Filmquotes

[Sappie]

Deel de leukste filmquotes met ons

een paar leuke:

Lord Of The Rings:
Gimli: 'Who would ever thought I would die fighting side by side with an Elf?'
Legolas: 'How about side by side with a friend?'
(hij zegt het zooo grappig )

Spongebob the movie:
Spongebob: 'We're gonna party till we're purple'
Patrick: 'I lóóóve purple'

Deze zijn niet zo heel erg leuk, ik kan zo gauw niks beters verzinnen

Maar jullie weten vast wel leuke

[Ketjing]

zie sig

[Envy]

zie info fotoboek

[Freshh~]

antwoord dan niet

[Uice]

Airplane!

Oude dame: Nervous?
Ted: Yes.
Oude dame: First time?
Ted: No. I've been nervous lots of times.

Murdock: We have clearance Clarence.
Captain Oveur: Roger, Roger. What's our vector Victor?
Tower voice: Tower's radio clearance, over!
Captain Oveur: That's Clarence Oveur! Oveur.
Tower voice: Roger.
Murdock: Huh?
Tower voice: Roger, over.
Murdock: Huh?
Captain Oveur: Huh?

Army of darkness

Ash: Well hello Mister Fancypants. Well, I've got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but two things: Jack and shit... and Jack just left town.

Ash: Good. Bad. I'm the guy with the gun.

Evil dead 2

Demon: I'll swallow your soul!! I'll swallow your soul!!
Ash: Swallow this.

Ash: Groovy.

Pulp fiction

Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuckk a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a "Royale" with cheese.
Jules: A "Royale" with cheese! What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "le Big-Mac".
Jules: "Le Big-Mac"! What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.

Jules: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?
Butch: It's a chopper, baby.
Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?
Butch: It's Zed's.
Fabienne: Who's Zed?
Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.

Captain Koons: The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

Resevoir dogs

Mr. Pink: Is it bad?
Mr. White: As opposed to good?

Mr. Blonde: Either he's alive or he'd dead, or the cops got him.....or they don't.

Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?

Nice Guy Eddie: We got places all over the place.

Mr. Pink: You kill anybody?
Mr. White: A few cops.
Mr. Pink: No real people?
Mr. White: Just cops.

Mr. White: Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break him in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies’ underwear.

Kill Bill Vol. 1

O-Ren Ishii: I'm going to say this in English so you know how serious I am. As your leader, I encourage you to -- from time to time and always in a respectful manner, and with the complete knowledge that my decision is final -- to question my logic. If you're unconvinced a particular plan of action I've decided is the wisest, tell me so. But allow me to convince you. And I will promise you, right here and now, no subject will be taboo...except the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Chinese or my American heritage as a negative is, I collect your fucking head.

Monty Python and the quest for the Holy Grail

French Soldier: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!

Arthur: Is there someone else up there we could talk to?
French Soldier: No, now go away before I taunt you a second time.

Dennis: Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Come see the violence inherent in the system! Violence inherent in the system!

Tim: Follow. But! Follow only if ye be men of valour, for the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair. So, brave knights, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.
Arthur: What an eccentric performance.

French Knight: You don't frighten us, English pig dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called "Arthur King," you and all your silly English K-nig-hts.

Arthur: I am your king!
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you!
Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how'd you become king then?
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: Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' 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!

Dennis: Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you!

Dennis: Oh but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!

Monty Python's Life of Brian

Brian's Mother: He's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy!

Brian: I am NOT the Messiah!
Arthur: I say you are Lord, and I should know. I've followed a few.


En mijn favoriet:

Brian: You are all individuals!
Menigte: We are all individuals!
Eenzame stem: I'm not!

[bosolifantje]

tja..wat kan ik daar nog aan toevoegen
behalve:
Valentinesday is a day made up by the greetingcardindustry to make you feel miserable. (the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind)

[Miles]

Monty Python And The Holy Grail

Minstrel: [singing] Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecap split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his pe-
Sir Robin: That's enough singing for now, lads... looks like there's dirty work afoot.

Maar zo kun je met die film wel alle tekst op gaan noemen. Nog meer quotes uit MPATHG

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071853/quotes

Shaun Of The Dead

[looking through Shaun's LPs for suitable records to throw at two approaching zombies]
Ed: Purple Rain.
Shaun: No.
Ed: Sign o' the Times.
Shaun: Definitely not.
Ed: The Batman soundtrack?
Shaun: Throw it.

[Trying to call the emergency services]
Ed: Shaun, what's going on?
Shaun: Shit, it's engaged!
Ed: How about an ambulance?
Shaun: It's engaged, Ed.
Ed: A fire engine?
Shaun: It's one number, Ed, and it's busy! Okay? What you want a fire engine for, anyway?
Ed: Anything with flashing lights, you know?

