Robocop.....

You got it.

"... who'se the boss?"

"It's the guy we work for"

Is it Lucky Number Slevin?

Haha... You got it.

"Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?"

If nobody gets this, I'll be disappointed.

That's christmas vacation =)

Hell yeah it is! Your turn.

"you know........ this actually smells like real blood..."

Anyone? Need a hint?