"Even if you were right, that would be one plus one plus two plus one, not one plus *two* plus one plus one."
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"Even if you were right, that would be one plus one plus two plus one, not one plus *two* plus one plus one."
Its Clue (1985), a very funny scene.
I forgot to post the next quote.
“You want me to salute that walking pile of puss?”
“You want me to salute that walking pile of puss?”
Day Of The Dead?
If so.....
"Now wait just a Goddamn minute. What the hell is this? Is this a 1974 Mercedes 450SL for *twenty-four thousand dollars*? That's too f*cking high!"
Airplane!
"That’s the bedroom, but nothing ever happened in there."
"That’s the bedroom, but nothing ever happened in there."
A Christmas Story
"Yeah, I know. You know the next time you people come and drive us off our land I'm gonna find a nice piece of swamp that's so God-awful, maybe then you'll leave us the hell alone."
chainsaw_metal1
Member: Rank 8
Maverick.
"Be rary of wousing a rizard's wrath - rousing a rizard's - Be wary of making a magician angry!"
"Be rary of wousing a rizard's wrath - rousing a rizard's - Be wary of making a magician angry!"
chainsaw_metal1
Member: Rank 8
Adaptation.
"Humans! You're not worth the flesh you're printed on! Well, ya hodunk, podunk, well-there then Mother Fuckers!"
"Humans! You're not worth the flesh you're printed on! Well, ya hodunk, podunk, well-there then Mother Fuckers!"
ant-mac
Member: Rank 9
An easy one...
My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember the road warrior, the man we called Max. To understand who he was we have to go back to the other time, when the world was powered by the black fuel and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel — gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel they were nothing. They'd built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. Cities exploded — a whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men.
On the roads it was a white-line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice, and in this maelstrom of decay ordinary men were battered and smashed — men like Max, the warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything and became a shell of a man, a burnt-out desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again.
My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember the road warrior, the man we called Max. To understand who he was we have to go back to the other time, when the world was powered by the black fuel and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel — gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel they were nothing. They'd built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. Cities exploded — a whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men.
On the roads it was a white-line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice, and in this maelstrom of decay ordinary men were battered and smashed — men like Max, the warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything and became a shell of a man, a burnt-out desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again.
chainsaw_metal1
Member: Rank 8
Easy. Easy peasy. That's from Follow That Bird.
Nope, that's The Road Warrior. Based on a true Australian story, where a cop goes mad after the dingo ate his baby.
"One time my cousin Walter got this cat stuck in his ass. True story. He bought it at our local mall, so the whole fiasco wound up on the news. It was embarrassing for my relatives and all. But the next week, he did it again. Different cat, same results, complete with another trip to the emergency room. So I run into him a week later at the mall and he was buying another cat! And I said to him, "Jesus, Walt, what are you doing? You know you're just gonna get this cat stuck in your ass, too. Why don't you knock it off?" And he said to me, "Brodie, how the hell else am I supposed to get the gerbil out?" My cousin was a weird guy."
Nope, that's The Road Warrior. Based on a true Australian story, where a cop goes mad after the dingo ate his baby.
"One time my cousin Walter got this cat stuck in his ass. True story. He bought it at our local mall, so the whole fiasco wound up on the news. It was embarrassing for my relatives and all. But the next week, he did it again. Different cat, same results, complete with another trip to the emergency room. So I run into him a week later at the mall and he was buying another cat! And I said to him, "Jesus, Walt, what are you doing? You know you're just gonna get this cat stuck in your ass, too. Why don't you knock it off?" And he said to me, "Brodie, how the hell else am I supposed to get the gerbil out?" My cousin was a weird guy."
chainsaw_metal1
Member: Rank 8
Sir yes!
ant-mac
Member: Rank 9
“I am Arthur Frayn and I am Zardoz. I have lived three hundred years and I long to die. But death is no longer possible. I am immortal. I present now my story, full of mystery and intrigue - rich in irony and most satirical. It is set deep in a possible future, so none of these events have yet occurred, but they may. Be warned, lest you end as I. In this tale, I am a fake god by occupation and a magician by inclination. Merlin is my hero. I am the puppet master. I manipulate many of the characters and events that you see. But I am invented, too, for your entertainment and amusement. And you, poor creatures, who conjured you out of the clay? Is God in show business, too?”
chainsaw_metal1
Member: Rank 8
I might be wrong, but I think it's Zardoz.
"You see? You See? Your stupid minds! Stupid, stupid, Stupid!!!"
(It's just coincidence that you often hear this in the White House every other day)
"You see? You See? Your stupid minds! Stupid, stupid, Stupid!!!"
(It's just coincidence that you often hear this in the White House every other day)