[NephilimAzrael]

Enter in here your favourite Quotes from films:

And please do give a little reasoning to it.. Even if it is just "Oh riiiggghhhttt" or "nuff said". Though I do hope INTJs remain dignified in here. As the saying goes:
"You don't pass excrement in the allocated nutrient reception location".

"I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly." & "I'm a man who discovered the wheel, and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal...and brawn! That's what kind of man I am. You're just a woman with a small brain. With a brain a third the size of us. It's science." - Ron Brugundy



" Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident! I stabbed a man in the heart!"-Brick Tamland

"[unveiling the Sex Panther] No, she gets a special cologne... It's called Sex Panther by Odeon. It's illegal in nine countries... Yep, it's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good. [...] They've done studies, you know. Sixty percent of the time, it works every time." - Brian Fantana

"It's Anchor MAN, not Anchor Lady! It's a scientific fact!" - Champ Kind
(Anchorman)
REASON: Its one of the best comedies in a long time.

"No one makes me bleed my own blood!"
- White Goodmen (Dodgeball)
REASON: Well, Come on.

"When I was a little kid, my mother told me not to stare into the sun, so when I was six I did"
- Maximillian Cohen (Pi)
REASON: It is rather descriptive of my temperament.

"How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd." (quoted from Alexander Pope)
- Mary (Eternal Sunshine of a spotless mind)
REASON: Such an apt quote for the theme of the film.

Brett: [to Jules] Look, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got yours, uh, Vincent, right? But I--I didn't get yours.
Jules: My name is Pitt, and your ass ain't talking your way outta this shit.
Brett: [rising]: No, no, no. I just want you to know how-- [Jules motions him to sit down] I just want you to know how sorry we are that that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. It, we-we got into this thing with the best intentions. I never inte--
[Jules shoots Flock-of-Seagulls, Brett recoils in horror]
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue. You were sayin' something about "best intentions"? What's the matter? Oh, y-you were finished? Oh, well allow me to retort!
[Jules looks pretty upset]
Jules: What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: [overturns the small table in the room] 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 saying. Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What?
Jules: [points gun at Brett] Say "what" again. Say "what" again! I dare you! I double-dare you, motherfucker! Say "what" one more goddamn time!
Brett: He-he's black.
Jules: Go on!
Brett: He's bald.
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?!
Jules: [shoots Brett in the shoulder, Brett screams] Does... he look...like a bitch?!
Brett: [in pain] No-o!
Jules: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't!
Jules: Yes, you did! Yes, you did, Brett! You tried to fuck him, and Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace. - From Pulp Fiction
Reason: Need I say anything to contribute to this? NO

[HannibalLecter]

From Se7en:
William Somerset: No witnesses of any kind.
David Mills: Which I don't get, because the fucker had to get back out.
William Somerset: Well, in any major city, minding your own business is a science. First thing they teach women in rape prevention is never cry for help. Always yell "fire". Nobody answers to "help". You holler "fire", they come running.
David Mills: That's fucked up.

[L'Empereur]

"Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm."

The Empire Strikes Back

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V."

V For Vendetta

"Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? "

"Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. But... I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time. I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite... "

Fight Club

"This is the girl"

"I got the pool, she got the pool-man.

Mulholland Drive

Sixty percent of the time, it works every time.

Anchorman

[Havoc]

'What's your name fatbuddy?'
'Sir, Leonard Lawrence, Sir.'
'Lawrence? Lawrence what, of Arabia?'
'Sir, no, Sir.'
'That name sounds like royalty, are you royalty?'
'Sir, no, Sir.'
'Do you suck dicks?' (Epic conversation U-turn)
'Sir, no, Sir.'
'Bullshit! I bet you could suck a golfball through a garden hose.'

Funny scene from a legendary movie.
Reasoning: well it made me laugh like hell and it's a great movie

Full Metal Jacket if you hadn't guessed already.

