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Best monologues in movie history
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Do you hear a duck quacking?
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"And when I was in the delivery room, waking up from the ether, I asked the nurse whether it was a boy or a girl. She said it was a girl - and I turned my head to the side and cried. And then I said, I hope she grows up to be a pretty little fool. That's about the best a girl can hope for these days, to be a pretty little fool." - Daisy Buchanan, The Great Gatsby
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From Amistad:
John Quincy Adams: (rhetorically addressing the Founding Fathers)
James Madison, Alexander Hamilton, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington... John Adams. We've long resisted asking you for guidance. Perhaps we have feared in doing so we might acknowledge that our individuality which we so, so revere is not entirely our own. Perhaps we've feared an appeal to you might be taken for weakness. But, we've come to understand, finally, that this is not so. We understand now, we've been made to understand, and to embrace the understanding... that who we are *is* who we were. We desperately need your strength and wisdom to triumph over our fears, our prejudices, ourselves. Give us the courage to do what is right. And if it means civil war? Then let it come. And when it does, may it be, finally, the last battle of the American Revolution.
from Gladiator:
Proximo: The Colosseum! Oh, you should see the Colosseum, Spaniard. Fifty-thousand Romans--watching every movement of your sword, willing you to make that killer blow. The silence before you strike, and the noise afterwards--it rises, it rises up like--like--like a storm, as if you were the thunder god himself...
Maximus: You ask me what I want. I too want to stand before the emperor, as you did.
Proximo: Then listen to me--learn from me! I wasn't the best because I killed quickly, I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd, and you'll win your freedom.
John Quincy Adams: (rhetorically addressing the Founding Fathers)
James Madison, Alexander Hamilton, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington... John Adams. We've long resisted asking you for guidance. Perhaps we have feared in doing so we might acknowledge that our individuality which we so, so revere is not entirely our own. Perhaps we've feared an appeal to you might be taken for weakness. But, we've come to understand, finally, that this is not so. We understand now, we've been made to understand, and to embrace the understanding... that who we are *is* who we were. We desperately need your strength and wisdom to triumph over our fears, our prejudices, ourselves. Give us the courage to do what is right. And if it means civil war? Then let it come. And when it does, may it be, finally, the last battle of the American Revolution.
from Gladiator:
Proximo: The Colosseum! Oh, you should see the Colosseum, Spaniard. Fifty-thousand Romans--watching every movement of your sword, willing you to make that killer blow. The silence before you strike, and the noise afterwards--it rises, it rises up like--like--like a storm, as if you were the thunder god himself...
Maximus: You ask me what I want. I too want to stand before the emperor, as you did.
Proximo: Then listen to me--learn from me! I wasn't the best because I killed quickly, I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd, and you'll win your freedom.
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As far as actual monologues go I'm partial to a couple scenes in The Rules of Attraction (the book outshines the movie on all levels)
Sean Bateman:
A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?
Sean Bateman:
"I can't remember the last time I had sex sober"
American Psycho also has a few choice monologues
Patrick Bateman (leaving a message):
"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 again:
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there. "
and again:
"I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip."
How can you tell I really enjoy Ellis' work?
Sean Bateman:
A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?
Sean Bateman:
"I can't remember the last time I had sex sober"
American Psycho also has a few choice monologues
Patrick Bateman (leaving a message):
"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 again:
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there. "
and again:
"I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip."
How can you tell I really enjoy Ellis' work?
How about Tim Roth (Mr. Orange) in Reservoir Dogs. I wont type the whole thing out because its long. But its the scene where you see Mr. Orange memorizing the "Bathroom Story" and then telling it to Mr. White, Nice Guy Eddie, and Joe. The way the scene was filmed was brilliant as well.
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I know it's not a monologue........
.............but it's certainly a funny scene!
Serial Mom – Courtroom Scene:
MOM quickly and sneakily mouths "FUCK YOU" to DOTTIE without the JUDGE or anyone else in the courtroom besides DOTTIE seeing.