[King Ralph]

Twee van mijn lievelingsquotes.

Harry Lime: Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.
Orson Welles in Carol Reed's The Third Man (1949)


Roy Batty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Rutger Hauer in Ridley Scott's Blade Runner (1982)

[Ketjing]

Fight Club
Tyler Durden: The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells "Stop!", goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.

Snatch
Avi: Eighty-six carats.
Rosebud: Where?
Avi: London.
Rosebud: London?
Avi: London.
Gemologist: London?
Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON.

Mickey: Good dags. D'ya like dags?
Tommy: Dags?
Mickey: What?
Mrs. O'Neil: Yeah, dags.
Tommy: Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more.

'I fuckin' hate Pikeys."

[esprit-chick]

ignorance is bliss

the matrix

[Cosa_nostra]

25th hour

Monty standing in the men's bathroom talking to himself in the mirror]

Monty Brogan: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!

[King Ralph]

bob1234 schreef op 22-02-2005 @ 18:49 :
25th hour

Ik voeg hier wel nog Brian Cox's eind monoloog aan toe. Dat was nog beter.

Mark Renton(Rent-boy) uit de film Trainspotting:

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

[Mirage2000]

bob1234 schreef op 22-02-2005 @ 18:49 :
25th hour

Monty standing in the men's bathroom talking to himself in the mirror]

Monty Brogan: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!

Er werd nogal wat afgefuckt in deze film.

[hasseltboy]

Alles uit Monty Python And The Holy Grail

[Hank McCrank]

Heel Napoleon Dynamite en heel The Big Lebowski zijn de moeite waard om te citeren.
Maar ik ben er te lui voor.

[King Ralph]

The Big Lebowski

American Beauty:

Carolyn Burnham: Uh, who's car is that out front?
Lester Burnham: Mine. 1970 Pontiac Firebird. The car I've always wanted and now I have it. I rule!

Lester Burnham: Look at me, jerking off in the shower... This will be the high point of my day; it's all downhill from here.

Lester Burnham: Then I guess I'll have to throw in a sexual harassment charge.
Brad Dupree: Against who?
Lester Burnham: Against YOU. Can you prove that you didn't offer to save my job if I let you blow me?

Lester Burnham: Remember those posters that said, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life"? Well, that's true of every day but one - the day you die.

Lester Burnham: So Janie, how was school?
Jane Burnham: It was okay.
Lester Burnham: Just okay?
Jane Burnham: No dad, it was spectacular.

Brad Dupree: Lester, Got a minute?
Lester Burnham: For you, Brad, I've got five!

Brad Dupree: [reading Lester's job description] "My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell." Well, you have absolutely no interest in saving yourself.

[RaoulDuke]

Laat ik het voor nu maar even houden bij de beste film qua quotes, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas!

[Watching Dr. Gonzo leave]
Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

Raoul Duke: With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know.

Raoul Duke: Bazooko's Circus is what the world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.

Raoul Duke: Look, there's two women fucking a polar bear.

Raoul Duke: A drug person can learn to handle such things as seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to deal with this trip.

Raoul Duke: Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow.

Clerk at Flamingo Hotel: Can I call you a cab?
Police Chief: [screaming] Sure, and I'll call you a cocksucker!

Raoul Duke: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like:
Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.
Raoul Duke: Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming:
Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?
Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something?
Raoul Duke: Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive.
Raoul Duke: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.

Raoul Duke: We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

Raoul Duke: How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?

Voice on Drug Film: Know your dope fiend. You will not be able to see his eyes because of tea shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from jacking off when he can't find a rape victim.

Raoul Duke: I wouldn't dare go to sleep with you wandering around with a head full of acid, wanting to slice me up with that goddamn knife.
Dr. Gonzo: Who said anything about slicing you up, man. I just wanted to cut a little Z in your forehead."

Raoul Duke: [to Acosta] PLEASE. Tell me you got the fucking golf shoes.

Raoul Duke: Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor function. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can't control it.

Raoul Duke: I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things. Won't be long now before they tear us to shreds.

Raoul Duke: Dogs fucked the Pope... no fault of mine.

enz. enz.

[2B!]

Bijna alles uit Ali G

[supergroverin]

''savvy?''
uit pirates of the carabien
- maar vooral de manier waarop

OLD ROSE (V.O.)

I saw my whole life as if I'd already lived it... an endless parade of
parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches... always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared... or even noticed.

Uit Titanic.

[BCR]

So Russell... what do you love about music?
- To begin with, everything.

[M.R.10]

Hank McCrank schreef op 22-02-2005 @ 19:35 :
The Big Lebowski

Walter: You see what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!

