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Shut the fuck up, Donny - Best Quotes

by Giangi
Shut the fuck up, Donny - Best Quotes by Giangi
“Edward Blake, The Comedian, born 1918, buried in the rain. Murdered. Is that what happens to us? No time for friends? Only our enemies leave roses. Violent lives ending violently. Blake understood. Humans are savage in nature. No matter how much you try to dress it up, to disguise it. Blake saw society’s true face. Chose to be a parody of it, a joke. I heard a joke once. Man goes to doctor, says he’s depressed. Life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says “Treatment is simple. The great clown, Pagliacci, is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up”.… Read more

“Edward Blake, The Comedian, born 1918, buried in the rain. Murdered. Is that what happens to us? No time for friends? Only our enemies leave roses. Violent lives ending violently. Blake understood. Humans are savage in nature. No matter how much you try to dress it up, to disguise it. Blake saw society’s true face. Chose to be a parody of it, a joke. I heard a joke once. Man goes to doctor, says he’s depressed. Life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says “Treatment is simple. The great clown, Pagliacci, is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up”. Man bursts into tears. “But doctor”, he says, “I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains." (Rorschach, Watchmen, 2009)

“Guerre puniche a parte, mi hanno accusato di tutto quello che è successo in Italia. Nel corso degli anni mi hanno onorato di numerosi soprannomi: il Divo Giulio, la prima lettera dell’alfabeto, il gobbo, la volpe, il Moloch, la salamandra, il Papa nero, l’eternità, l’uomo delle tenebre, Belzebù; ma non ho mai sporto querela, per un semplice motivo, possiedo il senso dell’umorismo. Un’altra cosa possiedo: un grande archivio, visto che non ho molta fantasia, e ogni volta che parlo di questo archivio chi deve tacere, come d’incanto, inizia a tacere.” (Giulio Andreotti, il Divo, 2008)

“Lo sa che io venivo a cantare qua quando lei non era ancora nato? Io ho sempre voluto cantare. Mi ricordo che da bambino mio padre si incazzava, e io cantavo ancora di più. Mi picchiava, e io cantavo ancora di più. Io me li ricordo i microfoni a giraffa. Mi ricordo Mina, Walter Chiari, Alberto Lupo… Alberto? Alberto si schiattava di risate con me. Mi ricordo tutti i teatri dove mi sono esibito, tutte le canzoni che ho cantato, tutti i camerini, tutti i flash dei fotografi, le dediche sui dischi, gli autografi, le tournée, i ristoranti, le risate, le lacrime degli spettatori. Io sono nato a Vico Speranzella. Mi ricordo Napoli durante la guerra, avevo solo otto anni, mi ricordo il rifugio a piazzetta Augusteo. E poi mi ricordo che avevo sei smoking, centocinquanta camicie, novanta paia di scarpe. Mi ricordo quando mi hanno messo le manette la prima volta, tutte le lacrime che ho pianto. Ma come piangevo quando mi trasferivano da un carcere all’altro, quando le guardie carcerarie mi facevano l’ispezione anale. Io mi ricordo tutti i compagni di cella. Io mi ricordo tutte le volte che avevo la voce bassa, e avevo paura di salire sul palcoscenico. Mi ricordo i fiori dentro i camerini, le donne fuori dei camerini che dicevano che volevano conoscermi, mi trovavano interessante, ma poi si finiva sempre a letto. Dicevano che ero bello. Ma io non mi sono sentito mai bello: io mi sentivo potente. Non me n’è fregato mai un cazzo di nessuno. Io mi ricordo tutto. È ‘na strunzata che la cocaina ti scassa la memoria, so trent’anni che la tiro e non mi sono dimenticato niente. Io me la ricordo tutta la cocaina che mi sono tirato. Del resto tutti hanno tirato in questi anni di merda, chi è che non l’ha fatto? Soltanto i poveri non hanno pippato, e non sanno quello che si sono persi. Io mi ricordo quando cantai a New York e Frank Sinatra dovette venirlo a sentire, stu fenomeno di Tony. Mi ricordo mia mamma, quando era giovane. Che vi devo dì… per me rimane comunque la donna più bella che ho conosciuto nella mia vita. Poi mi ricordo un amico, si chiamava Antonio Pisapia. Era un grande calciatore. Voleva fare l’allenatore e non gliel’hanno fatto fare. E si è suicidato. Ma io non mi suiciderò mai, perché un’altra cosa mi ricordo io: io ho sempre amato la libertà. E voi non sapete manco che cazzo significa. Io ho sempre amato la libertà. Io sono un uomo libero. " (Tony Pisapia, L’uomo in più, 2001)

