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Unforgiven has a lot of those moments, but personally I like the ending when Clint has Gene down on the ground with a rifle in his face.
Little Bill Daggett: I don't deserve this... to die like this. I was building a house.
Will Munny: Deserve's got nothin' to do with it.
Little Bill Daggett: I'll see you in hell, William Munny.
Will Munny: Yeah.
Leia: This is some rescue, you came in here and you didn't have a plan for getting out?!
Han: He's the brains sweetheart!
Luke: Well I didn't! (Leia grabs Luke's blaster)
Han: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!
And so, due to rising costs of maintaining the Golden Throne, the Emperor's finest accountants spoke to the Demigurg. A deal was forged in blood and extensive paperwork for a sub-prime mortgage with a 5/1 ARM on the Imperial Palace. And lo, in the following years the housing market did tumble and the rate skyrocketed leaving the Emperor's coffers bare. A dark time has begun for the Imperium, the tithes can not keep up with the balloon payments and the Imperial Palace and its contents, including the Golden Throne, have fallen into foreclosure. With an impending auction on the horizon mankind holds its breath as it waits to see who will gain possession of the corpse-god and thus, the fate of humanity......
Ash: What are you? Are you me?
Evil Ash: Whad are do? Are do be? HAHAHAHAHAH! You sound like a jerk!
Ash: Why ya doin' this, huh?
Evil Ash: Oh, you wanna know? 'Cause the answer's easy! I'm BAD Ash... and you're GOOD Ash! You're a goody little two-shoes! Little goody two-shoes! Little goody two-shoes!
[begins to sucker-punch Ash]
Evil Ash: Goody little TWO-SHOES! Goody little TWO-SHOES! HEHEHEHEHE!
[honk honk honk]
Evil Ash: GOODY LITTLE TWO-SHOES! GOODY LITTLE...
Ash: [cocks shotgun and points it under Evil Ash's nose]
[nods head and shoots him]
Ash: Good. Bad. I'm the guy with the gun.
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Mad Doc Grotsnik wrote:GoFenris....version I've got has Ash saying 'I ain't that good' before pulling the trigger.
Different edits?
Yes, I believe that is the Overseas (from the U.S.) edit. The one I put up is the Director's Cut, the theatrical is slightly abbreviated. I actually prefer the Overseas version of the film although the only major difference is the 1st Person Camera Phantom trying to get into the windmill. Other than that a few of the lines are a bit different (at least I think those are the only differences).
I am also fond of...
Ash - "Yeah, We can win this and I'm a Chinese Fighter Pilot" (Or something very close)
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D'Argo: Fear accompanies the possibility of death. Calm shepherds its certainty.
Crichton: I love hanging with you, man.
Noranti You carry a weapon.
Crichton: Second amendment.
Crichton: Aeryn... I figure a relationship... the kind we're not having... is based on trust.
Aeryn: I'm so sorry.
Crichton: Yah. Me too. Cause you don't trust me. So, I don't know how to trust you.
Aeryn: I think I've earned your trust.
Crichton: I would put my life... in your hands... but not my heart.
Rygel: Trust me, I wouldn't have risen to Dominar if I wasn't good at recognizing things before they happen.
Pilot: You were deposed in a coup led by your own cousin.
[D'Argo is mortally wounded and elects to stay behind to hold off the Scarrans.]
Crichton: You're the closest friend I have.
D'Argo: You could have done better.
Crichton: Nowhere in the universe.
D'Argo: You've got a lot of life to live, John. Do big things. (pause) Do me a favor.
Crichton: Name it.
D'Argo: Chiana
Crichton: I'll look after her...I'll take care...Nothing will happen to...
Crichton:The first Scarran you see, you tell him who his daddy is. Tell him, D'Argo.
[A few scenes later, the Charrids & Scarrans attack.]
D'Argo:I'm your daddy!
[D'Argo starts blasting.]
Some others
McCoy: I may throw up on you.
Kirk: I think these things are pretty safe.
McCoy: Don't pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait till you're sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you're still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.
Kirk: Well I hate to break it to you but Starfleet operates in space.
McCoy: Yeah well, I got nowhere else to go. The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. All I've got left is my bones.
Data: She brought me closer to humanity than I ever thought possible, and for a time...I was tempted by her offer.
Jean-Luc Picard: How long a time?
Data: Zero point six eight seconds, sir. For an android, that is nearly an eternity.
