Morton Hull: Do you realize that more people will be watching you tonight, than all those who have seen theater plays in the last forty years?
Chance the Gardener: Why?
Chance the Gardener: Why?
Now listen to me, you little Harvard turd. Lootz is all right, so he's walking out of here with everything he's got coming to him. If you so much as touch one fucking hair on his fucking head, I'm gonna fucking wallpaper this fucking bathroom with your fucking ass, do you understand me? Muted tones, isn't that what you said, huh? Huh? I can't hear you. Wait, wait a minute. There it is. Blended in, at a subsonic level, like some kind of mantra: "Pain, pain, pain."
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Being There
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The Cooler
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Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory
You know how to whistle, don't you Steve? You Just put your lips together and blow.
I'm a mushroom cloud laying motherfucker, motherfucker!
Jules, Pulp Fiction
Jules, Pulp Fiction
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We're all very different people. We're not Watusi. We're not Spartans. We're Americans, with a capital 'A', huh? You know what that means? Do ya? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse. We're the underdog. We're mutts!
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Rocky Dennis: [Reciting a poem he wrote] These things are good: ice cream and cake, a ride on a harley, seeing monkeys in the trees, the rain on my tongue, and the sun shining on my face. These things are a drag: dust in my hair, holes in my shoes, no money in my pocket, and the sun shining on my face.
--Mask
--Mask
Indiana Jones - There's a big snake in the plane, Jock!
Jock - Oh, that's just my pet snake Reggie.
Indiana Jones - I **** snakes, Jock! I **** 'em!
Jock - Come on. Show a little back bone, will ya?
Raiders Of The Lost Ark
Jock - Oh, that's just my pet snake Reggie.
Indiana Jones - I **** snakes, Jock! I **** 'em!
Jock - Come on. Show a little back bone, will ya?
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No Country for Old Men
(Chigurh stands at the counter across from the elderly proprietor. Holds up a bag of cashews.)
Chigurh: How much?
Proprietor: Sixty-nine cent.
Chigurh: And the gas.
Proprietor: Y' all gettin' any rain up your way?
Chigurh: What way would that be?
Proprietor: I seen you was from Dallas.
(Chigurh tears open the bag of cashews and pours a few into his hand.)
Chigurh: What business is it of yours. Where I'm from. Friend-o?
Proprietor: I didn't mean nothin' by it.
Chigurh: Didn't mean nothin'.
Proprietor: I was just passin' the time. If you don't wanna accept that, I don't know what else I can do for you.
(Chigurh stands chewing cashews, staring while the old man works the register and puts change on the counter.)
Proprietor: Will there be something else?
Chigurh: I don't know. Will there?
(The proprietor turns and coughs. Chigurh stares.)
Proprietor: Is somethin' wrong?
Chigurh: With what?
Proprietor: With anything?
Chigurh: Is that what you're asking me? Is there something wrong with anything?
(The proprietor looks at him, uncomfortable, looks away. )
Proprietor: Will there be anything else?
Chigurh: You already asked me that.
Proprietor: Well... I need to see about closin'.
Chigurh: See about closing.
Proprietor: Yessir.
Chigurh: What time do you close?
Proprietor: Now. We close now.
Chigurh: Now is not a time. What time do you close?
Proprietor: Generally around dark.
(Chigurh stares, slowly chewing.)
Chigurh: You don’t know what you’re talking about, do you?
Proprietor: Sir?
Chigurh: I said. You don’t know what you’re talking about.
(Chigurh chews.)
Chigurh: What time do you go to bed?
Proprietor: Sir?
Chigurh: You’re a bit deaf, aren’t you. I said what time do you go to bed?
Proprietor: Oh. Somewhere around nine thirty, I’d say, I’d say around nine thirty.
Chigurh: I could come back then.
Proprietor: Why would you be coming back. We’d be closed.
Chigurh: You've lived here all your life?
Proprietor: This was my wife's ******'s place. Originally.
Chigurh: You married into it.
Proprietor: We lived on Temple Texas for many years. Raised a ****** there. In Temple. We come out here about four years ago.
Chigurh: You married into it.
Proprietor: If that's the way you wanna put it.
Chigurh: I don't have some way to put it. That's the way it is.
Chigurh: What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?
Proprietor: Sir?
Chigurh: The most. You ever lost. On a coin toss.
Proprietor: I don't know. I couldn't say.
(Chigurh tosses a quarter. He slaps it onto the counter but keeps it covered. )
Chigurh: Call it.
Proprietor: Call it?
Chigurh: Yes.
Proprietor: For what?
Chigurh: Just call it.
Proprietor: Well, we need to know what we're calling it for here.
Chigurh: You need to call it. I can't call it for you. It wouldn't be fair.
Proprietor: I didn't put nothin' up.
