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What about Heat and the classic scene at the coffee shop

 

Vincent Hanna: You know, we are sitting here, you and I, like a couple of regular fellas. You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do. And now that we've been face to face, if I'm there and I gotta put you away, I won't like it. But I tell you, if it's between you and some poor plonker whose wife you're gonna turn into a widow, brother, you are going down.

Neil McCauley: There is a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We've been face to face, yeah. But I will not hesitate. Not for a second

 

 

 

:no::no:

 

And lets not forget.....

 

" We're going to need a bigger boat"

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"I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal."

 

"I want this guy dead! I want his family dead! I want his house burned to the ground! I want to go there in the middle of the night and p*** on his ashes!" - Untouchables

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Jules in Pulp Fuction-

 

Now this is the situation normally both of your ***** would be dead as ******' fried chicken but you happened to pull this **** while I'm in a transitional period. I don't wanna kill ya, I want to help ya. But I'm afraid I can't give you the case. It don't belong to me. Besides, I went through to much **** this morning on account of this case to just hand it over to your dumb***.

 

 

:no::no::no: GENIOUS!

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Another from Jaws,

 

"I can do what I like, I am the chief of police"

 

 

 

:no: "And we like to go swimmin' with bow-legged wimmin"

 

 

Cough it's "Here's to swimin with bow-legged wimmin"

 

Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies,

Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;

For we've received orders for to sail for ol' England,

But we hope in a short time to see you again.

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,

We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea.

Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.

 

We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'west, boys

We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;

'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom,

So we squared our main yard and up channel did make.

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,

We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea.

Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.

 

The first land we sighted was called the Dodman,

Next Rame Head off Plymouth, off Portsmouth the Wight;

We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover,

And then we bore up for the South Foreland light.

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,

We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea.

Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.

 

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor,

And all in the Downs that night for to lie;

Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper!

Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly!

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,

We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea.

Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.

 

Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,

And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass;

We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,

And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,

We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea.

Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.

 

.........

..........

.........

...

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SO HOW MANY OF YOU ARE SINGING :no:?

 

all the best yis yp :no:

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crimson tide , a classic

 

Capt. Frank Ramsey: From Portugal, the Lippizaner stallions, the most highly trained horses in the world--they're all white.

Lt. Cmdr. Hunter: Yes, sir.

Capt. Frank Ramsey: "Yes, sir," you're aware they're all white? Or, "yes, sir," you're seen them?

Lt. Cmdr. Hunter: Yes, sir, I've seen them. Yes, sir, I'm aware they're all white. They're not from Portugal, they're from Spain. And, at birth they're not white, they're black . . . sir.

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has to be the best movie of all time

 

 

Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big **** 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, ***** 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 *****, 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.

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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: Eight-four carats.

Rosebud: Where?

Cousin Abraham 'Avi' Denovitz: London.

Rosebud: London?

Cousin Abraham 'Avi' Denovitz: London.

Jeweler: London?

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

-----

Harold: I think you've let him get away with enough already, Governor.

Brick Top Polford: It can get you in a lot of trouble thinking, Harold. I shouldn't do so much of it.

-----

Harold: That sounds like hostility, doesn't it John.

John: And we don't like hostility, do we Harold?

Harold: No, we don't, John.

-----

Turkish: It turns out that the sweet-talking, tattoo-sporting ***** was a Gypsy bare-knuckle boxing champion, which makes him harder than a coffin nail. Right now, that's the last thing on Tommy's mind. If Gorgeous doesn't wake up in the next few minutes, Tommy knows he'll be buried with him. Why would the Gypsies want to go with the trouble explaining why a man died in their campsite? Not when they could just bury the pair of them and just move camp. It's not like they got social security numbers, is it? Tommy the *** is praying. And, if he isn't, he fu**ing should be.

-----

Vinny: What's the matter with that space over there?

Tyrone: It's too tight.

Vinny: "Too tight?" You could land a jumbo-fu**ing-jet in there!

-----

Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George.

Brick Top Polford: You're going to have to repeat that.

Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George.

Brick Top Polford: Well, where'd you lose him?! He ain't a set of fu**ing car keys, is he? And, it's not as if he's incon-fu**ing-spicuous, now is it?

-----

Cousin Abraham 'Avi' Denovitz: Shut up and sit down you big bald fu**! I don't like leaving my own country, Doug. And, I especially don't like leaving it for anything less than warm sandy beaches and cocktails with little straw hats.

Doug 'The Head' Denovitz: We've got sandy beaches.

Cousin Abraham 'Avi' Denovitz: So, who the fu** wants to see 'em?!

-----

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.

-----

Turkish: Now, ****** are well known for their skills of negotiation and business. It's probably the reason they talk like they do . . . so you can't follow much of what is being said. But, if Tommy can get the caravan for less than the price asked, on his return there will be an ice cream waiting.