"That's not an Ork, its a girl.." - Last words of High General Daran Ul'tharem, battle of Ursha VII.
Two White Horses (Ipswich Town and Denver Broncos Supporter)
Ridcully: No sense in bein' bashful about goin' bald . Anyway, you know what they say about bald me Dean. Dean: Yes, they say "Look at him, He's got no hair.".
Rincewind: Oh no, not- Death: OF COURSE, WHAT'S SO BLOODY VEXING ABOUT THE WHOLE BUISNESS IS THAT I WAS EXPECTING TO MEET THEE IN PSEUDOPOLIS. Rincewind: But that's Five hundred miles away! Death: YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME, THE SYSTEM'S GOT SCREWED UP AGAIN. I CAN SEE THAT.
Avitus: We will blaze a trail of blood straight to his location! Cyrus: Keep talking and the blood will be ours.
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Ash: First ya wanna kill me, then ya wanna kiss me.............blow.
And so, due to rising costs of maintaining the Golden Throne, the Emperor's finest accountants spoke to the Demigurg. A deal was forged in blood and extensive paperwork for a sub-prime mortgage with a 5/1 ARM on the Imperial Palace. And lo, in the following years the housing market did tumble and the rate skyrocketed leaving the Emperor's coffers bare. A dark time has begun for the Imperium, the tithes can not keep up with the balloon payments and the Imperial Palace and its contents, including the Golden Throne, have fallen into foreclosure. With an impending auction on the horizon mankind holds its breath as it waits to see who will gain possession of the corpse-god and thus, the fate of humanity......
*Drebin surprises Vincent and Jane at a formal party*
Vincent Ludwig: Drebin!
Jane Spencer: Frank!
Frank Drebin: You're both right.
Or...
Frank Drebin: I'm sorry we didn't get here any sooner but your husband wasn't dead then.
Armies:
(CSM/HH) - Iron Warriors; Death Guard; World Eaters; Night Lords
IG - Vestfalian Expeditionary
Force (Solar Auxilia - HH)
SM - Blades of Inaros (Homebrew)
DE - Kabal of Ouroboros
Rumack: Can you fly this plane, and land it?
Ted Striker: Surely you can't be serious.
Rumack: I am serious... and don't call me Shirley.
Later on in the movie..
Rumack: I won't deceive you, Mr. Striker. We're running out of time.
Ted Striker: Surely there must be something you can do.
Rumack: I'm doing everything I can... and stop calling me Shirley.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
Australia (Recently ravaged by the Hive Fleet Ginger Overlord)
Road to Eldorado (I was kid, so sue me.)
After being set-adrift in the middle of the ocean with a small dingy and no food.
Miguel: Well at least it can't get any-
*Starts to Rain Heavily*
Tulio: Worse? Were you just about to say worse?
Miguel:What? No, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Tulio: You were, weren't you? You were about to say worse!
Smacks wrote:
After the game, pack up all your miniatures, then slap the guy next to you on the ass and say.
Sarge: May I introduce, our new light reconnaissance vehicle. It has four inch armor plating, maaag buffer suspension, a mounted machine gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentlemen, this is the M12-LRV! I like to call it the Warthog. Simmons: Why 'Warthog' sir? Sarge: Because M12-LRV is too hard to say in conversation, son. Grif: No, but... why 'Warthog'? I mean, it doesn't really look like a pig... Sarge: Say that again? Grif: I think it looks more like a puma. Sarge: What in sam hell is a puma? Simmons: Uh... you mean like the shoe company? Grif: No, like a puma. It's a big cat. Like a lion. Sarge: You're making that up. Grif: I'm telling you, it's a real animal! Sarge: Simmons, I want you to poison Grif's next meal. Simmons: Yes sir! Sarge: Look, see these two tow hooks? They look like tusks. And what kind of animal has tusks? Grif: A walrus. Sarge: Didn't I just tell you to stop making up animals?
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People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made.
Australia (Recently ravaged by the Hive Fleet Ginger Overlord)
LOL
Another from Red vs Blue.
Serge is badly wounded and is talking to Church (who is deas) in dreamland.
Serge: Aw, no. *sniffle* And I never even got the chance to tell Griff that I was his father...
Church: Wait, the Orange Guy is your son?
Serge: Nah, I just wanted to screw with him one last time. But now I'll never get that chance.
Smacks wrote:
After the game, pack up all your miniatures, then slap the guy next to you on the ass and say.
[Randal reads a newspaper while a customer studies two rental choices.]