DOTTIE: (Shocked, to JUDGE) Did you see her?! She just said "Fuck you" to me!
MOM: (Innocently, to JUDGE) Let the record show I'm just standing here.
DOTTIE: FUCK YOU TOO, YOU WHORE!
JUDGE: I'm warning you, Mrs. Hinkle. One more obscenity and I'll charge you with contempt of court.
DAD watches, amazed at his wife's cunning.
MOM: (Dramatically) Mrs. Hinkle, are you insane?
DOTTIE: NO I'M NOT, YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!
Police matrons lunge at DOTTIE as she leaps from witness box to attack MOM.
JUDGE: (Bangs gavel) Mrs. Hinkle, I find you guilty of contempt of court and sentence you to a thousand dollar fine and five days in jail! (To MATRONS) Lock 'er up!
DOTTIE: (To MOM, being dragged out) YOU COCK-SUCKER! YOU LOUSY PIG-FUCKER!
MOM smiles at JURY and turns to wink at her amazed family as spectators watch, willing to give MOM, for the first time, the benefit of the doubt.
Fade out.
.............but it's certainly a funny scene!
Serial Mom – Courtroom Scene:
MOM quickly and sneakily mouths "FUCK YOU" to DOTTIE without the JUDGE or anyone else in the courtroom besides DOTTIE seeing.
DOTTIE: (Shocked, to JUDGE) Did you see her?! She just said "Fuck you" to me!
MOM: (Innocently, to JUDGE) Let the record show I'm just standing here.
DOTTIE: FUCK YOU TOO, YOU WHORE!
JUDGE: I'm warning you, Mrs. Hinkle. One more obscenity and I'll charge you with contempt of court.
DAD watches, amazed at his wife's cunning.
MOM: (Dramatically) Mrs. Hinkle, are you insane?
DOTTIE: NO I'M NOT, YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!
Police matrons lunge at DOTTIE as she leaps from witness box to attack MOM.
JUDGE: (Bangs gavel) Mrs. Hinkle, I find you guilty of contempt of court and sentence you to a thousand dollar fine and five days in jail! (To MATRONS) Lock 'er up!
DOTTIE: (To MOM, being dragged out) YOU COCK-SUCKER! YOU LOUSY PIG-FUCKER!
MOM smiles at JURY and turns to wink at her amazed family as spectators watch, willing to give MOM, for the first time, the benefit of the doubt.
Fade out.
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The Frog said:
Completely agreed on its brilliance.
Thank you for reminding me of this incredible flashback within a flashback in one of the gretaest films I have ever seen.
And not even the best film ever by that particular director.
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio . . . errr, Quentin Tarantino?
Please don't waste your talent, son.
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ha, I can;t believe no ones said this one yet:
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Has it been five years? Six? It seems like a lifetime -- the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness is any direction, at any hour...you could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle. That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old an evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn;t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high water mark --that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
or these two:
We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.
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?
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Has it been five years? Six? It seems like a lifetime -- the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness is any direction, at any hour...you could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle. That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old an evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn;t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high water mark --that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
or these two:
We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.
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?
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"My friends.
"I have a speech here. It's a speech about what this state needs. There's no need in my telling you what this state needs. You are the state and you know what you need. You over there, look at your pants. Have they got holes in the knees? Listen to your stomach. Did you ever hear it rumble for hunger? And you, what about your crops? Did they ever rot in the field because the road was so bad you couldn't get 'em to market? And you, what about your kids? Are they growing up ignorant as dirt, ignorant as you 'cause there's no school for 'em?
"No, I'm not gonna read you any speech. But I am gonna tell you a story. It's a funny story so get ready to laugh....Get ready to bust your sides laughin', 'cause it's sure a funny story. It's about a hick. A hick like you, if you please. Yeah, like you. He grew up on the dirt roads and the gully washes of a farm. He knew what it was to get up before dawn and get feed and slop and milk before breakfast, and then set out before sunup and walk six miles to a one-room, slab-sided schoolhouse. Aw, this hick knew what it was to be a hick, all right. He figured if he was gonna get anything done, well, he had to do it himself. So he sat up nights and studied books. He studied law, because he thought he might be able to change things some - for himself and for folks like him.
