Movie Quote time. Guess the quote, leave another for people to guess. - GoFuckYourself.com

Cory W · 02-29-2008, 11:00 AM

Andy: I can't tell... if it's an "A sharp" or if it's a "B flat"!
Mikey: Heh, if you hit the wrong note, we'll all "B flat!"

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:04 AM

Hahahaha the Goonies, still one of my favorites!

Heres one: "Sorry the Cohen Brothers don't direct the type of porn I watch, they are kind of hard to get a hold of."

Dwreck · 02-29-2008, 11:05 AM

GOONIES! LOL

here's a good one and a lil hint...

https://youtube.com/watch?v=5Za2k5wA3sk

Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck 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 Chassidim, 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 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 five 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-fuel 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, 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 sodas, selling whisky to firemen, 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.

Ramos · 02-29-2008, 11:07 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by WEG Cory

Andy: I can't tell... if it's an "A sharp" or if it's a "B flat"!
Mikey: Heh, if you hit the wrong note, we'll all "B flat!"

Goonies.

Here's mine.

"Now, look what we have here before us. We got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We've got the Moonrunners right by the Van Cortlandt Rangers. Nobody is wasting nobody. That... is a miracle. And miracles is the way things ought to be."

Brad · 02-29-2008, 11:13 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by HotVaderMD

Hahahaha the Goonies, still one of my favorites!

Heres one: "Sorry the Cohen Brothers don't direct the type of porn I watch, they are kind of hard to get a hold of."

Superbad. That was easy. Here's another easy one:

"Littering and..."

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:13 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Dwreck

GOONIES! LOL

here's a good one and a lil hint...

https://youtube.com/watch?v=5Za2k5wA3sk

Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck 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 Chassidim, 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 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 five 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-fuel 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, 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 sodas, selling whisky to firemen, 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. Oh and that wasn't a hint that was a dead giveaway.

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:15 AM

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Originally Posted by Adult Lounge - Brad

Superbad. That was easy. Here's another easy one:

"Littering and..."

"Smoking the reefer" hahah another easy one Super Troopers!

dozey · 02-29-2008, 11:15 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Adult Lounge - Brad

Superbad. That was easy. Here's another easy one:

"Littering and..."

Super Troopers?

"Long live the new flesh"

dozey · 02-29-2008, 11:16 AM

Blasted hell HotVaderMD

pornask · 02-29-2008, 11:20 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Dwreck

GOONIES! LOL

here's a good one and a lil hint...

https://youtube.com/watch?v=5Za2k5wA3sk

Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck 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 Chassidim, 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 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 five 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-fuel 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, 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 sodas, selling whisky to firemen, 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.

I fucking love Edward Norton

Nobody's gonna guess this one right, ever:

This is Sparta

munki · 02-29-2008, 11:23 AM

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Originally Posted by pornask

I fucking love Edward Norton

Nobody's gonna guess this one right, ever:

This is Sparta

Meet The Spartans?

Babaganoosh · 02-29-2008, 11:23 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by pornask

I fucking love Edward Norton

Nobody's gonna guess this one right, ever:

This is Sparta

300

"Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will P.T. you all until you fucking die. I will P.T. you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk."

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:24 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ramos

Goonies.

Here's mine.

"Now, look what we have here before us. We got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We've got the Moonrunners right by the Van Cortlandt Rangers. Nobody is wasting nobody. That... is a miracle. And miracles is the way things ought to be."

The Warriors??

jollyperv · 02-29-2008, 11:26 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Babaganoosh

300

"Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will P.T. you all until you fucking die. I will P.T. you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk."

Full Metal Jacket

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:27 AM

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Originally Posted by Babaganoosh

300

"Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will P.T. you all until you fucking die. I will P.T. you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk."

Full Metal Jacket. Come on I need something harder then these.

Iron Fist · 02-29-2008, 11:28 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Babaganoosh

300

"Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will P.T. you all until you fucking die. I will P.T. you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk."

Full Metal Jacket

"I'm just doing my job. You give me that "juris-my-dick-tion" crap... you can cram it up your ass."

dozey · 02-29-2008, 11:28 AM

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Originally Posted by jollyperv

Full Metal Jacket

You mean seven six two millimeter, full metal jacket.

"Dick Laurent is dead"

Babaganoosh · 02-29-2008, 11:28 AM

"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

jollyperv · 02-29-2008, 11:28 AM

"You're a good Egg Newnan. She Needs ya. Pick up that Kleenex."

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:32 AM

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Originally Posted by jollyperv

"You're a good Egg Newnan. She Needs ya. Pick up that Kleenex."

Another one of my favs...Caddyshack!

dozey · 02-29-2008, 11:33 AM

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Originally Posted by Babaganoosh

"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

Gone with the wind of course, I only just realised that the other day too.

1) watcehd steamboy
2) noticed "O'Hara Foundation" in the said film
3) noticed "Scarlett" character in said film
4) though of Scarlett O'Hara content
5) wikipedia lead me to Gon with the wind

What a convoluted life

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:33 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Babaganoosh

"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

Gone with the Wind.

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:34 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by dozey

Gone with the wind of course, I only just realised that the other day too.

damn it to hell dozey haha

Cory W · 02-29-2008, 11:36 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Babaganoosh

"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

Gone with the wind.

Quote:

I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.

dozey · 02-29-2008, 11:40 AM

no time for the old in out, love

jollyperv · 02-29-2008, 11:40 AM

"I want your MOTHERFUCKING rims AND your stereo....and I'll TAKE a double burger with cheese!"