-----

Brick Top Polford: Go and put the kettle on.

Turkish: You take sugar?

Brick Top Polford: No thanks, Turkish. I'm sweet enough.

-----

Turkish: Now, there is a problem with ****** or Gypsies: you can't really understand much of what's being said. It's not Irish, it's not English, it's just . . . well, it's just *****.

-----

Turkish: It's rumored that Brick Top's favorite means of dispatch involves: a stun-gun, a plastic bag, a roll of tape, and a pack of hungry pigs.

-----

Turkish: Everybody knows Doug the Head. If it's stones and it's stolen, Doug's the man to speak to. Pretends he's Jewish. Whishes he was Jewish. Even tells his family they're Jewish. But, he's as Jewish as he is a fu**in' monkey. He thinks it's good for business . . . and in the diamond business, it is good for business.

-----

Sol: It's a moissanite.

Bad Boy Lincoln: A whatinite?

Sol: Moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. Spurious. Not genuine. And, it's worth . . . fu**all.

-----

Sol: What's that?

Vinny: Ha, ha, this is a shotgun, Sol.

Sol: It's a fu**ing antiaircraft gun, Vincent!

Vinny: Yeah, well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I?

Sol: You'll raise hell, never mind pulses.

-----

Tommy: I didn't expect him to get hurt.

Turkish: You put the man in a bare-knuckle boxing match. What the fu** did you expect: a grease down and a shiatsu?!

-----

Vinny: I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the fu** can he getaway from?!

-----

Tyrone: I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats.

Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.

-----

Tommy: You said get a good deal.

Turkish: I fail to recognize the correlation between losing ten-grand, hospitalizing Gorgeous and "a good deal."

-----

Turkish: What's happening with those sausages, Charlie?

Sausage Charlie: Five minutes, Turkish.

Turkish: It was "two minutes" five minutes ago.

-----

Turkish: Boris the Blade. Or, Boris the Bullet-Dodger. As bent as the Soviet sickle and as hard as the hammer that crosses it. Apparently, it's just impossible to kill the plonker.

-----

Brick Top Polford: If I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I'm walking and I'll cut your fu**ing Jacob's off.

-----

Turkish: [W]ho the fu** are we going to replace him with?

Tommy: What about John the Gun or Mad Fist Willy?

Turkish: You're not exactly Mr. Current Affairs, are you Tommy? Mad Fist went mad, and the Gun, shot himself.

-----

Brick Top Polford: I don't care if he's Mohamed "I'm Hard" Bruce Lee!

-----

Tommy: Is he allowed to do that?

Turkish: It's an unlicensed boxing match, not a tickling competition. These lads are out to hurt each other.

-----

Mickey O'Neil: J'like dags?

Tommy: "Dags?"

Mickey O'Neil: What?

Mickey O'Neil's Mother: Yeah, dags.

Mickey O'Neil: Dags, ya like dags?

Tommy: Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more.

-----

Turkish: Tommy . . . Brick Top "loves" Tommy.

-----

Gorgeous George: Oh, I fu**in' hate ******.

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  the last engineer said:
has to be the best movie of all time

 

 

Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big **** 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, ***** 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 *****, 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: Eight-four carats.

Rosebud: Where?

Cousin Abraham 'Avi' Denovitz: London.

Rosebud: London?

Cousin Abraham 'Avi' Denovitz: London.

Jeweler: London?

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

-----

Harold: I think you've let him get away with enough already, Governor.

Brick Top Polford: It can get you in a lot of trouble thinking, Harold. I shouldn't do so much of it.

-----

Harold: That sounds like hostility, doesn't it John.

John: And we don't like hostility, do we Harold?

Harold: No, we don't, John.

-----

Turkish: It turns out that the sweet-talking, tattoo-sporting ***** was a Gypsy bare-knuckle boxing champion, which makes him harder than a coffin nail. Right now, that's the last thing on Tommy's mind. If Gorgeous doesn't wake up in the next few minutes, Tommy knows he'll be buried with him. Why would the Gypsies want to go with the trouble explaining why a man died in their campsite? Not when they could just bury the pair of them and just move camp. It's not like they got social security numbers, is it? Tommy the *** is praying. And, if he isn't, he fu**ing should be.

-----

Vinny: What's the matter with that space over there?

Tyrone: It's too tight.

Vinny: "Too tight?" You could land a jumbo-fu**ing-jet in there!

-----

Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George.

Brick Top Polford: You're going to have to repeat that.

Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George.

Brick Top Polford: Well, where'd you lose him?! He ain't a set of fu**ing car keys, is he? And, it's not as if he's incon-fu**ing-spicuous, now is it?