Customer: They say so much, but they never tell you if it's any good.
[Randal continues reading, not even ackowledging her]
Customer: Are either of these any good?
[Randal continues to read.]
Customer: Sir!
Randal: What?
Customer: Are either of these any good?
Randal: I don't watch movies.
Customer: Well, have you heard anything about either of them?
Randal: No.
Customer: You've never heard anybody say anything about either movie?
Randal: I find it's best to stay out of other people's affairs.
[The customer turns around, then turns back with the same two movies]
Customer: Well, how about these two movies?
[Randal still never looks up.]
Randal: They suck!
Customer: I just held up the same two movies. You're not even paying attention.
Randal: No, I wasn't.
Customer: I don't think your manager would appreciate...
Randal: I don't appreciate your ruse, ma'am.
Customer: I beg your pardon?
Randal: Your ruse. Your cunning attempt to trick me.
Customer: I only pointed out that you weren't paying any attention to what I was saying.
Randal: I hope it feels good.
Customer: You hope what feels good?
Randal: I hope it feels so good to be right. There is nothing more exhilarating than pointing out the shortcomings of others, is there?
Customer: Well this is the last time I ever rent here...
Randal: You'll be missed.
Customer: Screw you!
[The customer storms out. Randal runs out into the street.]
Randal: Hey you're not allowed to rent here anymore!
Jay: Yeah!
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Gwar! wrote:Debate it all you want, I just report what the rules actually say. It's up to others to tie their panties in a Knot. I stopped caring long ago.
True Romance, Christopher Walken as Vincenzo Coccotti and Dennis Hopper as Clarence Worley
Vincenzo Coccotti: You know who I am, Mr. Worley?
Clifford Worley: I got no idea.
Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?
Clifford Worley: I heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully it means we can cut out the part of the conversation where you're wondering how full of gak I am. Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guys got seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen... but, if you know them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin', but you're tellin me everything. I know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage you won't walk away from.
Clifford Worley: I haven't seen Clarence.
Coccotti: You see that?
[Holding a clenched fist, then striking Clifford]
Coccotti: That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose. Feths you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again. We talked to your neighbors. They saw a Cadillac. Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, you seen your son?
Clifford Worley: You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford Worley: Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things... about history. I find that gak fascinating. Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by ni**ers.
Coccotti: Come again?
Clifford Worley: It's a fact. Yeah. You see, uh, Sicilians have, uh, black blood pumpin' through their hearts. Hey, no, if eh, if eh, if you don't believe me, uh, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, uh, you see, uh, the Moors conquered Sicily. And the Moors are ni**ers.
Coccotti: Yes...
Clifford Worley: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much fethin' with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that ni**er gene. Now this...
[Coccotti busts out laughing]
Clifford Worley: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti: [Laughing] I love this guy.
Clifford Worley: Your ancestors are ni**ers. Uh-huh.
[Starts laughing, too]
Clifford Worley: Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fethed a ni**er, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-ni**er kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
[All laugh and Coccotti kills Worley with a gun]
Coccotti: I haven't killed anybody since 1984. Gawddamn his soul to burn for eternity in fething hell for making me get my hands dirty. Go over to this comedian's son's apartment, come back with something that tells me where that a$$hole went, so I can wipe this egg off my face and finish this fethed-up family for good.
It is important to note the context of this scene. Worley knew he was going to be tortured and killed so he provoked Coccotti so that Coccotti would kill him right away. Great, great scene in an overall meh film. Also, I hope I got it in the right order and fixed all of the bad words.
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From Ghost World;
Enid: We need to find a place where you can go to meet women who share your interests.
Seymour: Maybe I don't want to meet someone who shares my interests. I hate my interests.
From Bad Santa;
Bob Chipeska:Forgive me for prying, but did one of you, um, fornicate...
Willie: Fornicate?
Bob Chipeska: Yes. With a heavy-set woman in the big-and-tall dressing room?
Willie: Look, I've boned a lot of fat chicks in my time, sure. But, as far back as I can remember, I've never fornicated anybody.
From The Thin Red Line;
Lt Colonel Tall: I don't think you're tough enough. You're too soft. You're just too softhearted. You're not tough-fibred enough. Anyway, it's my decision to make. I've already made it.
Captain Staros: I don't like to see my men get killed, sir. Have you ever had anyone die in your arms, sir? Have you?