Chigurh: Yes, you did. You've been putting it up your whole life you just didn't know it. You know what date is on this coin?
Proprietor: No.
Chigurh: 1958. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.
Proprietor: Look, I need to know what I stand to win.
Chigurh: Everything.
Proprietor: How's that?
Chigurh: You stand to win everything. Call it.
Proprietor: All right. Heads then..
(Chigurh takes his hand away from the coin and looks at it. )
Chigurh: Well done.
(Chigurth hands it across the counter.)
Chigurh: Don't put it in your pocket, sir. Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky quarter.
Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it?
Chigurh: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.
(Chigurh turns and goes.)
(Chigurh stands at the counter across from the elderly proprietor. Holds up a bag of cashews.)
Chigurh: How much?
Proprietor: Sixty-nine cent.
Chigurh: And the gas.
Proprietor: Y' all gettin' any rain up your way?
Chigurh: What way would that be?
Proprietor: I seen you was from Dallas.
(Chigurh tears open the bag of cashews and pours a few into his hand.)
Chigurh: What business is it of yours. Where I'm from. Friend-o?
Proprietor: I didn't mean nothin' by it.
Chigurh: Didn't mean nothin'.
Proprietor: I was just passin' the time. If you don't wanna accept that, I don't know what else I can do for you.
(Chigurh stands chewing cashews, staring while the old man works the register and puts change on the counter.)
Proprietor: Will there be something else?
Chigurh: I don't know. Will there?
(The proprietor turns and coughs. Chigurh stares.)
Proprietor: Is somethin' wrong?
Chigurh: With what?
Proprietor: With anything?
Chigurh: Is that what you're asking me? Is there something wrong with anything?
(The proprietor looks at him, uncomfortable, looks away. )
Proprietor: Will there be anything else?
Chigurh: You already asked me that.
Proprietor: Well... I need to see about closin'.
Chigurh: See about closing.
Proprietor: Yessir.
Chigurh: What time do you close?
Proprietor: Now. We close now.
Chigurh: Now is not a time. What time do you close?
Proprietor: Generally around dark.
(Chigurh stares, slowly chewing.)
Chigurh: You don’t know what you’re talking about, do you?
Proprietor: Sir?
Chigurh: I said. You don’t know what you’re talking about.
(Chigurh chews.)
Chigurh: What time do you go to bed?
Proprietor: Sir?
Chigurh: You’re a bit deaf, aren’t you. I said what time do you go to bed?
Proprietor: Oh. Somewhere around nine thirty, I’d say, I’d say around nine thirty.
Chigurh: I could come back then.
Proprietor: Why would you be coming back. We’d be closed.
Chigurh: You've lived here all your life?
Proprietor: This was my wife's ******'s place. Originally.
Chigurh: You married into it.
Proprietor: We lived on Temple Texas for many years. Raised a ****** there. In Temple. We come out here about four years ago.
Chigurh: You married into it.
Proprietor: If that's the way you wanna put it.
Chigurh: I don't have some way to put it. That's the way it is.
Chigurh: What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?
Proprietor: Sir?
Chigurh: The most. You ever lost. On a coin toss.
Proprietor: I don't know. I couldn't say.
(Chigurh tosses a quarter. He slaps it onto the counter but keeps it covered. )
Chigurh: Call it.
Proprietor: Call it?
Chigurh: Yes.
Proprietor: For what?
Chigurh: Just call it.
Proprietor: Well, we need to know what we're calling it for here.
Chigurh: You need to call it. I can't call it for you. It wouldn't be fair.
Proprietor: I didn't put nothin' up.
Chigurh: Yes, you did. You've been putting it up your whole life you just didn't know it. You know what date is on this coin?
Proprietor: No.
Chigurh: 1958. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.
Proprietor: Look, I need to know what I stand to win.
Chigurh: Everything.
Proprietor: How's that?
Chigurh: You stand to win everything. Call it.
Proprietor: All right. Heads then..
(Chigurh takes his hand away from the coin and looks at it. )
Chigurh: Well done.
(Chigurth hands it across the counter.)
Chigurh: Don't put it in your pocket, sir. Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky quarter.
Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it?
Chigurh: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.
(Chigurh turns and goes.)
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The setup: Rebellious Rory has muscular dystrophy and he lives in a group home for the disabled with his friend Michael, who suffers from cerebral palsy. Rory is the only one who can understand Michael's "speech."
Rory: [explaining why he can understand Michael's speech] I spent six years in a class sitting next to a *** that makes you sound like Laurence Fucking Olivier.
--Inside I'm Dancing AKA Rory O'Shea Was Here
Rory: [explaining why he can understand Michael's speech] I spent six years in a class sitting next to a *** that makes you sound like Laurence Fucking Olivier.
--Inside I'm Dancing AKA Rory O'Shea Was Here