[Filo]

Pulp fiction, after the rape scene:
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.

Sheer genius, that insult.

[Eternal Realm]

From Alfred Hitchcock's 1948 film, Rope.

Rupert: After all, murder is---or should be---an art. Not one of the ‘seven lively,’ perhaps, but an art nevertheless. And, as such, the privilege of committing it should be reserved for those few who are really superior individuals.
Brandon: And the victims: inferior beings whose lives are unimportant anyway.
Rupert: Obviously. Now, mind you, I don’t hold with the extremists who feel that there should be open season for murder all year round. No, personally, I would prefer to have...“Cut a Throat Week”...or, uh, “Strangulation Day.”
Mr. Kentley: Probably a symptom of approaching senility, but I must confess, I really don’t appreciate this...morbid humour.
Rupert: Well, the humour was unintentional.
Mr. Kentley: You’re not serious about these theories.
Brandon: Of course he is.
Mr. Kentley: Oh, you’re both pulling my leg.
Brandon: No. Why do you think that?
Mr. Kentley: Well, Brandon, the notion that murder is an art, which a few superior beings should be allowed to practice---
Rupert: In season.
Mr. Kentley: Now I know you’re not serious.
Rupert: But I am. I’m a very serious fellow.
Mr. Kentley: Then may I ask who is to decide that a human being is inferior, and is therefore, a suitable victim for murder?
Brandon: The few who are privileged to commit murder.
Mr. Kentley: And just who might they be?
Brandon: Oh, myself, Phillip...possibly Rupert.
Rupert: I’m sorry Kenneth, you’re out.
Mr. Kentley: Gentlemen, I’m serious.
Brandon: So are we, Mr. Kentley. The few are those men of such intellectual and cultural superiority that they’re above the traditional ‘moral’ concepts. Good and evil, right and wrong, were invented for the ordinary, average man, the inferior man, because he needs them.
Mr. Kentley: Then obviously you agree with Nietzsche and his theory of the superman.
Brandon: Yes, I do.
Mr. Kentley: So did Hitler.
Brandon: Hitler was a paranoid savage. His superman, all fascist supermen, were brainless murderers. I’d hang any who are left. But, then you see, I’d hang them first for being stupid. I’d hang all incompetents and fools anyway; there are far too many in the world.
Mr. Kentley: Then perhaps you should hang me, Brandon, for I’m convinced that I’m so stupid I don’t know whether you’re all serious or not. But, in any case, I’d rather not hear any more of your...forgive me---contempt for humanity, and for the standards of a world I believe is civilized.
Brandon: Civilized?!
Mr. Kentley: Yes.
Brandon: Perhaps what is called civilization is hypocrisy.
Mr. Kentley: Perhaps.

[Hemoglobin]

Moderator: Please change the spelling of the title.

[NastyCat]

Moderator: Please change the spelling of the title.

Hahahaha!

Now to make a movie out of it. :O

[bethdeth]

Angel Heart
Louis Cypher: No matter how quietly you sneak up to the mirror,your reflection looks you straight in the eyes.


Monty Python and the Holy Grail
King Arthur: I am your king.
Peasant Woman: Well, I didn't vote for you.
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Peasant Woman: Well, how'd you become king, then?
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.
Dennis the Peasant: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis the Peasant: You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

[wonderfert]

Serenity

Wash: This landing is gonna get pretty interesting.
Mal: Define "interesting."
Wash: Oh God, oh God, we're all going to die?

Army of Darkness

Ash: Allright you primitive screwheads, listen up! You see this? This...is my boomstick! The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about a hundred and nine, ninety five. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that?

and my personal favorite, from Jaws

Quint: Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte...just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark go away...but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark look right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark...he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living...until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then...ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and hollerin', they all come in and they...rip you to pieces. You know, by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Venture saw us. He swung in low and he saw us...he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened...waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water, three hundred sixteen men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.