"Now I'm not gonna lie to ya. He didn't start off thinkin' about the hicks and all the wonderful things he was gonna do for 'em. Naw, naw, he's done it all thinkin' of number one. But something came to him on the way. How he could do nothin' for himself without the help of the people. That's what came to him. And it also came to him with the powerful force of God's own lightning back in his own county when the school building collapsed 'cause it was built of politics' rotten brick. It killed and mangled a dozen kids. But you know that story. The people were his friends because he'd fought that rotten brick.
"And some of the politicians down in the city, they knew that, so they rode up to his house in a big, fine, shiny car and said as how they wanted him to run for governor...And he swallowed it. He looked in his heart and he thought, in all humility, how he'd like to try and change things. He was just a country boy who thought that even the plainest, poorest man can be governor if his fellow citizens find that he's got the stuff for the job. All those fellows in the striped pants, they saw that hick and they took him in...Now, listen to me, you hicks. Yeah, you're hicks too, and they fooled you a thousand times, just like they fooled me. But this time, I'm gonna fool somebody. I'm gonna stay in this race. I'm on my own and I'm out for blood.
"Now listen to me, you hicks! Listen to me, and lift up your eyes and look at God's blessed and unfly-blown truth. And this is the truth. You're a hick, and nobody ever helped a hick but a hick himself!...I'm the hick they were gonna use to split the hick vote. Well, I'm standin' here now on my hind legs. Even a dog can learn to do that. Are you standin' on your hind legs? Have you learned to do that much yet?"
- Willie Stark, All The King's Men
"I have a speech here. It's a speech about what this state needs. There's no need in my telling you what this state needs. You are the state and you know what you need. You over there, look at your pants. Have they got holes in the knees? Listen to your stomach. Did you ever hear it rumble for hunger? And you, what about your crops? Did they ever rot in the field because the road was so bad you couldn't get 'em to market? And you, what about your kids? Are they growing up ignorant as dirt, ignorant as you 'cause there's no school for 'em?
"No, I'm not gonna read you any speech. But I am gonna tell you a story. It's a funny story so get ready to laugh....Get ready to bust your sides laughin', 'cause it's sure a funny story. It's about a hick. A hick like you, if you please. Yeah, like you. He grew up on the dirt roads and the gully washes of a farm. He knew what it was to get up before dawn and get feed and slop and milk before breakfast, and then set out before sunup and walk six miles to a one-room, slab-sided schoolhouse. Aw, this hick knew what it was to be a hick, all right. He figured if he was gonna get anything done, well, he had to do it himself. So he sat up nights and studied books. He studied law, because he thought he might be able to change things some - for himself and for folks like him.
"Now I'm not gonna lie to ya. He didn't start off thinkin' about the hicks and all the wonderful things he was gonna do for 'em. Naw, naw, he's done it all thinkin' of number one. But something came to him on the way. How he could do nothin' for himself without the help of the people. That's what came to him. And it also came to him with the powerful force of God's own lightning back in his own county when the school building collapsed 'cause it was built of politics' rotten brick. It killed and mangled a dozen kids. But you know that story. The people were his friends because he'd fought that rotten brick.
"And some of the politicians down in the city, they knew that, so they rode up to his house in a big, fine, shiny car and said as how they wanted him to run for governor...And he swallowed it. He looked in his heart and he thought, in all humility, how he'd like to try and change things. He was just a country boy who thought that even the plainest, poorest man can be governor if his fellow citizens find that he's got the stuff for the job. All those fellows in the striped pants, they saw that hick and they took him in...Now, listen to me, you hicks. Yeah, you're hicks too, and they fooled you a thousand times, just like they fooled me. But this time, I'm gonna fool somebody. I'm gonna stay in this race. I'm on my own and I'm out for blood.
