Do I ice her? Do I marry her?



- Prizzi's Honor

This one's for Dancere

[to his erection]
Ford Fairlane: Come on, down boy. Down Stanley. Roseanne Barr naked. Gone.

- The Adventures Of Ford Fairlane

... STELLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ...



- Streetcar Named Desire

... ...


... Now, that would work everytime ...


... Which begs the question, how did she ever conceive??? ...

Ford Fairlane: My hair. My hair.

- The Adventures of Ford Fairlane

Gonna spank you!

Spank you harder!!! (Kills him next time she sees him)



- The LAST Seduction

Leon

Woot.

"Mathilda: You killed my brother.

Stansfield: I'm sorry. And you want to join him?

Mathilda: No.

Stansfield: It's always the same thing. It's when you start to become really afraid of death that you learn to appreciate life. Do you like life, sweetheart?

Mathilda: Yes.

Stansfield: That's good, because I take no pleasure in taking life if it's from a person who doesn't care about it."

It's too bad we had to kill her. I really liked the outfit she had on.

- Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama

You're not looking for a job... you're waiting for the world to end...

- Combat Shock

I don't need this. I already got trouble with my kids, my wife, my business, my secretary, the bums... the runaways, the roaches, prickly heat, and a homo dog. This just ain't my day.

- Street Trash

For a short person, you have long sentences.

- The Private Eyes

"Ever heard of chaos theory, Ed? It's a science, tries to determine underlying patterns in chaotic systems like weather, ocean currents, blood flow sort of things. But it turns out that are few things more chaotic than the beat of a human heart. Its beating up, slowing down. Pretty face, flirty stares. It's always changing on what's happening to ourselves out there. It's an erratic son of a *****. But underneath all of that bump-da-bump mess, there is in fact a pattern, the truth, and it's love. Most important thing about love is that we choose to give it, and we choose to receive it. Making it the least random act in the entire universe. It transcends blood, it transcends betrayal and all the dirt and makes us human. "

--Frank Allen, Chaos Theory

Angela: So, do I have to take the rest of my clothes off or can I leave them on?

Angela Dodson: John?

John: I'm thinking...

Constantine

Chris Knight: Have you ever seen a body like this before in your life?
David Decker: She happens to be my daughter.
Chris Knight: Oh. Then I guess you have.


Chris Knight: So, if there's anything I can do for you, or, more to the point, to you, you just let me know.
Susan: Can you hammer a six-inch spike through a board with your penis?
Chris Knight: Not right now.
Susan: A girl's gotta have her standards.


- Real Genius

"Once upon a time there was an inventor so gifted that he could create life. A truly remarkable man. Since he had no wife or children he decided to create them in his laboratory. He started with wife and fast into the most beautiful princess in the world. Alas, a wicked genetic fairy cast a spell on the inventor so much so that the princess was only knee height or less. He then cloned six children in his own image - faithful, hardworking. They were so alike no one could tell them apart. But fate tricked him again, giving them all sleeping sickness.

Craving someone to talk to he grew in a fish-tank a poor migraine-ridden brain. And then at last he created his masterpiece, more intelligent than the most intelligent man on Earth. But, alas, the inventor made a serious mistake. While his creation was intelligent he never ever had a dream.

You can't image how quickly he grew old, because he was so unhappy. Then the poor masterpiece became so crazed he believed a single tear drop could save him. And after committing many cruel deeds he died, never knowing what it was to dream."

- The City of Lost Children

"You've got it wrong. I am not in here with you; You're in here with me."

Horshak from the movie, "Watchmen".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watchmen_%28film%29

Submissive!

- Secretary

Chaplain: Let us praise God. O Lord...

Congregation: O Lord...

Chaplain: ...Ooh, You are so big...

Congregation: ...ooh, You are so big...

Chaplain: ...So absolutely huge.

Congregation: ...So absolutely huge.

Chaplain: Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

Congregation: Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You.

Chaplain: Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and...

Congregation: And barefaced flattery.

Chaplain: But You are so strong and, well, just so super.

Congregation: Fantastic.

Humphrey: Amen.

Congregation: Amen.



- Meaning of Life

Maitre d': Good evening sir and how are we today?

Mr. Creosote: Better.

Maitre d': Better?

Mr. Creosote: Better get a bucket. I'm gonna throw up.



- Meaning of Life

Harry Blackitt: Look at them, bloody Catholics, filling the bloody world up with bloody people they can't afford to bloody feed.

Mrs. Blackitt: What are we dear?

Harry Blackitt: Protestant, and fiercely proud of it.

Mrs. Blackitt: Hmm. Well, why do they have so many children?

Harry Blackitt: Because... every time they have sexual intercourse, they have to have a baby.

Mrs. Blackitt: But it's the same with us, Harry.

Harry Blackitt: What do you mean?

Mrs. Blackitt: Well, I mean, we've got two children, and we've had sexual intercourse twice.

Harry Blackitt: That's not the point. We could have it any time we wanted.

Mrs. Blackitt: Really?

Harry Blackitt: Oh, yes, and, what's more, because we don't believe in all that Papist claptrap, we can take precautions.

Mrs. Blackitt: What, you mean... lock the door?

Harry Blackitt: No, no. I mean, because we are members of the Protestant Reformed Church, which successfully challenged the autocratic power of the Papacy in the mid-sixteenth century, we can wear little rubber devices to prevent issue.

Mrs. Blackitt: What d'you mean?

Harry Blackitt: I could, if I wanted, have sexual intercourse with you...

Mrs. Blackitt: Oh, yes, Harry.

Harry Blackitt: ...and, by wearing a rubber sheath over my old feller, I could insure... that, when I came off, you would not be impregnated.

Mrs. Blackitt: Ooh.

Harry Blackitt: That's what being a Protestant's all about. That's why it's the church for me. That's why it's the church for anyone who respects the individual and the individual's right to decide for him or herself. When Martin Luther nailed his protest up to the church door in fifteen-seventeen, he may not have realised the full significance of what he was doing, but four hundred years later, thanks to him, my dear, I can wear whatever I want on my John Thomas...
[sniff]

Harry Blackitt: ... and, Protestantism doesn't stop at the simple condom. Oh, no. I can wear French Ticklers if I want.

Mrs. Blackitt: You what?

Harry Blackitt: French Ticklers. Black Mambos. Crocodile Ribs. Sheaths that are designed not only to protect, but also to enhance the stimulation of sexual congress.

Mrs. Blackitt: Have you got one?

Harry Blackitt: Have I got one? Uh, well, no, but I can go down the road any time I want and walk into Harry's and hold my head up high and say in a loud, steady voice, 'Harry, I want you to sell me a condom. In fact, today, I think I'll have a French Tickler, for I am a Protestant.'
Mrs. Blackitt: Well, why don't you?

Harry Blackitt: But they - Well, they cannot, 'cause their church never made the great leap out of the Middle Ages and the domination of alien Episcopal supremacy.


- Meaning of Life