[Hank McCrank]

"You know Smokey has emotional problems!"
"You mean, beyond pacifism?"

Mirage2000 schreef op 22-02-2005 @ 18:59 :
Er werd nogal wat afgefuckt in deze film.

Ik geloof dat mijn docent Engels op de middelbare school een poster van trainspotting met een deel van die monoloog in zijn lokaal had hangen...

[Maharani]

hasseltboy schreef op 22-02-2005 @ 19:04 :
Alles uit Monty Python And The Holy Grail

en Life of Brian

[TopDrop]

King Ralph schreef op 22-02-2005 @ 19:41 :
The Big Lebowski

WALTER
That...fucking...bitch!

DUDE
It's all a goddamn fake. Like Lenin
said, look for the person who will
benefit. And you will, uh, you know,
you'll, uh, you know what I'm trying
to say--

DONNY
I am the Walrus.

WALTER
That fucking bitch!

DUDE
Yeah.

DONNY
I am the Walrus.

WALTER
Shut the fuck up, Donny!

briljant

Zaara schreef op 23-02-2005 @ 16:28 :
en Life of Brian

"We were led by a star..."
- "A star? A star? Led by a bottle, more like!"

[Cosa_nostra]

Krummeltje schreef op 23-02-2005 @ 16:25 :
Ik geloof dat mijn docent Engels op de middelbare school een poster van trainspotting met een deel van die monoloog in zijn lokaal had hangen...

lijkt me sterk als het uit de film 25th hour komt

bob1234 schreef op 24-02-2005 @ 02:00 :
lijkt me sterk als het uit de film 25th hour komt

Oh, dan zal het die film wel zijn... ik las trainspotting en dat stukje, vandaar.

[edit] oh nee. Ik heb verkeerd gequote. Het was wel dat stukje uit trainspotting, daarboven

Juice schreef op 22-02-2005 @ 16:52 :
Brian: You are all individuals!
Menigte: We are all individuals!
Eenzame stem: I'm not!

Die wilde ik al quoten!

[Jules]

Trainspotting:

Mark: What the fuck are these?
Forrester: One pair of suppositories. Ideal for your purposes. Slow release. Bring you down gradual. Custom fucking designed for your needs.
Mark: I want a fucking hit!
Forrester: That's all I've got matey, take it or leave it.
Forrester: Aye, you feel better the now right?
Mark: Oh yeah, for all the good they've done me, I might as well have stuck them up my arse!

[Cosa_nostra]

The godfather

[after being asked how he will arrange to buy a hotel from Moe Greene]
Michael: I'll make him an offer he can't refuse.

american history x

Danny Vinyard
So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. 'We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.'

Derek Vinyard:
Nigger, you just fucked with the wrong bull. You should've learned your lesson on the fuckin' basketball court. But you fuckin' monkey's never get the message. My father gave me that truck motherfucker! You ever shoot at fireman? You come here and shoot at my family? I'm gonna teach you a real lesson now motherfucker. Put your fuckin' mouth on the curb.
Lawrence: Come on man.
Derek Vinyard: Put it on the curb right now!
Danny Vinyard: Derek, no!
Derek Vinyard: Now say good night.
[Derek stomps Lawrence's head into the curb]

[Armanda]

Queen of the damned:

Lestat: There comes a time for every vampire when the idea of eternity becomes momentary unbearable..Living in the shadows,feeding in the darkness..rots into a sollitairy hollow exsitence..Immortallity seems like a good idea, until u realize youre going to spend it alone..
So i went to sleep,hoping that the passing years of the world would fade out and a short of death might happend..But as I lay there..the world didnt sound like the place id left but something different ..better..!

It became worth to rice again as new gods were born and whorshiped. Night and day they were never alone..I would become one of them!

whether it was my first meal in a hunderd years of rest im not sure but suddenly i felt better then ever..my sence was so hight and let me straight agian to my ressurection..palying in my old house!

Lestat: Ahha......
#: Jesus
#: who the hell are u men?
Lestat: (the question provolved an irisistiable earch)
Im am the vampire lestat...

--------
Akasha: I have enough of this discussion..
JOin me or die!
The old ones: I will not..I will not..ect..
Akasha: do u love me?
Lestat: Yes!
Akasha: then prove it..KILL HER!!
Lestat: hmm she means nothing to me..
Akasha: Jsut a say.. i would like for u to kill her..
Jesse: dont worry aunt margareth.. its what i want..
Akasha: how sweeeeeeettttt....
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The league of Extraordinary Gentelmen

Quarterman: You're missing a picture mr Grey..
Dorian Grey:And you dont miss a thing,do u mr Quarterman?

Dorian: IM an immortal sir..not a gazelle!