"Now listen to me, you hicks! Listen to me, and lift up your eyes and look at God's blessed and unfly-blown truth. And this is the truth. You're a hick, and nobody ever helped a hick but a hick himself!...I'm the hick they were gonna use to split the hick vote. Well, I'm standin' here now on my hind legs. Even a dog can learn to do that. Are you standin' on your hind legs? Have you learned to do that much yet?"
- Willie Stark, All The King's Men
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Oh my God. How did all of you forget the most famous (and IMO greatest) monologue of all time?
Rick: Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I've done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.
Ilsa: But, Richard, no, I... I...
Rick: Now, you've got to listen to me! You have any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we'd both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn't that true, Louie?
Captain Renault : I'm afraid Major Strasser would insist.
Ilsa: You're saying this only to make me go.
Rick: I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa: But what about us?
Rick: We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you--
Rick: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. [she begins to cry] Now, now...Here's looking at you kid.
From Casablanca
Rick: Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I've done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.
Ilsa: But, Richard, no, I... I...
Rick: Now, you've got to listen to me! You have any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we'd both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn't that true, Louie?
Captain Renault : I'm afraid Major Strasser would insist.
Ilsa: You're saying this only to make me go.
Rick: I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa: But what about us?
Rick: We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you--
Rick: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. [she begins to cry] Now, now...Here's looking at you kid.
From Casablanca
From one of the greatest scenes ever put to film...
"I, the Wrath of God, will marry my own daughter and with her I will found the purest dynasty the world has ever seen. We shall rule this entire continent. We shall endure. I am the Wrath of God!"
- Aguirre, Wrath of God
"I, the Wrath of God, will marry my own daughter and with her I will found the purest dynasty the world has ever seen. We shall rule this entire continent. We shall endure. I am the Wrath of God!"
- Aguirre, Wrath of God
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ego_loss said:
^ ^ ^ ^ ^
You are correct - the quote is from Bull Durham - but the monologue came from the lips of one CRASH Davis (Costner's character in that vastly underrated movie).
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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.
-Blade Runner
Travis Bickle: May 10th. Thank God for the rain which has helped wash away the garbage and the trash off the sidewalks. I'm working long hours now. Six in the afternoon to six in the morning, sometimes even eight in the morning. Six days a week, sometimes seven days a week. It's a long hustle but it keeps me real busy I can take in three...three fifty a week, sometimes even more when I do it off the meter. All the animals come out at night. Whores, skunkpussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain'll come and wash all this scum off the streets.
-Taxi Driver
Alonzo: Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright. I'm putting cases on all you bitches! Huh. You think you can do this shit...Jake! You think you can do this to me?! You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you! SHU program, nigga. 23 hour lockdown! I'm the man up in this piece! You'll never see the light of.....who the fuck do you think you're fucking with? I'm the police, I run shit around here. You just live here! Yeah, that's right, you better walk away! Go on and walk away...'cause I'm gonna' burn this motherfucker down. King Kong ain't got shit on me! That's right, that's right. Shit, I don't, fuck. I'm winning anyway, I'm winning... I'm winning any motherfucking way. I can't lose. Yeah, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me.
-Training Day
Donnie Darko: Are you telling us this stuff so we can buy your book? Because I gotta tell you, if you are, that was some of the worst advice I've ever heard. Do you want your sister to lose weight? Tell her to get off the couch, stop eating Twinkies, and maybe go out for field hockey. You know what? No one ever knows what they want to be when they grow up. It takes a little while to find that out. Right, Jim? And you… yeah, you. Sick of some jerk shoving your head down the toilet? Well you know what, maybe you should lift some weights or take a karate lesson . And the next time he tries to do it, you kick him in the balls.