“Holly, I’d like to cut you in, old man. There’s nobody left in Vienna I can really trust, and we’ve always done everything together. When you make up your mind, send me a message – I’ll meet you any place, any time, and when we do meet old man, it’s you I want to see, not the police. Remember that, won’t ya? Don’t be so gloomy. After all it’s not that awful. You know what the fellow said – in Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace – and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long Holly.” (Harry Lime, The third man, 1949)

“It’s December 6th, 1976. There’s nothing to fear but fear itself. I know less and less about who I am, or who anybody else is.” (Tom Ripley, Der Amerikanische Freund , 1977)

“Masaru, tu credi che per noi sia finita?
Ma che dici, non è nemmeno cominciata!” (Kids Return, 1996)

“C’est l’histoire d’un homme qui tombe d’un immeuble de cinquante étages. Le mec, au fur et à mesure de sa chute se répète sans cesse pour se rassurer : jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien.
Mais l’important c’est pas la chute, c’est l’atterrissage.” (Hubert, la Haine, 1995)

Well now, what’s it to be Lord? Another widow? How many has it been? Six? Twelve? I disremember…You say the word, Lord, I’m on my way…You always send me money to go forth and preach your Word. The widow with a little wad of bills hid away in a sugar bowl. Lord, I am tired. Sometimes I wonder if you really understand. Not that You mind the killin’s. Your Book is full of killin’s. But there are things you do hate Lord: perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair. (Harry Powell, The Night of the hunter, 1955)

“A me Modugno mi piace sempre, questo “Uomo in frac” me fa impazzi’, perché pare ‘na cosa de niente e invece c’è tutto: la solitudine, l’incomunicabilità, poi quell’altra cosa, quella che va di moda oggi… la… l’alienazione, come nei film di Antonioni. Hai visto “L’eclisse”? Io c’ho dormito, ’na bella pennichella…" (Bruno Cortona, il sorpasso, 1962)

“Il n’y a pas de plus profonde solitude que celle de samouraï si ce n’est celle d’un tigre dans la jungle… peut-être…” ( Le samouraï, 1967)

“I cimiteri sono un buon investimento da queste parti…se riesci a farti pagare prima!” (Django, 1966)

“I don’t want to hear it. No more horror stories.
They are common stories these days. I even heard that the demon living here in Rashômon fled in fear of the ferocity of man.” (Rashômon, 1950)

“Before I finish my coffee …” (Agent 633 , Chungking Express, 1994)

“Ogni giorno entriamo in contatto con tanta gente, e con alcuni di loro potremmo adirittura diventare amici! Per questo vado incontro alle occasioni che la vita ci presenta. Certe volte ci sbatto la faccia.
Ma l’importante è restare allegri!
Ah, a proposito, ho incontrato di nuovo quella donna! Lo so che non potremo mai essere buoni amici,abbiamo perso troppe occasioni per esserlo.
Ci sfioravamo nei corridoi dell’albergo senza mai prendere fuoco, ma forse era solo colpa dell’umidità….Quella sera..sentii l’odore della primavera.”
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“Mentre stavo per andarmene, gli ho chiesto di portarmi a casa. Era tanto che non facevo un giro in moto, e da tanto non sto così vicino ad un uomo. Peccato che la strada non sia più lunga,so comunque che finirà presto.
Ma in questo momento…sono felice.” (Fallen Angels, 1995)

“There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to all things.” (Ghost Dog, 1999)

“Certo che la nostra generazione ha fatto proprio schifo.” (Gianni Palumbo, C’eravamo tanto amati, 1974)

“Una cosa sola è certa, io lo so. Ogni tanto, in cima a un palo della luce, in mezzo a una distesa di neve, contro un vento gelido e tagliente, Dino Giuffré si ferma, la malinconia lo aggredisce e allora si mette a pensare. E pensa che io, Titta Di Girolamo, sono il suo migliore amico. "
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“Progetti per il futuro: non sottovalutare le conseguenze dell’amore.” (Titta Di Girolamo, Le conseguenze dell’amore, 2004)

