Top 10 movie speeches

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From a 2004 story: 'Napalm' speech tops movie poll

A monologue from war movie Apocalypse Now has been voted the best speech in cinema history in a survey of 6,500 film buffs. Jack Nicholson's "You can't handle the truth" speech in A Few Good Men was second in the poll by DVD and video rental company Blockbuster UK. Third was Marlon Brando's "I could have been a contender" address from the classic 1954 movie On The Waterfront. However, not a single speech in the top 20 was made by a female character. "Where are all the great speeches made by women?" said Blockbuster UK's marketing director Sarah Baxter. "I think it's definitely time for the world's great actresses to be given an equal chance."

1. Robert Duvall, Apocalypse Now (1979): You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...

2. Jack Nicholson, A Few Good Men (1992): You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know - that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

3. Marlon Brando, On The Waterfront (1954): Remember that night in the Garden? You came down to my dressing room and you said 'kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson'... You was my brother, Charlie. You shoulda looked out for me a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short-end money. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum. Which is what I am. Let's face it.

4. Samuel L Jackson, Pulp Fiction (1994): The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.

5. Michael Douglas, Wall Street (1987): The point is, ladies and gentleman, is that greed - for lack of a better word - is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms - greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge - has marked the upward surge of mankind. And Greed - you mark my words - will not only save Teldar Paper but that other malfunctioning corporation called the USA.

6. Peter Finch, Network (1976): I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the streets, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.

7. Ewan McGregor, Trainspotting (1996): Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends... Choose your future. Choose life.

8. Clint Eastwood, Dirty Harry (1971): I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?

9. Richard E Grant, Withnail and I (1987): . What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither.

10. Mel Gibson, Braveheart (1995): You have come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight? Aye, fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!
 
Good list. But it's been censored. :eek:

Correction below. :cool:
7. Ewan McGregor, Trainspotting (1996): Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends... Choose your future. Choose life.

Oh wait, it's been really neutered, leavingout all the best bits:
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
 
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One of the best

"Well, I believe in the soul. The cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone! I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter! I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve . . . and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."

:)
 
"If I can give you one piece of advice . . . fuck many women. Not just a few, but MANY."

Paraphrased from Little Miss Sunshine.
 
Oh, God bless and keep you, Liar. I was just about to add the end to that quote. How I love it. :heart:

One of my favorite movie speeches is from Men in Black, delivered by Tommy Lee Jones:

Fifteen hundred years ago, everybody knew that the Earth was the center of the Universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew that the Earth was flat. Fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone in the Universe. Just think what you'll know tomorrow.

I smile at it often, and like its gentle reminder of the value of humility.

As for great speeches by women, I'd nominate Iggy Threadgood, with her voice breaking, telling her story of the ducks who flew away with the pond to Ruth, who is dying in the bed behind her. It's so beautifully done.

Oh, and I really am disappointed not to see my favorite replicant on the list:

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

Shanglan
 
However, not a single speech in the top 20 was made by a female character. "Where are all the great speeches made by women?" said Blockbuster UK's marketing director Sarah Baxter. "I think it's definitely time for the world's great actresses to be given an equal chance."
Here are a couple "great speeches" by a very "great actress"

Katharine Hepburn

THE LION IN WINTER
Of course he has a knife. He's always has a knife. We all have knives. It's 1183 and we're barbarians. How clear we make it.

Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war -- not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing.

We are the killers.

We breed wars.

We carry it like syphilis inside. Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten.

For the love of God can't we love one another just a little?

That's how peace begins.

We have so much to love each other for.

We have such possibilities, my children.

We could change the world.


==

ON GOLDEN POND
Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't you forget it. You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!

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Of course this entire Blockbuster PR stunt is bogus since it includes fluff such as numbers 9 and 10, but leaves out one of the greatest speech in movie history, George C. Scott's speech to the 3rd Army in PATTON:

Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.

Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans, traditionally, love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle.

When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. Now, I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.

Now, an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.

Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel.

Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken-out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.

Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything -- except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're gonna kick him in the ass. We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose!

Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home, and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you, "What did you do in the great World War II?" -- you won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana."

All right now you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel.

Oh, I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime,anywhere.

That's all.


Rumple Foreskin :cool:
 
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Ricardo Montalban, as Khan, in Star Trek II.

Excerpt: "To the last, I grapple with thee . . ."

Evil defying defeat to the bitter end. Almost have to respect the son of a bitch . . .
 
slyc_willie said:
"Well, I believe in the soul. The cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone! I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter! I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve . . . and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."

:)


Yes, they left out one of my favorites.

Bull Durham's Crash.

:kiss:
 
sweetsubsarahh said:
Yes, they left out one of my favorites.

Bull Durham's Crash.

:kiss:

And you can't forget, as one of the best one-liners of all time:

"Yeah? From what I hear, you couldn't hit water if you fell out of a fucking boat."

God, I love that line. :)
 
slyc_willie said:
And you can't forget, as one of the best one-liners of all time:

"Yeah? From what I hear, you couldn't hit water if you fell out of a fucking boat."