Lt Colonel Tall: I don't see any reason to make a scandal out of this. I don't want it in the records of the battalion. There's no reason for you to have it on yours. This has nothing to do with cowardice or inefficiency. Look at this jungle. Look at those vines, the way they twine around the trees, swallowing everything. Nature's cruel, Staros. I'm going to let you apply for reassignment to the Judge Advocate General Corps for reasons of ill health. You're a lawyer. You had malaria yet?
Captain Staros: No, I haven't.
Lt Colonel Tall: Doesn't matter. I can fix that. Anyway, you probably will have it. I'm also recommending you for the Silver Star, And I'II recommend it in such a way it definitely won't be refused. might as well have the Purple Heart, too.
From The Lion in Winter;
Prince John: Poor John. Who says poor John? Don't everybody sob at once! My God, if I went up in flames there's not a living soul who'd pee on me to put the fire out!
Prince Richard: Let's strike a flint and see.
Prince John: A knife! He's got a knife!
Eleanor: Of course he has a knife, he always has a knife, we all have knives! It's 1183 and we're barbarians!
Eleanor: And when you die, which is regrettable but necessary, what will happen to frail Alais and her pruny prince? You can't think Richard's going to wait for your grotesque to grow.
Henry II: You wouldn't let him do a thing like that.
Eleanor: Let him? I'd push him through the nursery door.
Henry II: You're not that cruel.
Eleanor: Don't fret. We'll wait until you're dead to do it.
Henry II: Eleanor, what do you want?
Eleanor: Just what you want, a king for a son. You can make more, I can't. You think I want to disappear? One son is all I've got, and you can blot him out and call me cruel? For these ten years you've lived with everything I've lost, and loved another woman through it all, and I am cruel? I could peel you like a pear and God himself would call it justice!
“We may observe that the government in a civilized country is much more expensive than in a barbarous one; and when we say that one government is more expensive than another, it is the same as if we said that that one country is farther advanced in improvement than another. To say that the government is expensive and the people not oppressed is to say that the people are rich.”
Adam Smith, who must have been some kind of leftie or something.
I won't type it all out as it would be a serious wall'o'text, but the logical argument about iocaine powder in The Princess Bride has to be one of the greatest pieces of dialogue ever committed to film.
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Gwar! wrote:Debate it all you want, I just report what the rules actually say. It's up to others to tie their panties in a Knot. I stopped caring long ago.
FITZZ wrote: This scence contains some of my favorite dialogue exchange.
Caution,profanity & Violence.
Seriously? The exchange between Jewls and Vincent as they walked from the car to Brett's apartment was much better, but that would probably get a melon-fether banned from the whole fething' internet if it appeared on Dakka.
Jenkins: You don't have jurisdiction here!
Smith Jamison: We aren't here, which means when we open up on you and shred your bodies with automatic fire then this will never have happened.
About the Clans: "Those brief outbursts of sense can't hold back the wave of sibko bred, over hormoned sociopaths that they crank out though."
J.Black wrote:I won't type it all out as it would be a serious wall'o'text, but the logical argument about iocaine powder in The Princess Bride has to be one of the greatest pieces of dialogue ever committed to film.
You mean this one...
Man in Black: All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right... and who is dead.
Vizzini: But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You've made your decision then?
Vizzini: Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.
Man in Black: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.
Vizzini: Wait til I get going! Now, where was I?
Man in Black: Australia.
Vizzini: Yes, Australia. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You're just stalling now.
Vizzini: You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong, so you could've put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You're trying to trick me into giving away something. It won't work.
Vizzini: IT HAS WORKED! YOU'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING AWAY! I KNOW WHERE THE POISON IS!
Man in Black: Then make your choice.
Vizzini: I will, and I choose - What in the world can that be?
Vizzini: [Vizzini gestures up and away from the table. Roberts looks. Vizzini swaps the goblets]
Man in Black: What? Where? I don't see anything.
Vizzini: Well, I- I could have sworn I saw something. No matter.First, let's drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.
Man in Black, Vizzini: [Vizzini and the Man in Black drink ]
Man in Black: You guessed wrong.
Vizzini: You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders - The most famous of which is "never get involved in a land war in Asia" - but only slightly less well-known is this: "Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line"! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...
Vizzini: [Vizzini stops suddenly,his smile frozen on his face and falls to the right out of camera dead]
Buttercup: And to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.
Man in Black: They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder.
Yes, this is a great one! Hint: IMDB.com for all the great (copy & paste) movie quotes.
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-to many points to bother to count.
