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Let's drag this down to my murky depths
DEAD MEN DON'T WEAR PLAID:
Edward Arnold - "Don't go near my daughter again, don't write her, don't phone her"
Steve Martin - "Can I use her underwear to make soup?"
SERIAL MOM
Chip - "I'm so happy I could shit!"
Mom - "Chip, you know how I hate the brown word!"
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"I'm down, I've got the 411, and you are not going out and getting jiggy with some boy, I don't care how dope his ride is. My momma didn't raise no foo'!" -- Larry Miller, 10 Things I Hate About You
"What is it with this chick? She have beer-flavored nipples?" -- Heath Ledger, 10 Things I Hate About You
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Joe: Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink.
Mr. Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe: Because you're a faggot, alright?
or
Mr. White: For the past fifteen minutes, you've been droning on about names. Toby. Toby?
[flips pages in book]
Mr. White: Toby? Toby Wong. Toby Wong? Toby Wong. Toby Chung? Fucking Charlie Chan. I got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear, and Toby the Jap... I don't know what - comin' out of my right.
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[Joe counts the tip and finds it is a buck short]
Joe: Hey, who didn't throw in?
Mr. Orange: Mr. Pink.
Joe: Mr. Pink? Why not?
Mr. Orange: He don't tip.
Joe: He don't tip? Whaddaya mean you don't tip?
Mr. Orange: He don't believe in it.
Joe: Shut up!
Is this movie briliant or what?????
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"Come on, all the long distance lines are down? What about satellites? Is it snowing in space?" -- Bill Murray, Groundhog Day
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Oct 10, 2010 - 6:51 AM
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CinemaScope
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Joe: Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink.
Mr. Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe: Because you're a faggot, alright?
or
Mr. White: For the past fifteen minutes, you've been droning on about names. Toby. Toby?
[flips pages in book]
Mr. White: Toby? Toby Wong. Toby Wong? Toby Wong. Toby Chung? Fucking Charlie Chan. I got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear, and Toby the Jap... I don't know what - comin' out of my right.
or
[Joe counts the tip and finds it is a buck short]
Joe: Hey, who didn't throw in?
Mr. Orange: Mr. Pink.
Joe: Mr. Pink? Why not?
Mr. Orange: He don't tip.
Joe: He don't tip? Whaddaya mean you don't tip?
Mr. Orange: He don't believe in it.
Joe: Shut up!
Is this movie briliant or what?????
???? Hardly worth typing out!
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Oct 10, 2010 - 7:34 AM
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SBD
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"Well, how nice of you to join us here."
"Listen, I think I've got something."
"You need a dermatologist?"
"Don't tell me. I'll get it...George Raft, right?"
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I think I got something; something really big. It could be your actual ball game."
"Well, golly gee, Scoop, that sounds interesting."
"They know I'm onto them. They've already tried to kill me."
"Who's 'they'?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"You won't believe me."
"You don't think so?"
"I got a tip from a friend, a good friend, then he disappeared."
"Just disappeared."
"Like he never existed. There's some lady living in his apartment now. It's all different. She says she's been living there for more than a year. I checked the building rental office. They have receipts from her for more than a year. I checked with NASA personnel. They have no record that my friend ever worked there. They said they never even heard of him."
"So, this friend of yours gives you a tip and pfffft! he disappears, and it turns out he never lived in his apartment, he never worked at NASA, and this is the guy that gives you a tip on your cosmic scoop and you think I won't believe you."
"My car. Someone tampered with my car."
"The one you decided to go swimming with?"
"They did something to it. I couldn't stop it."
"Can you prove it?"
"The police said...they said that nothing was wrong."
"And you think I won't believe you."
"Somebody took a shot at me."
"When?"
"Yesterday."
"Thank God I've got an alibi."
"I'm telling you the truth!"
"Listen to me and listen good: I don't like you, Caulfield. You're ambitious. You think the way to get ahead is to come up with the scoop of the century. Woodward and Bernstein were good reporters. That's how they did it. Not by telling me they've located Patty Hearst three times like you did. Or that brilliant piece of investigative journalism you pulled off by finding an eyewitness to the second gunman at the Kennedy assassination. The small fact that the man had been in a mental institution at the time never deterred you, not 'Scoop' Caulfield. Now, most reporters are like me. They are plodders. They spend a lot of their time checking little things like facts. They cover mundane stories like wars and trials and hearings. You never seem to have enough time in your busy schedule to stoop so low as to cover a story. You occupy your time with tips from people who never existed. Driving your car into water and claiming it wasn't your fault. Getting shot at by unseen gunmen. Now, I really hate to interrupt your meteoric career with something so plebian as a legitimate story. However, a trainload of propane gas had the bad taste to derail near Galveston and there's a whole town that just might blow up, so it'd be really peachy of you to join your film crew that's waiting for you on the plane at this very moment while we speak."
"That was some speech."
"I thought so."
"I cannot go to Galveston right now."
"I don't think I heard you."
"Look...when a reporter tells his assignment editor that he thinks he's onto something that could be really big, the assignment editor is supposed to say, 'You got 48 hours, kids and you better come up with something good or it's going to be your neck!'. That's what he's supposed to say. I saw it in a movie."
"Get your ass on that plane."
"I can't. I have to follow this."
"And you can't tell me what this Earth-shattering story is?"
"It sounds too crazy. If I told you, I could be in more trouble."
"You're not crazy. I'm crazy. I'm crazy for listening and I'm crazy for saying what I'm about to say: I'll give you 24 hours to come up with something, not 48. I saw the movie, too. It was 24!"
David Doyle and Elliott Gould, CAPRICORN ONE
(I greatly apologize for the lengthiness, but this may well be one of my all-time favorite exchanges in all of film.)
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