upjumpdaboogie Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. (movie quotes) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iamme Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 I am going to Bancok to assume a missionary position. - The Ladies Man Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jimk29 Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 "So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mor tgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jimk29 Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 "Did you see what GOD just did to us man?""God didn't do that, you did it" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iamme Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 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 man 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 over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speakee English. Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes 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 Gekko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking 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. Imclone. Adelphia. Worldcom. Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls. Worst fucking parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dominicans ‘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 Sluggers baseball bats trying to audition for “The Sopranos.†Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their $50 Balducci artichoke. 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 five steps on every layup to the hoop, and then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended 137 years ago. Move the fuck on. Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind the 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 J.C. 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 fucking 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 72 whores roasting in a jet fueled fire in hell. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass. Fuck Jacob Elinsky. Whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend’s ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera (sic). I gave her my trust, and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar, sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it, from the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho, from the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island, let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash, and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.25th Hour Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iamme Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 Originally posted by jimk29"Did you see what GOD just did to us man?""God didn't do that, you did it"GREAT movie!"as your attorney i advise you to rent a very fast car with no top and you will need the cocain""Wait we can't stop here! This is bat country!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joeg Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 Originally posted by iamme 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 man 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 over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speakee English. Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes 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 Gekko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking 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. Imclone. Adelphia. Worldcom. Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls. Worst fucking parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dominicans ‘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 Sluggers baseball bats trying to audition for “The Sopranos.†Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their $50 Balducci artichoke. 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 five steps on every layup to the hoop, and then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended 137 years ago. Move the fuck on. Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind the 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 J.C. 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 fucking 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 72 whores roasting in a jet fueled fire in hell. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass. Fuck Jacob Elinsky. Whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend’s ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera (sic). I gave her my trust, and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar, sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it, from the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho, from the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island, let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash, and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.25th Hour lol i love that....Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jimk29 Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 -Our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation ofeverything right and true in the national character; a gross,physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit...-What's going on in this country when a scum sucker like that can get away with sandbagging a Doctor of Journalism? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
upjumpdaboogie Posted November 11 Author Report Share Posted November 11 Originally posted by iamme Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city.....25th Hour yeah... awesome movie... director commentary.. is pretty insightful, too...Mookie: You know, fuck you and fuck Frank Sinatra. Pino: Fuck you too and fuck Michael Jackson. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iamme Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Normal speeders will panic and immidiately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses content in the cop heart. Make the bastard chase you, he will follow...Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jimk29 Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 The truth -- well, the truth is that I've had a long-standing problem with heroin addiction. I've been know to sniff it, smoke it, swallow it, stick it up my arse and inject it into my veins. I've been trying to combat this addiction, but unless you count social security scams and shoplifting, I haven't had a regular job in years. I feel it's important to mention this. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dgmodel Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 Originally posted by upjumpdaboogie yeah... awesome movie... director commentary.. is pretty insightful, too...Mookie: You know, fuck you and fuck Frank Sinatra. Pino: Fuck you too and fuck Michael Jackson. lmao... "two slices" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iamme Posted November 11 Report Share Posted November 11 Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no! We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here! We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye! And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse! National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
upjumpdaboogie Posted November 11 Author Report Share Posted November 11 Originally posted by dgmodel lmao... "two slices" 'D' muthafucka.. 'D' learn ta speak English first! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trancerxn112 Posted November 12 Report Share Posted November 12 "who wants some?... huh? huh? you... you want some? ... alright you primitive screw heads... this is my BOOM STICK... The 12-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. Shop Smart... shop S-MART... next one of you that as much as TOUCHES ME..." Army of Darkness Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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