God, I love that line. :)

So do I.

:cathappy:
 
Rumple Foreskin said:
Here are a couple "great speeches" by a very "great actress"

Katharine Hepburn

THE LION IN WINTER
Of course he has a knife. He's always has a knife. We all have knives. It's 1183 and we're barbarians. How clear we make it.

Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war -- not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing.

We are the killers.

We breed wars.

We carry it like syphilis inside. Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten.

For the love of God can't we love one another just a little?

That's how peace begins.

We have so much to love each other for.

We have such possibilities, my children.

We could change the world.


==

ON GOLDEN POND
Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't you forget it. You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!

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Rumple Foreskin :cool:
Yes, but are you sure Kathryn Hepburn was a woman?


:devil: Just kidding - I liked the young Kate best, though - the old one with the exagerated quavery was just too irritating.
 
I'm surprised there aren't any Casablanca lines.

"Here's looking at you, kid."

"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine."
 
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Perhaps the greates free market speech in movie history - "Larry the Liquidator" (Danny DeVito) in Other People's Money. Does a better job than all the econ textbooks in the world of illustrating Joseph Schumpeter's concept of "creative destruction."

You can watch it here: http://www.americanrhetoric.com/MovieSpeeches/moviespeechotherpeoplesmoneydevito.html

It follows the earnest company CEO Gregory Peck giving a pious speech to stockholders urging them not to sell out to the wall street 'break up artist.' Peck concludes, "Dammit! A business is worth more than the price of its stock. It's the place where we earn our living, where we meet our friends, dream our dreams. It is, in every sense, the very fabric that binds our society together. So let us now, at this meeting, say to every Garfield (DeVito) in the land, 'Here, we build things. We don't destroy them. Here, we care about more than the price of our stock! Here, we care about people.' "

Devito responds: :D

'Amen. And amen. And amen. You have to forgive me. I'm not familiar with the local custom. Where I come from, you always say "Amen" after you hear a prayer. Because that's what you just heard -- a prayer. Where I come from, that particular prayer is called "The Prayer for the Dead." You just heard The Prayer for the Dead, my fellow stockholders, and you didn't say, "Amen."

'This company is dead. I didn't kill it. Don't blame me. It was dead when I got here. It's too late for prayers. For even if the prayers were answered, and a miracle occurred, and the yen did this, and the dollar did that, and the infrastructure did the other thing, we would still be dead. You know why? Fiber optics. New technologies. Obsolescence. We're dead alright. We're just not broke. And you know the surest way to go broke? Keep getting an increasing share of a shrinking market. Down the tubes. Slow but sure.

'You know, at one time there must've been dozens of companies makin' buggy whips. And I'll bet the last company around was the one that made the best goddamn buggy whip you ever saw. Now how would you have liked to have been a stockholder in that company? You invested in a business and this business is dead. Let's have the intelligence, let's have the decency to sign the death certificate, collect the insurance, and invest in something with a future.

'"Ah, but we can't," goes the prayer. "We can't because we have responsibility, a responsibility to our employees, to our community. What will happen to them?" I got two words for that: Who cares? Care about them? Why? They didn't care about you. They sucked you dry. You have no responsibility to them. For the last ten years this company bled your money. Did this community ever say, "We know times are tough. We'll lower taxes, reduce water and sewer." Check it out: You're paying twice what you did ten years ago. And our devoted employees, who have taken no increases for the past three years, are still making twice what they made ten years ago; and our stock -- one-sixth what it was ten years ago.

'Who cares? I'll tell ya: Me. I'm not your best friend. I'm your only friend. I don't make anything? I'm makin' you money. And lest we forget, that's the only reason any of you became stockholders in the first place. You wanna make money! You don't care if they manufacture wire and cable, fried chicken, or grow tangerines! You wanna make money! I'm the only friend you've got. I'm makin' you money.

'Take the money. Invest it somewhere else. Maybe, maybe you'll get lucky and it'll be used productively. And if it is, you'll create new jobs and provide a service for the economy and, God forbid, even make a few bucks for yourselves. And if anybody asks, tell 'em ya gave at the plant.'

:D :D :D
 
D-Day: War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Otter: Germans?
Boon: Forget it, he's rolling.
Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the going gets tough . . . the tough get going. Who's with me? Let's Go! Come on! AAAAEEEEEGGGHHHH!! [Bluto runs out of the room alone; then returns] What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...
 
Oddball: Hi, man.
Big Joe: What are you doing?
Oddball: I'm drinking wine and eating cheese, and catching some rays, you know.
Big Joe: What's happening?
Oddball: Well, the tank's broke and they're trying to fix it.
Big Joe: Well, then, why the hell aren't you up there helping them?
Oddball: [chuckles] I only ride 'em, I don't know what makes 'em work.
Big Joe: Christ!
Oddball: Definitely an antisocial type. Woof, woof, woof! That's my other dog imitation.