Dorian: MIna..still alive?
Mina: its possiable i cant die.. the same could be said of u

[Dinalfos]

The Matrix

Neo Anderson: "Whoa"

[Landslide]

'Let's not go to Camelot, it's a silly place.'

'Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelled of elderberries.'

Holy Grail

'Don't fuck with me!'
'I thought I just did..'

The Ninth Gate

'The terrible thing about searching for the truth is that sometimes you find it - and it makes you very unwelcome at parties.'

The Sineater

[Ceridwen]

Chicken Run

Babs: All me life flashed before me eyes.
[disappointed]
Babs: It was really borin'.

Fetcher: It's raining hen.

[Angel on Earth]

over the hedge:
'will you help me find my nuts??'

[Cesar]

Team America: World Police

Matt Damon: MATT DAMON!



Spottswoode: Remember, there is no "I" in "Team America".
Intelligence: [pause] Yes, there is.



The Thin Red Line

Private Witt: This great evil. Where does it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed to this night?

[lawallan]

My momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."

FREEDOM!

Luke, I am your father

May the Force be with you

I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse

Bond. James Bond.

You can't handle the truth!

martini. Shaken, not stirred.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

[bbyn]

oh ik enm n zusje quoten altijd alles, waarom kom ik er nu niet op mm even kijken:

Narnia: (k heb met wat andere fans de hele film ge-quote in de tijd tussen de bioscoop en de dvd )

Lucy: I'm Lucy, nice to meet you (of zoiets)
*Lucy steekt hand uit en Tumnus doet nix*
Lucy: Uh You shake it!
Tumnus: Why?
Lucy: Hmm I don't know, people do when they meet eachother

SusaN: G-a-s-t-rv-a-s-c-u-l-a-r Come on Peter, Gastrovascular
Peter: Is it Latin?
Susan: Yes...
Edmund: Is it Latin for worst game ever invented?

WW: In that knowledge, despair and DIE!

enz enz.. en k had nog zoveel quotes van Shrek en Pirates en nog tig andere films maar daar kom k ff niet op

esprit-chick schreef op 22-02-2005 @ 18:07 :
ignorance is bliss

the matrix

haha

[Uice]

MetalliCat schreef op 06-11-2006 @ 17:06 :
haha

Ik wou het net zeggen.

[Dr. Korsakov]

"I found candles!"
"What kind of candles?"
(the sticks read Dynamite) "Dee-Na-Mee-Tay... must be Italian"

Twitchy en Wolf in Hoodwinked

"I like Vicky and she likes me back! And she showed me her boobies and I like them too!"

Bobby Boucher in The Waterboy

"Blackwall tires are for losers. Whitewalls say: Here I am, looove me"

Luigi in Cars

[one.]

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 honor to meet you and you may call me V.

V For Vendetta

En zo'n beetje alles uit Life of Brian.

[Magican]

MetalliCat schreef op 06-11-2006 @ 17:06 :
haha

?

Anyway, uit een spongebob AFLEVERING ( )

Spongebob, nadat hij verteld heeft dat hij is ontslagen: En waarom ben jij zo boos Patrick?

Patrick: Ik kan mijn eigen voorhoofd niet zien

[to the Turkish court]
Billy Hayes: For a nation of pigs, it sures seems funny that you don't eat them! Jesus Christ forgave the bastards, but I can't! I hate! I hate you! I hate your nation! And I hate your people! And I fuck your sons and daughters because they're pigs! You're all pigs!

lawallan schreef op 06-11-2006 @ 15:36 :
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Die komt niet eens in zijn geheel in de film voor, alleen in het boek.

[Faerie]

Uit Life of Brian :

....
Pontius Pilate: I will not have my fwiends widiculed by the common soldiewy. - - Anybody else feel like a little... giggle... when I mention my fwiend... Biggus...
[another guard chuckles]
Pontius Pilate: ... Dickus?
[more chuckling]
Pontius Pilate: What about you? Do you find it... wisible... when I say the name... 'Biggus'...
[chuckle]
Pontius Pilate: ... Dickus?
[both guards chuckle]
Pontius Pilate: He has a wife, you know. You know what she's called? She's called... 'Incontinentia'... Incontinentia Buttocks
Pontius Pilate: [Guards are laughing] Stop! What is all this?
Pontius Pilate: [Laughing continues] I've had enough of this wowdy webel sniggewing behaviour. Silence! Call yourselves Pwaetowian guards? You're not - Seize him! Seize him! Blow your noses and seize him!

Pulp Fiction:

Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuckk a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a "Royale" with cheese.
Jules: A "Royale" with cheese! What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "le Big-Mac".
Jules: "Le Big-Mac"! What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.