Quotes:Let me guess. You're a French aristocrat, she's a simple girl of the people, and she won't even give you a tumbrel. Hah!
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
I am sick and tired of being treated like I don't exist.
She killed herself. She slit her wrists and drowned in the bathtub. Let's hope you don't wind up like her.
Prison life consists of routine, and then more routine.
Men are rats. Listen to me, they're fleas on rats. Worse than that, they're amoebas on fleas on rats.
David Mills: Wait, I thought all you did was kill innocent people.
John Doe: Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? An obese man... a disgusting man who could barely stand up; a man who if you saw him on the street, you'd point him out to your friends so that they could join you in mocking him; a man, who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. After him, I picked the lawyer and I know you both must have been secretly thanking me for that one. This is a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath that he could muster to keeping murderers and rapists on the streets!
David Mills: Murderers?
John Doe: A woman...
David Mills: Murderers, John, like yourself?
John Doe: [interrupts] A woman... so ugly on the inside she couldn't bear to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer, a drug dealing pederast, actually! And let's not forget the disease-spreading whore! Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. But that's the point. We see a deadly sin on every street corner, in every home, and we tolerate it. We tolerate it because it's common, it's trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon, and night. Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example. What I've done is going to be puzzled over and studied and followed... forever.
Private Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?
Private Vasquez: No, have you?
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The above is from "Aliens"
I think we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.
Now you listen to me, I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've got a job, a secretary, a mother, two ex-wives and several bartenders that depend upon me, and I don't intend to disappoint them all by getting myself "slightly" killed
Mind your distance, though. Those balloons can be a bit dodgy. You wouldn't want one of them to pop
Courage! What makes a king out of a slave? Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or the dusky dusk? What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage! What makes the sphinx the seventh wonder? Courage! What makes the dawn come up like thunder? Courage! What makes the Hottentot so hot? What puts the "ape" in apricot? What have they got that I ain't got?
Why should I listen to you, anyway? You're a virgin who can't drive.
Short of the outbreak of World War Three, the ship sinking... being attacked by a giant octopus, I'd like to be undisturbed for the next thirty minutes.
How does an average guy like me become the number one lover-man in his particular postal district? He's grumpy, he's broke, he hangs out with the musical moron twins...
Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas?
Listen, mister, if you don't get me on board that goddamn submarine, I might just have a war for you! You got me? Now you have ten more minutes' worth of fuel, we stay here ten more minutes!
This is the story of the three Baudelaire children. Violet loved to invent; her brother, Klaus, loved to read; and their sister, Sunny... she loved to bite. My name is Lemony Snicket and it is my duty to tell you their tale. No one knows the precise cause of the Baudelaire fire, but just like that, the Baudelaire children became the Baudelaire orphans.
It's kosher. As Christmas.
Supercallifragilisticexpialidocious!
Of course he had a gun. This is Texas! Everybody has a gun. My florist has a gun!
Oh, Moses, I shall be with you when you go to see the king of Egypt but Pharaoh will not listen. So I shall stretch out my hand and smite Egypt will all my wonders! Take the staff in your hand. With it, you shall do my wonders! Va
Those who do evil to others - the killers, the rapists, psychos, sadists - you will come to know me well. Frank Castle is dead. Call me The Punisher
Listen, here's the thing. If you can't spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker.
I kill a communist for fun, but for a green card, I gonna carve him up real nice
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was making people believe he never existed and just like that, he's gone
Have you ever heard of Harry Houdini? Well he wasn't like today's magicians who are only interested in television ratings. He was an artist. He could make an elephant disappear in the middle of a theater filled with people, and do you know how he did that? Misdirection.
They call me Mister Tibbs!
You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.
Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.
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