Nous voici arrivés au milieu de l’aventure. Avant de commencer un tournage, je désire surtout faire un film qui sera beau. Dés que les premiers ennuis surgissent, je dois réduire mon ambition et je me prends à espérer que l’on pourra terminer le film. Vers la milieu du tournage, je fais un examen de conscience et je me dis: " Tu aurais pu travailler mieux, tu aurais pu donner davantage, à présent il te reste la seconde moitiépour te rattraper", et à partir de ce moment, je m’efforce de rendre plus vivant tout ce qui sera montré sur l’écran. " Je vous présente Pamela" semble enfin lancé sur de bons rails, les acteurs sont à l’aise dans leur personnage, l’équipe est bien soudée, les problèmes personnels ne comptent plus, le cinéma règne! (Ferrand, La Nuit américaine, 1973)

Philip Marlowe: Excuse me, I don’t see any Courry Brand cat food here.
Supermarket clerk: Some what?
Philip Marlowe: Some Courry Brand cat…
Supermarket clerk: Could you spell that?
Philip Marlowe: Courry Brand, C-O-U-R-R…
Supermarket clerk: Oh, we’re all out of that. Why don’t you get this. All this shit is the same anyways.
Philip Marlowe: You don’t happen to have a cat by any chance?
Supermarket clerk: What do I need a cat for, I’ve got a girl.
Philip Marlowe: Ha, ha. He’s got a girl, I got a cat…
(Philip Marlowe, The long Goodbye, 1973)

“You’re on their side, aren’t you? So, who will you bet with? " (Paul, Funny Games, 1997)

“Rankin: You’re as afraid to die as anybody else, and I never let you free. You hear me?”
“Manny: I am free, Rankin. I am free. "
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“Win, lose, what’s the difference? " (Oscar “Manny” Manheim, Runaway Train, 1985)

“Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown. " (Walsh, Chinatown, 1974)

“I am not Simone Choule! " ( Mr Trelkovsky, The Tenant, 1976)

Jared: Dude, we should go check out Paranoid Park.
Alex: Dude, I don’t think I’m ready for Paranoid Park.
Jared: Yeah, but no one’s ever really ready for Paranoid Park. (Paranoid park, 2007)

“I’m everyone – and no one. Everywhere – nowhere. Call me… Darkman. " (Peyton Westlake, Darkman, 1990)

Festival Director: That’s an endangered species at most. What would be the scientific purpose of killing it?
Steve Zissou: Revenge. (Steve Zissou, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, 2004)

“Hey you bastards, I’m still here!!” ( Henri “Papillon” Charriere, Papillon, 1973)

“Time will heal everything, but what if time was the illness?” (Marion, Der Himmel über Berlin, 1987)

Santanico Pandemonium: I’m not gonna drain you completely. You’ll be my slave. Because I don’t think you’re worthy of human blood. You’ll feed on the blood of stray dogs. You’ll be my foot stool. And at my command, you’ll lick the dog shit from my boot heel. Since you’ll be my dog, your new name will be “Spot”. Welcome to Slavery!
Seth: No, thanks. I’ve already had a wife. ( From Dusk Till Down, 1996)

“Klaatu Barada NNNNNNecktie. Nectar. Nickel. Noodle. It’s an “N” word, it’s definitely an “N” word! Klaatu… Barada… N ehmahhsmamh. Okay… that’s it!"
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Ash: Lady, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to leave the store.
Possessed woman: Who the hell are you?
Ash: Name’s Ash. Housewares. (Ash, Army of Darkness, 1992)

“L’uso della libertà minaccia da tutte le parti i poteri tradizionali, le autorità costituite… L’uso della libertà, che tende a fare di qualsiasi cittadino un giudice, che ci impedisce di espletare liberamente le nostre sacrosante funzioni. Noi siamo a guardia della legge che vogliamo immutabile, scolpita nel tempo. Il popolo è minorenne, la città è malata, ad altri spetta il compito di curare e di educare, a noi il dovere di reprimere! La repressione è il nostro vaccino! Repressione è civiltà!”
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“Noi finiamo col somigliarci, noi poliziotti coi delinquenti. Nelle parole, nelle abitudini… qualche volta perfino nei gesti.” (il dirigente di Polizia, Indagine su un cittadino al di sopra di ogni sospetto, 1970)

“It’s just you and me now, sport. And I’m going to find you, God damn it!! " (Will Graham, Manhunter, 1986)

“There’s a hundred-thousand streets in this city. You don’t need to know the route. You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. Do you understand? " (Drive, 2011)

