Afryki... A myslisz, ze to taka prosta sprawa wysiasc na plazy w Afryce, zlapac w siatke zwinnego, silnego murzyna i wywiezc go za ocean?!?
-Chyba nie...
-No jasne, ze nie... udalo im sie to zrobic poniewaz wywozili tylko takich co albo nie potrafili spierdolic przed siatka, albo byli najwiekszymi glabami z plemienia i wodz sprzedawal ich za paczke fajek, bo i tak nie mialby z nich pozytku. I ci wszyscy nieudacznicy pojechali do Ameryki. Pozenili sie, porobili dzieci... swiat poszedl do przodu... pojawily sie komputery, amfetamina, samoloty, ale co z tego, jezeli ich serca pompuja te sama krew, sa potomkami czlowieka, ktory na wlasnym podworku dal sie zlapac w siatke, wiec nie uwazam, ze naszym chlopakom brakuje luzu...
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There are loads of awesome quotes in this movie, check this shizzle out: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120669/quotes
Hedley Lamarr: Qualifications?
Applicant: Rape, murder, arson, and rape.
Hedley Lamarr: You said rape twice.
Applicant: I like rape.
Nicholas Garrigan: Scottish. I am Scottish.
Idi Amin: Scottish? Ha! Ha! Why didn't you say so?... Great soldiers. Very brave. And good people. Completely. let me tell you, if I could be anything instead of a Ugandan, I would be a Scot.
Nicholas Garrigan: Right... Really?
Idi Amin: He. Except for the red hair, which I'm sure is attractive to your women, but which we Africans, we find is quite disgusting.
Nicholas Garrigan: [closes eyes, spins globe] First place you land, first place you land.
[stops globe with finger, looks]
Nicholas Garrigan: Canada.
[pause. Spins globe again]
Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.
Marv: This is blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back! There's no choice left. And I'm ready for war.
Marv: Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.
Marv: The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know...
Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Marv: I had to fight some cops.
Lucille: Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?
Marv: Nah, I don't think so, but they know they been in a fight, that's for sure.
Marv: [at his own execution] Would you hurry it up? I haven't got all night.
Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.
Marv: I'm on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face. And I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it.
i'm a fanboy of Marv :o
Jules: My name's Pith. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this shit.
Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...
Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished. Well then, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country are you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of. They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'!
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What?
Jules: Say what again. Say what again, motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
"austin 'danger' powers"
"sex?"
"yes please"