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anything wednesday or debbie says on addams family values
Wednesday: I don't want to be in the pageant. Gary: Don't you want me to realize my vision? Wednesday: Your work is puerile and under-dramatized. You lack any sense of structure, character, or the Aristotelian unities. Gary: Young lady, I am getting just a tad tired of your attitude problem. Amanda: Is that your bathing suit? Wednesday: Is that your overbite? Gary: One of you will be the drowning victim and the one will be our lifesaver. Amanda: I'll be the victim! Wednesday: All your life. Wednesday: Wait! We cannot break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, and you will play golf, and eat hot hors d'oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They said do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller. And for all of these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground. Uncle Fester: I'm her husband. Debbie: Fester! Uncle Fester: Gimme a kiss. Debbie: Gimme a twenty. |
A few more....
The Full Monty Dave: No. And they won't say nowt about your personality neither. Which is good 'cause you're basically a bastard. Bollocks to your personality - this is what they're looking at, right? And I'll tell you summat, mate. Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream there is none. Animal House Jennings: Don't write this down, but I find Milton probably as boring as you find Milton. Mrs. Milton found him boring too. He's a little bit long-winded, he doesn't translate very well into our generation and his jokes are terrible (bell rings)....but that doesn't relieve you of your responsibility for this material. Now I am waiting for reports from some of you...listen...I'm not joking. This is my job! Jaws Brody: It doesn't make any sense when you pay a guy like you to watch sharks. Hooper: Well, it doesn't make much sense for a guy who hates the water to live on an island either. Brody: It's only an island if you look at it from the water. Hooper: That makes a lot of sense. Wonder Boys Grady: She's a transvestite. Crabtree: You're stoned. Grady: She's still a transvestite. James Leer: Now that is a big trunk. It holds a tuba, a suitcase, a dead dog and a garment bag almost perfectly. Grady: That's just what they used to say in the ads. |
"anti-fat-bastard cream there is none." lol!!:D i never liked that film as a whole much tho and i was disappointed you didnt get to see owt at the end :( :(
Tiffany: Auday duay dumbalar. Give me the power, I beg of you. Auday duay dumbalar. Give me the power, I beg of you. La mwar de sway de pwa de yo. Se swa seten de pwa de mor. Auday deway dum balar. Awake! Awake! Awake! Awake! Awake! Awake! Chucky: What would Martha Stewart say? Tiffany: Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha Stewart can kiss my shiny plastic butt! I've spent all day over a hot stove, making cookies and making Swedish meatballs, and for what? A man who doesn't appreciate me! A man who can't even wash one fucking dish! A man who isn't even a man at all where it counts if you get my drift! -to Jade- Believe me honey, plastic is no substitute for a nice hunk of wood! Chucky: I didn't hear her complaining last night.Any guy who is a big hunk of plastic is probably battery operated to get a reaction out of you in bed. And by the way, where the hell did you learn to bake? |
Captain Spaulding in The Devils Rejects:
"If you're gonna start the killing, best start it right here. Make sure I'm all the way dead, or I'll come back and make you my bitch. |
Catch 22
Yossarian: Let me see if I've got this straight: in order to be grounded, I've got to be crazy and I must be crazy to keep flying. But if I ask to be grounded, that means I'm not crazy any more and I have to keep flying. |
Patrick Bateman: Harold, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know: I've killed a lot of people. Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I killed another girl with a chainsaw, I had to, she almost got away and uh someone else there I can't remember maybe a model, but she's dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't want to leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um... I ate some of their brains, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of people. And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time. I guess I'll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I'm a pretty uh, I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, meet me at Harry's Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open.
Patrick Bateman: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women? David Van Patten: The maitre 'd at Canal Bar? Patrick Bateman: No, serial killer, Wisconsin, the '50s. Craig McDermott: So what did he say? Patrick Bateman: "When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part wants me to take her out, talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right." David Van Patten: And what did the other part think? Patrick Bateman: "What her head would look like on a stick...” [laughs] |
Patrick Bateman: He was into that whole Yale thing.
Donald Kimball: Yale thing? Patrick Bateman: Yeah, Yale thing. Donald Kimball: What whole Yale thing? Patrick Bateman: Well, he was probably a closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine. That whole Yale thing. Patrick Bateman: [to drycleaner] If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you. [to Al, a homeless person] Patrick Bateman: Get a god-damn job Al. |
Patrick Bateman: Jean, I'm not going to make it... I'm not going to... make it... to the office this afternoon.
Jean: [alarmed] What is it, Patrick? Are you all right? Patrick Bateman: Stop sounding so fucking... sad. Jesus. Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb: It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told. Catherine Martin: Mister... my family will pay cash. Whatever ransom you're askin' for, they pay it. Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb: It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again. [to his dog, Precious] Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb: Yes, it will, Precious, won't it? It will get the hose! Catherine Martin: Okay... okay... okay. Mister, if you let me go, I won't - I won't press charges I promise. See, my mom is a real important woman... I guess you already know that. Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb: Now it places the lotion in the basket. Catherine Martin: Please! Please I wanna go home! I wanna go home please! Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb: It places the lotion in the basket. Catherine Martin: I wanna see my mommy! Please I wanna see my... Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb: Put the fucking lotion in the basket! Hannibal Lecter: A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. |
saving face
Ma: [in Mandarin] Is that how you speak to your ma who worked nights so you could eat? Who stayed in labor without painkillers so you wouldn't turn dim-witted like your cousin Jimmy? Had I known you would grow so ungrateful I would have held you in. Vivian Shing: Your hot dog got cold so I fed it to the birds. Wil: Careful. We don't wanna train them to eat flesh. Wai Gung - Grandpa: Don't come back until you have a husband to match the child. and oh the cuteness- Wil: So how come we never met before now? Vivian Shing: We did meet. Nineteen years ago. I was 8, you were 9. Outside the temple. Wil: I don't remember. Vivian Shing: The Wong boys were taunting me about my parents' divorce. You beat the crap out of them. You were wearing a Kristy McNichol t-shirt, tan cords and a pageboy. You spilled your mom's groceries. We scooped them into a bag. Wil: That's right, and then... Vivian Shing: And then I kissed you on the nose. And you ran. and cuter still- Mrs. Shing: [Leaving message on the answering machine] Hello, Viviea? This is your mother. Just calling to say hi. Hope your birthday good. Did Wil show up? Thought you may wanna talk after she leaves. Oh, maybe she's still there? Okay. Bye. Wil: Oh, my God. You talked to your mother about us? Vivian Shing: Yeah. So? Wil: "So"? Does she know we have sex? Vivian Shing: [sighs] No, Wil. She thinks we conjugate Latin verbs. Wil: Really? |
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