“You will now listen to my voice. My voice will help you and guide you still deeper into Europa. Every time you hear my voice, with every word and every number, you will enter into a still deeper layer, open, relaxed and receptive. I shall now count from one to ten. On the count of ten, you will be in Europa. I say: one. And as your focus and attention are entirely on my voice, you will slowly begin to relax. Two, your hands and your fingers are getting warmer and heavier. Three, the warmth is spreading through your arms, to your shoulders and your neck. Four, your feet and your legs get heavier. Five, the warmth is spreading to the whole of your body. On six, I want you to go deeper. I say: six. And the whole of your relaxed body is slowly beginning to sink. Seven, you go deeper and deeper and deeper. Eight, on every breath you take, you go deeper. Nine, you are floating. On the mental count of ten, you will be in Europa. Be there at ten. I say: ten. " ( Narrator, Europa, 1991)

Brancaleone: Voi sapete chi io sia?
Pecoro: None.
Brancaleone: Avrete sentuto, suppongo, lo nome di Groppone da Figulle.
Mangold: Mai coverto.
Brancaleone: Groppone da Figulle fue lo più grande capitan di Tuscia!! E io son colui che con un sol colpo d’ascia lo tagliò in due. Lo mio nome – stare attenti! – lo mio nome est Brancaleone!! da Norcia!!
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“All’erta, miei prodi! Vi siete finora coperti di merda! Copritevi oggi di gloria!!”

Teofilatto: Cedete lo passo.
Brancaleone: Cedete lo passo tu!
Teofilatto: No, è a te cedere, io son cavaliere…
Brancaleone: Et io che sono? Le hai viste le schiere mie? O non hai occhi?
Teofilatto: Ne ho almeno quanto tu hai la lingua.
Brancaleone: Allora è lo cervello che ti ammanca!
Teofilatto: Mah, forse, ma non lo core… a piedi o a cavallo?
Brancaleone: No no, caballo no! a piedi
Brancaleone: Lo nome mio, est Brancaleone, da Norcia!
Teofilatto: Io sono Teofilatto dei Leonzi, famiglia bizantina discendente da Niceforo I. Ti vedo…E ti piango.
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Brancaleone: Quella pallida ma appetibile chi è?
Teofilatto: Mia sorella.
Brancaleone: No, intendo,quella a latere….con la faccia di baldracca.
Teofilatto: Mia matre.
Brancaleone: Ah (L’armata Brancaleone, 1966)

Guardia: Chi va là?
Oreste: Ma che fai ahò, prima spari e poi dici chi va là?
Guardia: È sempre mejo ‘n amico morto che ’n nemico vivo! Chi siete?
Oreste: Semo l’anima de li mortacci tua!
Guardia: E allora passate!
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Ufficiale austriaco: Fegato dicono… Quelli conoscono solo il fegato alla veneziana con cipolla. E presto mangeremo anche noi quello. Dunque.. Dove?
Giovanni: No dico, cosa c’entra questo?
Ufficiale austriaco: Prego?!
Oreste: Ah Giovà?
Giovanni: Stai buono!… E allora senti un po’, visto che parli così… Mi te disi propi un bel nient! Hai capito? Facia de merda!
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“E pensare che anche stavolta quei due lavativi se la sono scampata! " (Giovanni Busacca e Oreste Jacovacci, La grande guerra, 1959)

“Ich bin nicht der offizielle Kirchenjesus. Der unter Polizisten, Bankiers, Richtern, Henkern, Offizieren, Kirchenbossen, Politikern und ähnlichen Vertretern der Macht geduldet wird. Ich bin nicht euer Superstar!!!! " [MONUMENTALE KINSKI]
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“Nein, er hat nicht gesagt, halt die Schnauze Er hat eine Peitsche genommen! und hat ihm in die Fresse gehauen !!! DAS hat er gemacht! Du dumme Sau!!! " (Klaus Kinski, Mein liebster Feind – Klaus Kinski, 1999)