-----

Cousin Abraham 'Avi' Denovitz: Shut up and sit down you big bald fu**! I don't like leaving my own country, Doug. And, I especially don't like leaving it for anything less than warm sandy beaches and cocktails with little straw hats.

Doug 'The Head' Denovitz: We've got sandy beaches.

Cousin Abraham 'Avi' Denovitz: So, who the fu** wants to see 'em?!

-----

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.

-----

Turkish: Now, ****** are well known for their skills of negotiation and business. It's probably the reason they talk like they do . . . so you can't follow much of what is being said. But, if Tommy can get the caravan for less than the price asked, on his return there will be an ice cream waiting.

-----

Brick Top Polford: Go and put the kettle on.

Turkish: You take sugar?

Brick Top Polford: No thanks, Turkish. I'm sweet enough.

-----

Turkish: Now, there is a problem with ****** or Gypsies: you can't really understand much of what's being said. It's not Irish, it's not English, it's just . . . well, it's just *****.

-----

Turkish: It's rumored that Brick Top's favorite means of dispatch involves: a stun-gun, a plastic bag, a roll of tape, and a pack of hungry pigs.

-----

Turkish: Everybody knows Doug the Head. If it's stones and it's stolen, Doug's the man to speak to. Pretends he's Jewish. Whishes he was Jewish. Even tells his family they're Jewish. But, he's as Jewish as he is a fu**in' monkey. He thinks it's good for business . . . and in the diamond business, it is good for business.

-----

Sol: It's a moissanite.

Bad Boy Lincoln: A whatinite?

Sol: Moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. Spurious. Not genuine. And, it's worth . . . fu**all.

-----

Sol: What's that?

Vinny: Ha, ha, this is a shotgun, Sol.

Sol: It's a fu**ing antiaircraft gun, Vincent!

Vinny: Yeah, well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I?

Sol: You'll raise hell, never mind pulses.

-----

Tommy: I didn't expect him to get hurt.

Turkish: You put the man in a bare-knuckle boxing match. What the fu** did you expect: a grease down and a shiatsu?!

-----

Vinny: I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the fu** can he getaway from?!

-----

Tyrone: I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats.

Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.

-----

Tommy: You said get a good deal.

Turkish: I fail to recognize the correlation between losing ten-grand, hospitalizing Gorgeous and "a good deal."

-----

Turkish: What's happening with those sausages, Charlie?

Sausage Charlie: Five minutes, Turkish.

Turkish: It was "two minutes" five minutes ago.

-----

Turkish: Boris the Blade. Or, Boris the Bullet-Dodger. As bent as the Soviet sickle and as hard as the hammer that crosses it. Apparently, it's just impossible to kill the plonker.

-----

Brick Top Polford: If I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I'm walking and I'll cut your fu**ing Jacob's off.

-----

Turkish: [W]ho the fu** are we going to replace him with?

Tommy: What about John the Gun or Mad Fist Willy?

Turkish: You're not exactly Mr. Current Affairs, are you Tommy? Mad Fist went mad, and the Gun, shot himself.

-----

Brick Top Polford: I don't care if he's Mohamed "I'm Hard" Bruce Lee!

-----

Tommy: Is he allowed to do that?

Turkish: It's an unlicensed boxing match, not a tickling competition. These lads are out to hurt each other.

-----

Mickey O'Neil: J'like dags?

Tommy: "Dags?"

Mickey O'Neil: What?

Mickey O'Neil's Mother: Yeah, dags.

Mickey O'Neil: Dags, ya like dags?

Tommy: Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more.

-----

Turkish: Tommy . . . Brick Top "loves" Tommy.

-----

Gorgeous George: Oh, I fu**in' hate ******.

 

 

I think this and 90% of all threads that have been posted are not so to speak film quotes. This one here is a full bl88dy chapter. Your missing the conception of what a famous film quote should be. Sorry TLE not being picky but you are way way off the mark to what a film quote should be

 

A example for the ones who want to quote chapter andverse(yes we can all copy & paste)

 

Made it, Ma! Top of the world!"

 

Simple really

 

Jonno

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I think this and 90% of all threads that have been posted are not so to speak film quotes. This one here is a full bl88dy chapter. Your missing the conception of what a famous film quote should be. Sorry TLE not being picky but you are way way off the mark to what a film quote should be

 

A example for the ones who want to quote chapter andverse(yes we can all copy & paste)

 

Made it, Ma! Top of the world!"

 

Simple really

 

Jonno

 

sorry to have upset you jonno, but as you pointed out 90% are not compliant, it wasnt realy a steadfast rule was it ? guys have only posted things they like, dont you think ? no harm done is there.

 

and your not being to picky either i never did like Mark anyway :P :blink: :good::lol:

 

 

Martin ;)

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