-Donnie Darko
My Personal Favorite:
Louis: Eckhart saw Hell too. You know what he said? He said: The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. Relax. (Louie adjusts Jacob's back, causing Jacob to wince. He continues to speak, kindly.) Good. So, the way he sees it: if you're frightened of dying and - and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing ya from the earth. It's just a matter of how you look at it, that's all. So don't worry, okay? 'K? (laughs) Relax...relax. Relax.
-Jacob's Ladder
-Blade Runner
Travis Bickle: May 10th. Thank God for the rain which has helped wash away the garbage and the trash off the sidewalks. I'm working long hours now. Six in the afternoon to six in the morning, sometimes even eight in the morning. Six days a week, sometimes seven days a week. It's a long hustle but it keeps me real busy I can take in three...three fifty a week, sometimes even more when I do it off the meter. All the animals come out at night. Whores, skunkpussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain'll come and wash all this scum off the streets.
-Taxi Driver
Alonzo: Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright. I'm putting cases on all you bitches! Huh. You think you can do this shit...Jake! You think you can do this to me?! You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you! SHU program, nigga. 23 hour lockdown! I'm the man up in this piece! You'll never see the light of.....who the fuck do you think you're fucking with? I'm the police, I run shit around here. You just live here! Yeah, that's right, you better walk away! Go on and walk away...'cause I'm gonna' burn this motherfucker down. King Kong ain't got shit on me! That's right, that's right. Shit, I don't, fuck. I'm winning anyway, I'm winning... I'm winning any motherfucking way. I can't lose. Yeah, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me.
-Training Day
Donnie Darko: Are you telling us this stuff so we can buy your book? Because I gotta tell you, if you are, that was some of the worst advice I've ever heard. Do you want your sister to lose weight? Tell her to get off the couch, stop eating Twinkies, and maybe go out for field hockey. You know what? No one ever knows what they want to be when they grow up. It takes a little while to find that out. Right, Jim? And you… yeah, you. Sick of some jerk shoving your head down the toilet? Well you know what, maybe you should lift some weights or take a karate lesson . And the next time he tries to do it, you kick him in the balls.
-Donnie Darko
My Personal Favorite:
Louis: Eckhart saw Hell too. You know what he said? He said: The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. Relax. (Louie adjusts Jacob's back, causing Jacob to wince. He continues to speak, kindly.) Good. So, the way he sees it: if you're frightened of dying and - and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing ya from the earth. It's just a matter of how you look at it, that's all. So don't worry, okay? 'K? (laughs) Relax...relax. Relax.
-Jacob's Ladder
BodhiSvaha33
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HOLDEN: I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced-affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simply, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the farthest thing from an option you'd ever consider. But I had to say it. I can't take this any more. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. I know this will probably queer our friendship -- no pun intended -- but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I like who I am because of it. And if bringing it to light means we can't hang out any more, then that hurts me. But I couldn't allow another day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is going to be the inevitable shoot-down. And I'll accept that. But I know some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, that means you feel something too. All I ask is that you not dismiss that -- at least for ten seconds -- and try to dwell in it. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who's ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it's there between you and me. You can't deny that. And even if we never speak again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which -- while I do appreciate it -- I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.
HOLDEN stares at ALYSSA. She stares back. Then she gets out of the car and slams the door.
HOLDEN: Was it something I said?
-- Chasing Amy
HOLDEN stares at ALYSSA. She stares back. Then she gets out of the car and slams the door.
HOLDEN: Was it something I said?
-- Chasing Amy
doesntmatter
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Everwood.
Ephram: The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was said that. Probably Shakespeare or maybe Sting. But at the moment, that sentence best explains my tragic flaw; my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw: staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still just feels better somehow. And if you are suffering...at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected, who knows what other pain might be waiting out there? Chances are it could be worse, so you maintain the status quo; choose the road already traveled, and it doesn't seem that bad; not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict, you're not killing anyone...except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're another person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing that most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked really really close, which, thank God they never do. But you notice it. Inside of you, that change feels like a world of difference, and you hope that it is; that this is the person you get to be forever...that you'll never have to change again.