“Per arrivare a timbrare il cartellino d’entrata alle 8 e 30 precise, Fantozzi sedici anni fa cominciò col mettere la sveglia alle 6 e un quarto: oggi, a forza di esperimenti e perfezionamenti continui, è arrivato a metterla alle 7:51… vale a dire al limite delle possibilità umane! Tutto è calcolato sul filo dei secondi: cinque secondi per riprendere conoscenza, quattro secondi per superare il quotidiano impatto con la vista della moglie, più sei per chiedersi – come sempre senza risposta – cosa mai lo spinse un giorno a sposare quella specie di curioso animale domestico, tre secondi per bere il maledetto caffè della signora Pina – tremila gradi Fahrenheit! –, dagli otto ai dieci secondi per stemperare la lingua rovente sotto il rubinetto […], due secondi e mezzo per il bacino a sua figlia Mariangela, caffelatte con pettinata incorporata, spazzolata dentifricio mentolato su sapore caffè, provocante funzioni fisiologiche che può così espletare nel tempo di valore europeo di sei secondi netti. Ha ancora un patrimonio di tre minuti per vestirsi e correre alla fermata del suo autobus che passa alle 8:01. Tutto questo naturalmente salvo tragici imprevisti… "
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In ogni agglomerato umano c’è sempre la figura funesta dell’organizzatore di manifestazioni ricreative. Per la società di Fantozzi era certo Filini, ovviamente dell’ufficio sinistri.
Mai Fantozzi era riuscito a sfuggire alle sue mostruose iniziative, a cominciare dalla più agghiacciante: l’annuale sfida calcistica fra scapoli e ammogliati. Queste tenzoni si svolgono sempre nel più disastrato dei campetti di periferia; le formazioni sono sempre molto ridotte, per ritardi, defezioni, proibizioni di madri, spose e medici curanti. (Ugo Fantozzi, Fantozzi, 1975)

“The New York State sentence for a Peeping Tom is six months in the work house…They got no windows in the work house. You know, in the old days, they used to put your eyes out with a red-hot poker. Any of those bikini bombshells you’re always watchin’ worth a red-hot poker? Oh dear, we’ve become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change. Yes, sir. How’s that for a bit of home-spun philosophy?” (Stella, Rear Window, 1954)

“If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour, you’re going to see some serious shit!”
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Doc: Tell me, Future Boy, who’s President of the United States in 1985?
Marty: Ronald Reagan.
Doc: Ronald Reagan? The actor? Ha Ha Ha! Then who’s vice-president, Jerry Lewis? I suppose Jane Wyman is the First Lady?
Marty: Whoa, wait. Doc!
Doc: And Jack Benny is Secretary of the Treasury! (Back to the future, 1985)

“If might is right, then love has no place in the world. It may be so, it may be so. But I don’t have the strength to live in a world like that, Rodrigo.” (Padre Gabriel , Mission, 1986)

“See ya at the party, Richter!!!” (Douglas Quaid, Total Recall, 1990)

Centurion: What’s this, then? “Romanes eunt domus”? People called Romanes, they go, the house?
Brian: It says, "Romans go home. "
Centurion: No it doesn’t ! What’s the latin for “Roman”? Come on, come on !
Brian: Er, “Romanus” !
Centurion: Vocative plural of “Romanus” is?
Brian: Er, er, “Romani” !
Centurion: “Eunt”? What is “eunt”? Conjugate the verb, “to go” !
Brian: Er, “Ire”. Er, “eo”, “is”, “it”, “imus”, “itis”, “eunt”.
Centurion: So, “eunt” is…?
Brian: Third person plural present indicative, “they go”.
Centurion: But, “Romans, go home” is an order. So you must use…?
Brian: Aaagh ! The imperative !
Centurion: Which is…?
Brian: Aaaagh ! Er, er, “i” !
Centurion: How many Romans?
Brian: Aaaaagh ! Plural, plural, er, “ite” !
Centurion: “Domus”? Nominative? “Go home” is motion towards, isn’t it?
Brian: Dative !
Brian: Aaagh ! Not the dative, not the dative ! Er, er, accusative, “Domum” !
Centurion: But “Domus” takes the locative, which is…?
Brian: Er, “Domum” !
Centurion:Understand? Now, write it out a hundred times.
Brian: Yes sir. Thank you, sir. Hail Caesar, sir.
Centurion: Hail Caesar ! And if it’s not done by sunrise, I’ll cut your balls off. (Life of Brian, 1979)

