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What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn’t you consider that to be insane?
 
If your manner of speech is any indication of the workings of your mind, then it's a wonder you can even tie your shoes.
 
I wouldn't wish the midwest on anybody. Not the Nazis…not mom. It's just this sea of plaid…and polyester…and aluminum siding.
 
OK... First I'll access the secret military spy satelite that is in geosynchronous orbit over the midwest. Then I'll ID the limo by the vanity plate "MR. BIGGG" and get his approximate position. Then I'll reposition the transmission dish on the remote truck to 17.32 degrees east, hit WESTAR 4 over the Atlantic, bounce the signal back into the aerosphere up to COMSAT 6, beam it back to SATCOM 2 transmitter number 137 and down on the dish on the back of Mr. Big's limo... It's almost too easy.
 
I feel good today, Silent Bob, we're gonna make some money, then you know what we're going to do? We're gonna go to that party, and we're gonna get some pussy, and I'm gonna fuck this bitch, and fuck this bitch, I'll fuck ANYTHING THAT MOVES! What the fuck you lookin at, I'll kick yo fuckin ass! Shit yeah. Doesn't that fucker owe me 10 bucks? You know, fuckin tonight, we're gonna rip off that fucker's head, and take out his fuckin' SOUL. Hey, what's up baby, what's up, sluts?
 
Mother, I am going to have an assignation with a young woman. An assignation. No... mother.... I am going to get laid.
 
You told me you wanted to do it, how horny a man gets when he's 19… how his balls ache morning noon and night, six days, seven if he don't get it.
 
You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious.
 
I loved it when you nuked Las Vegas. Suitably biblical ending to the place, don't you think?
 
The fate of the planet is in the hands of a bunch of retards I wouldn't trust with a potato gun.
 
Look, if you're gonna shoot me, then go ahead and SHOOT ME, but I have to answer the phone!
 
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