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:43 AM

I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.

Apocalypse Now

KRosh · 02-29-2008, 11:45 AM

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Originally Posted by jollyperv

"I want your MOTHERFUCKING rims AND your stereo....and I'll TAKE a double burger with cheese!"

Menace II society

Cory W · 02-29-2008, 11:46 AM

Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite

dozey · 02-29-2008, 11:47 AM

American Psycho

Quote:

Not people, brains!

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:48 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by jollyperv

"I want your MOTHERFUCKING rims AND your stereo....and I'll TAKE a double burger with cheese!"

You mean "I want you motherfucking DAYTONS and your stereo...and I'll take a double burger with cheese!"

Menace II Society

dozey · 02-29-2008, 11:48 AM

(that was a brilliant film)

NosMo · 02-29-2008, 11:49 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by WEG Cory

Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite

Please American Psycho.

Try You played it for her you can play it for me.

NosMo

Cory W · 02-29-2008, 11:51 AM

irst of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those little, white pants. It's just so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. You know, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:52 AM

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Originally Posted by WEG Cory

irst of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those little, white pants. It's just so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. You know, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?

Another Fav...Donnie Darko

Gemhdar · 02-29-2008, 11:53 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by WEG Cory

Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite

American Psycho

"That's right, I've killed women and children, I've killed just about everything that walks or crawls at some point. Now I'm here to kill you Little Bill, for what you did to Ned. You boys better move out of the way..."

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 11:57 AM

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Originally Posted by Gemhdar

American Psycho

"That's right, I've killed women and children, I've killed just about everything that walks or crawls at some point. Now I'm here to kill you Little Bill, for what you did to Ned. You boys better move out of the way..."

Unforgiven??

dodger21 · 02-29-2008, 11:57 AM

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Originally Posted by Gemhdar

American Psycho

"That's right, I've killed women and children, I've killed just about everything that walks or crawls at some point. Now I'm here to kill you Little Bill, for what you did to Ned. You boys better move out of the way..."

Unforgiven bitch

"hey lads, that wankers got a frog football shirt on. lets give this nancy a fucking good kickin. come on lads, its going off"

dozey · 02-29-2008, 11:59 AM

Just to clarify, I believe the FIRST CORRECT ANSWER is beseeched with the next quote...

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 12:01 PM

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Originally Posted by dodger21

Unforgiven bitch

"hey lads, that wankers got a frog football shirt on. lets give this nancy a fucking good kickin. come on lads, its going off"

I hate to admit I know this one too but EuroTrip.

LauraLee · 02-29-2008, 12:06 PM

Although I don't have a guess, I wanna play and leave one for the board to guess

"I can walk on water, eat bullets and shit ice-cream"

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 12:06 PM

Ok I am too good at movie quotes which just made me realize I don't have a life

I gotta get back to work now and let some of you other peeps get a crack at this. I leave you with this quote:

"Well, you might wanna stop 'er by clockin' 'er chompers, Or shock 'er by makin' a grab at 'er knockers, But she'll call the coppers and you'll end in jail, Where you'll eat bread and water and shit in a pail. So if you've enough of a womanly guff, No need to be rough, it'll be quite enough, To call her bluff with a huff and a puff, Just stuff your foot straight into her muff!"

Ramos · 02-29-2008, 12:09 PM

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Originally Posted by HotVaderMD

The Warriors??

here is another, tough one too.

"Anyway, remember this, if you see someone doing something, but at the same time watching you...then he is a cop"

dozey · 02-29-2008, 12:11 PM

Likewise, here's mine:

Quote:

I scream, You scream, We all scream... For ice cream.

dozey · 02-29-2008, 12:11 PM

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Originally Posted by Ramos

here is another, tough one too.

"Anyway, remember this, if you see someone doing something, but at the same time watching you...then he is a cop"

The Departed perhaps?

GFY has surprisingly good taste in film.

Cory W · 02-29-2008, 12:12 PM

OMG HotVader??? haha

What are your plans tonight? Watching more movies??? : )

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 12:14 PM

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Originally Posted by Ramos

here is another, tough one too.

"Anyway, remember this, if you see someone doing something, but at the same time watching you...then he is a cop"

Ok one more Internal Affairs.

Now seriously I have to get back to work if I want to have any kind of weekend

Ramos · 02-29-2008, 12:14 PM

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Originally Posted by HotVaderMD

Ok one more Internal Affairs.

Now seriously I have to get back to work if I want to have any kind of weekend

damn son.

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 12:16 PM

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Originally Posted by WEG Cory

OMG HotVader??? haha

What are your plans tonight? Watching more movies??? : )

Hahaha I know right. Well no movies for me tonight. I actually have a life outside of film watching. I blame all that on a sick photographic memory

HotVaderMD · 02-29-2008, 12:18 PM

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Originally Posted by dozey

The Departed perhaps?

GFY has surprisingly good taste in film.

Well originally it was Internal Affairs. Scosrese made the remake The Departed

02-29-2008, 11:00 AM	#1
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02-29-2008, 11:04 AM	#2
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02-29-2008, 11:05 AM	#3
Dwreck Confirmed User Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: Toronto Posts: 7,362	GOONIES! LOL here's a good one and a lil hint... https://youtube.com/watch?v=5Za2k5wA3sk Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck 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 Chassidim, 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 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 five 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-fuel 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, 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 sodas, selling whisky to firemen, 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. __________________ Derek Dwreck Smout Program Manager Icq 165976549 Skype derekthomassmout

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