Number 10: I don’t understand you people! I mean all these picky little points you keep bringing up. They don’t mean nothin’. You saw this kid just like I did. You’re not gonna tell me you believe that phony story about losing the knife, and that business about being at the movies. Look, you know how these people lie! It’s born in them! I mean what the heck? I don’t even have to tell you. They don’t know what the truth is! And, lemme tell you, they don’t need any real big reason to kill someone, either! No sir!
You know, they get drunk… oh, they’re very big drinkers, all of ‘em, and bang: someone’s lyin’ in the gutter. Oh, nobody’s blaming them for it. That’s how they are! By nature! You know what I mean? VIOLENT! Human life don’t mean as much to them as it does to us! Hey! Where are you going? Look, these people’re lushing it up and fighting all the time and if somebody gets killed, so somebody gets killed! They don’t care! Oh, sure, there are some good things about ‘em, too. Look, I’m the first one to say that. I’ve known a couple who were OK, but that’s the exception, y’know what I mean?
Most of ‘em, it’s like they have no feelings! They can do anything! What’s goin’ on here? I’m trying to tell you we’re makin’ a big mistake, you people! This kid’s a liar! I know it. I know all about them! I mean, what’s happenin’ here? I’m speaking my piece, and you…
Listen to me! They’re no good! There’s not a one of ‘em who’s any good!
Boy, are you smart! Well, I’m tellin’ ‘ya we better watch out! This kid on trial here, his type… Well, don’t you know about them?
What are you doin’? Listen to me! I’m tryin’ to tell you somethin’! There’s a danger here! These people are wild! Don’t you know about it? LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN!
Number 4: I have. Now sit down and don’t open your mouth again. (12 Angry men, 1957)

Porco Rosso :I’d rather be a pig than a fascist. (Porco Rosso, 1992)

Dante: You know, that artical’s accurate. Caitlin’s really getting married!
Randal: You know what I just watched?
Dante: Me pulling a can off some moron’s fist?
Randal: Return of the Jedi.
Dante: Didn’t you hear me? Caitlin is really getting married!
Randal: What did you like better? Jedi or The Empire Strikes Back?
Dante: Empire.
Randal: Blasphemy.
Dante: Empire had the better ending. I mean, Luke gets his hand cut off, finds out Vader’s his father, Han gets frozen and taken away by Boba Fett. It ends on such a down note. I mean, that’s what life is, a series of down endings. All Jedi had was a bunch of Muppets.
Randal: There was something else going on in Jedi. You ever noticed it till today. They build another Death Star, right?
Dante: Yeah.
Randal: Now, the first one was completed and fully operational before the Rebel’s destroyed it.
Dante: Luke blew it up. Give credit where credit is due.
Randal: And the second one was still being built when the blew it up.
Dante: Compliments to Lando Calrissian.
Randal: Something just never sat right with me that second time around. I could never put my figure on it, but something just wasn’t right.
Dante: And you figured it out?
Randal: The first Death Star was manned by the Imperial Army. The only people onboard were stormtroppers, dignitaries, Imperials.
Dante: Basically.
Randal: So, when the blew it up, no problem. Evil’s punished.
Dante: And the second time around?
Randal: The second time around, it wasn’t even done being built yet. It was still under construction.
Dante: So?
Randal: So, construction job of that magnitude would require a helluva lot more manpower than the Imperial army had to offer. I’ll bet there were independent contractors working on that thing: plumbers, aluminum siders, roofers.
Dante: Not just Imperials, is what you’re getting at?
Randal: Exactly. In order to get it built quickly and quietly they’d hire anybody who could do the job. Do you think the average storm trooper knows how to install a toilet main? All they know is killing and white uniforms.
Dante: All right, so they bring in independent contractors. Why are you so upset with its destruction?
Randal: All those innocent contractors hired to do a job were killed! Casualties of a war they had nothing to do with. All right, look, you’re a roofer, and some juicy government contract comes your way; you got the wife and kids and the two-story in suburbia – this is a government contract, which means all sorts of benefits. All of a sudden these left-wing militants blast you with lasers and wipe out everyone within a three-mile radius. You didn’t ask for that. You have no personal politics. You’re just trying to scrape out a living. (Dante Hicks& Randal Graves, Clerks, 1994)

Guildenstern: Whose serve?
Rosencrantz: Err…
Guildenstern: Hesitation! Love… one.
Rosencrantz: Whose go?
Guildenstern: Why?
Rosencrantz: Why not?
Guildenstern: What for?
Rosencrantz: Foul! No synonyms! One… all.
Guildenstern: What in God’s name is going on?
Rosencrantz: Foul! No rhetoric! Two… one.
Guildenstern: What does it all add up to?
Rosencrantz: Can’t you guess?
Guildenstern: Were you addressing me?
Rosencrantz: Is there anyone else?
Guildenstern: Who?
Rosencrantz: How would I know?
Guildenstern: Why do you ask?
Rosencrantz: Are you serious?
Guildenstern: Was that rhetoric?
Rosencrantz: No.
Guildenstern: Statement! Two all. Game point. (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead , 1990)

Maître: Good afternoon, sir. And how are we today?
Mr Creosote: Better.
Maître: Better?
Mr Creosote: Better get a bucket. I’m gonna throw up.
…..
The universe itself keeps expanding and expanding,
In all of the directions it can whizz,
As fast as it can go,
At the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute,
And that’s the fastest speed there is,
So, remember, when you’re feeling very small and insecure,
How amazing unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there’s intelligent life somewhere up in space
‘Cause there’s bugger all down here on Earth. (Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life, 1983)

Nascimento : “Eu já perdi a conta do número de vezes que eu virei a noite em favela por causa de convencional corrupto.” 14: “01, dá pra matar dois coelhos com uma porrada só aqui, hein?” Nascimento: “É 100%, 14?”