Moonlight Mile
Joe Nast: I'm sorry, I can't, I can't do this. It didn't happen. We loved each other, we broke it off. If I don't -- Jesus, if I don't say this now, it'll never - (sigh) she'll never be a part of this. What are we - what are we doing here? I don't even - I don't even know this guy. She - she didn't even know this guy. What's he got to do with her? I don't - look, you asked me to bring her in the room, and she's not here - she's not. And whatever happens here, whatever happens to this guy, she's not here. And the only way that you're gonna bring her in here is with the truth. I don't know - I don't know what else to say. You just tell me what to say, and I swear, I'll try, but if you want her, you got to keep it honest. You have to understand that Diana had this thing, this way of bringing out the real in people, not just the best, you know - their honesty. And I guess she's doing it again now 'cause there's no way I'd be sitting here saying these things I can't believe are coming out of my mouth. It was Diana who finally had the courage. She was the one who told me that I didn't want to go through with it. And I guess she's - she's doing it again, 'cause all of this - all of this - is everything that she wouldn't want. She wasn't a bride-to-be. She wasn't a victim. She was strong and real and messed up and wickedly honest, just like her mother. And if I sit here trying to paint it any other way, I...oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just - I thought - (sigh) I thought that if I could just...paint the pictures that you needed, you know, that...(voice breaks) that somehow...that somehow you'd bring these people some peace, finally, and they'd have their daughter back, or... But, uh...that's not how she'd wanna be. The truth is hard. Sometimes it looks so wrong, you know - the color's off, the style's wrong, but I guess it - I guess it's where the good one's live.
Ephram: The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was said that. Probably Shakespeare or maybe Sting. But at the moment, that sentence best explains my tragic flaw; my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw: staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still just feels better somehow. And if you are suffering...at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected, who knows what other pain might be waiting out there? Chances are it could be worse, so you maintain the status quo; choose the road already traveled, and it doesn't seem that bad; not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict, you're not killing anyone...except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're another person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing that most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked really really close, which, thank God they never do. But you notice it. Inside of you, that change feels like a world of difference, and you hope that it is; that this is the person you get to be forever...that you'll never have to change again.
Moonlight Mile
Joe Nast: I'm sorry, I can't, I can't do this. It didn't happen. We loved each other, we broke it off. If I don't -- Jesus, if I don't say this now, it'll never - (sigh) she'll never be a part of this. What are we - what are we doing here? I don't even - I don't even know this guy. She - she didn't even know this guy. What's he got to do with her? I don't - look, you asked me to bring her in the room, and she's not here - she's not. And whatever happens here, whatever happens to this guy, she's not here. And the only way that you're gonna bring her in here is with the truth. I don't know - I don't know what else to say. You just tell me what to say, and I swear, I'll try, but if you want her, you got to keep it honest. You have to understand that Diana had this thing, this way of bringing out the real in people, not just the best, you know - their honesty. And I guess she's doing it again now 'cause there's no way I'd be sitting here saying these things I can't believe are coming out of my mouth. It was Diana who finally had the courage. She was the one who told me that I didn't want to go through with it. And I guess she's - she's doing it again, 'cause all of this - all of this - is everything that she wouldn't want. She wasn't a bride-to-be. She wasn't a victim. She was strong and real and messed up and wickedly honest, just like her mother. And if I sit here trying to paint it any other way, I...oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just - I thought - (sigh) I thought that if I could just...paint the pictures that you needed, you know, that...(voice breaks) that somehow...that somehow you'd bring these people some peace, finally, and they'd have their daughter back, or... But, uh...that's not how she'd wanna be. The truth is hard. Sometimes it looks so wrong, you know - the color's off, the style's wrong, but I guess it - I guess it's where the good one's live.
ChemicalBeauty
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The bullet tooth tony one, the goodwill hunting one and the F&L "with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high water mark --that place where the wave finally broke" are abso-fucking-lutely awesome