14: “Caveira, meu capitão!”
Nascimento: “Então senta o dedo nessa porra!”
…..
Nascimento: “O conceito de estratégia, em grego strateegia, em latim strategi, em francês stratégie… Os senhores estão anotando?”
Turno: “Sim, senhor!”
Nascimento: “Vou pedir isso na prova. …em inglês strategy, Em alemão strategie, em italiano strategia, em espanhol estrategia…”
Auxiliar: “Senhor coordenador! O senhor 05 está dormindo.”
Nascimento: “Oh, Senhor 05!”
05: “Sim, senhor!”
Nascimento: "Tenha a bondade. Senhor 05, se o senhor deixar essa granada cair, o senhor vai explodir o turno inteiro. O senhor vai explodir os seus colegas, o senhor vai explodir os meus auxiliares, o senhor vai me explodir. O senhor vai dormir, senhor 05?
05: “Não, senhor!”
Nascimento: “Estamos todos confiando no senhor. Eu vou retomar o raciocínio. O conceito de estratégia, em grego strateegia, em latim strategi, em francês…” (Tropa De Elite, 2007)

Dax: They’re not cowards, so if some of them didn’t leave the trenches, it must have been because it was impossible.
Mireau: They were ordered to attack. It was their duty to obey that order. We can’t leave it up to the men to decide when an order is possible or not. If it was impossible, the only proof of that would be their dead bodies lying in the bottom of the trenches. They are scum, Colonel, the whole rotten regiment; a pack of sneaking, whining, tail-dragging curs.
Dax: Do you really believe that, sir?
Mireau: Yes, I do. That’s exactly what I believe. And what’s more, it’s an incontestable fact.
Dax: Then why not shoot the entire regiment? I’m perfectly serious…If it’s an example you want, then take me…One man will do as well as a hundred. The logical choice is the officer most responsible for the attack. (Paths of Glory, 1957)

“Ruuuuuuuun!!!!Get to the choppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!” (Dutch Schaefer, Predator, 1987)

“Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo, third officer reporting. The other members of the crew, Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash and Captain Dallas, are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off. " (Ellen Ripley, Alien, 1979)

Bennings: Mac vuole il lanciafiamme!
Childs: Che cosa vuole?!?
Bennings: Ha detto proprio così: lanciafiamme!
Childs: Oh Cristo!
…..
“I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I’d rather not spend the rest of this winter TIED TO THIS FUCKING COUCH! " (The Thing, 1982)

Kylie:Non- ti- voltare.
Mr Fox: Che c’è?….. Da dove è spuntato? Tu, da dove vieni? Che cosa ci fai qui? Canis Lupus. Vulpes vulpes! Non parla la nostra lingua, nè il latino. Pensez-vous que l’hiver sera rude? Gli ho chiesto se ci attende un inverno duro. Non sembra che lo sappia. Io ho una fobia dei lupi!
….. Una bellissima creatura. Augurateli buona fortuna! (Fantastic Mr Fox, 2009)

“Water is wet, the sky is blue, women have secrets … who gives a fuck? "
……
"Nobody likes you. Everybody hates you. You’re gonna lose. Smile, you fuck. "
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Jimmy Dix: Hi, you’re nobody.
Joe Hallenbeck: Shhh, don’t tell anyone. (The Last Boy Scout, 1991)

John McClane: Listen, you fail I cover your ass. I fail you cover my ass!
Zeus Carver: And if we both fail?
John McClane: Then we’re both fucked!
….
“Attention! Attention! Nils is dead! I repeat, Nils is dead, fuck-head. So’s his pal, and those four guys from the East German All-Stars, your boys down at the bank? They’re gonna be a little late. "
….
Zeus: Why you keep calling me Jésus? I look Puerto Rican to you?
John McClane: Guy back there called you Jésus.
Zeus: He didn’t say Jésus. He said, “Hey, Zeus!” My name is Zeus.
John McClane: Zeus?
Zeus: Yeah, Zeus! As in, father of Apollo? Mt. Olympus? Don’t fuck with me or I’ll shove a lightning bolt up your ass? Zeus! You got a problem with that?
John McClane: No, I don’t have a problem with that. (Die hard with a vengeance, 1995)

“Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho.”
…..
Hans Gruber: Who are you then?
John McClane: Just a fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench. The pain in the ass.
…..
Hans Gruber:] Mr. Mystery Guest? Are you still there?
John McClane: Yeah, I’m still here. Unless you wanna open the front door for me.
Hans Gruber: Uh, no, I’m afraid not. But, you have me at a loss. You know my name but who are you? Just another American who saw too many movies as a child? Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he’s John Wayne? Rambo? Marshal Dillon?
John McClane: Was always kinda partial to Roy Rogers actually. I really like those sequined shirts.
Hans Gruber: Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy?
John McClane: Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
….
“Come out to the coast, we’ll get together, have a few laughs…” (Die Hard, 1988)

“Like I told my last wife, I said “Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it’s all in the reflexes.”
….
Wang Chi: You ready, Jack?
Jack Burton: I was born ready.
…..
“You just listen to the words of the old Porkchop Express and take his advice on a dark and stormy night when the lightning is crashing, the thunder rolling and the rain falling in sheets as thick as lead. Just remember what Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, the poison arrows fall from the sky and the pillars of heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton looks that big old storm right in the eye and he says: ’Gimme your best shot pal, I can take it !!!” (Jack Burton, Big trouble in little China, 1986)

Bob Hauk: You go in, find the President, bring him out in 24 hours, and you’re a free man.
Snake Plissken: 24 hours, huh?
Bob Hauk: I’m making you an offer.
Snake Plissken: Bullshit!
Bob Hauk: Straight just like I said.
Snake Plissken: I’ll think about it.
Bob Hauk: No time. Give me an answer.
Snake Plissken: Get a new president!
Bob Hauk: We’re still at war, Plissken. We need him alive.
Snake Plissken: I don’t give a fuck about your war… or your president.
Bob Hauk: Is that your answer?
Snake Plissken: I’m thinking about it.
Bob Hauk: Think hard.
Snake Plissken: [pause] Why me?
Bob Hauk: You flew the Gullfire over Leningrad. You know how to get in quiet. You’re all I got.
Snake Plissken: [pause] I guess I go in one way or the other… doesn’t mean shit to me. All right… I’ll do it. Give me the pardon paper.
Bob Hauk: When you come out.
Snake Plissken: Before.
Bob Hauk: I told you I wasn’t a fool, Plissken.
Snake Plissken: Call me Snake. (Escape from New York, 1981)

Mark Gor: You think learning will help you? Don’t think reading gangster books will make you the boss. Have you ever had a gun pointed at your head? No. Twelve years ago… twelve years already. For the first time, I went with Ho to bring goods to Indonesia. The boss there treated us to dinner in the night club. I said something wrong to displease the boss. Then there were two guns pointed at my head. I was forced to dring a bottle of whisky. I was so scared, I pissed my pants! Fortunately, Ho drank the whole bottle of whisky for me. But it got even worse after that. Four guns were pointed at my head! You know they made me drink? Piss! Drink piss in a night club! You want to learn? That’s learning! That’s how we got through out first job.
Ho Tse Sung: That’s all in the past. Forget about it.
Mark Gor: No! I have never cried before; that was the first time I cried. I swore I’d never let anyone point a gun at my head again! ( A better tomorrow, 1986)

“Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone. "
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“Can fifteen years of imaginary training really be put to use? Apparently, it can. "
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" Even though I’m no better than a beast, don’t I have the right to live? " (Oh Dae-su, Oldboy, 2003)

May 10th. Thank God for the rain which has helped wash away the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. I’m workin’ 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, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take ‘em to Harlem. I don’t care. Don’t make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won’t even take spooks. Don’t make no difference to me.
…..

Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There’s no escape. I’m God’s lonely man. June 8th. My life has taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change.

I tried several times to call her, but after the first call, she wouldn’t come to the phone any longer. I also sent flowers but with no luck. The smell of the flowers only made me sicker. The headaches got worse. I think I got stomach cancer. I shouldn’t complain though. You’re only as healthy, you’re only as healthy as you feel. You’re only as…healthy…as…you…feel.
….

Twelve hours of work and I still can’t sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. They don’t end.

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