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Oddball: Always with the negative waves Moriarty, always with the negative waves.


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Oddball: A Sherman can give you a very nice... edge.



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McKenna said:
Oddball: A Sherman can give you a very nice... edge.
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[the lone obstacle to the sought-after gold is a solitary tank guarding the bank]
Crapgame: Try making a DEAL!
Big Joe: What kind of DEAL?
Crapgame: A DEAL, deal! Maybe he's a Republican. You know, "Business is business."
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
[the lone obstacle to the sought-after gold is a solitary tank guarding the bank]
Crapgame: Try making a DEAL!
Big Joe: What kind of DEAL?
Crapgame: A DEAL, deal! Maybe he's a Republican. You know, "Business is business."


:heart:

I think we'd enjoy movie night together!
 
McKenna said:
:heart:

I think we'd enjoy movie night together!
Sounds like it. :)

That movie always struck me as very odd - it says much more about the year it was made (1970) than the year it was made about (1944). The thing I've often wondered is whether there were any proto-hippies in 1944 like Oddball (Donald Sutherland), or like Yossarian in Catch 22. The latter is more likely, since Joseph Heller was a vet. Ditto with Vonnegut and Slaughterhouse 5.

I read one time that Hells Angels started out as a group of former Army Aviation types who returned from The Big One and found life without adrenalin just too dull.
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
Sounds like it. :)

That movie always struck me as very odd - it says much more about the year it was made (1970) than the year it was made about (1944). The thing I've often wondered is whether there were any proto-hippies in 1944 like Oddball (Donald Sutherland), or like Yossarian in Catch 22. The latter is more likely, since Joseph Heller was a vet. Ditto with Vonnegut and Slaughterhouse 5.

I read one time that Hells Angels started out as a group of former Army Aviation types who returned from The Big One and found life without adrenalin just too dull.


I've had a similar discussion before, actually. I tend to agree with you, especially in Oddball's case (though I wonder if the "beatniks" were the predecessors to the hippies?) It's like watching spaghetti Westerns: Supposedly they are set in the 1800's American West, but on some you can see a vapor trail from jets in the sky. :D

I've also heard the same about the Hell's Angels. Have no idea if it's true or urban myth, however.
 
Kelly's Heroes is one of thos "not really that good" movies I watch again and again just for the individual performances, and that great take-off of the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly near the end.

One more Belushi moment:
The Mystery Woman (Carrie Fisher): You contemptible pig! I remained celibate for you. I stood at the back of a cathedral, waiting, in celibacy, for you, with three hundred friends and relatives in attendance. My uncle hired the best Romanian caterers in the state. To obtain the seven limousines for the wedding party, my father used up his last favor with Mad Pete Trullo. So for me, for my mother, my grandmother, my father, my uncle, and for the common good, I must now kill you, and your brother.

Joliet Jake Blues (John Belushi): I ran outta gas! I had a flat tire! I didn't have enough money for cab fare! My tux didn't come back from the cleaners! An old friend came in from outta town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts!! It wasn't my fault I swear to God!!!

Rumple Foreskin :cool:
 
Rumple Foreskin said:
Kelly's Heroes is one of thos "not really that good" movies I watch again and again just for the individual performances, and that great take-off of the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly near the end.

Agreed. Donald Sutherland is a cracker. I liked his performance in the M*A*S*H movie, as well as Dirty Dozen.
 
Another good one

Seth: “You think I’m fucking playing with you, asshole? Do you want this little girl to die? Or that little girl? Or yourself? Or your bosom buddy with the badge? Now, I don’t wanna do it, but I will turn this place into the fucking Wild Bunch if I think that you are fucking with me.”

Pete the Clerk: “What do you want from me? I did what you said!”

Seth: “You let him use the bathroom. No store does that.”

Pete: “He comes in here, every day, and we bullshit, he’s used my toilet a thousand times, if I told him no he’d know that something was up—“

Seth: “All right. I want him out of here, in his car, and down the road, or you can change the name of this place to Benny’s World of Blood.”

<pause as Richie whispers in Seth’s ear>

Seth: “Were you giving that pig signals?”

Pete: “Are you kidding? I didn’t do anything!”

<Richie whispers again>

Seth: “He says you were scratching.”

Pete: “I wasn’t scratching!”

Seth: “Are you calling him a liar?”

Pete: “I’m not calling him a liar, okay? I’m simply saying, if I was scratching, I don’t remember scratching, and if I did scratch, it’s not because I was signaling the cops, it’s because I’m fucking scared shitless!”

Richie: “Wait a minute. The guy’s in the bathroom. Why don’t I just go back there, shoot him in the back of the head, and we can get the hell out of here?”

Clerk: “Don’t do that! Look, you asked me to act natural, and I’m acting natural, in fact, under the circumstances, I think I oughtta get a fucking Academy Award for how natural I am! You asked me to get rid of him, I’m doing my fucking best!”

Seth: “Well, your best better get a hell of a lot fucking better, or you are gonna feel a hell of a lot fucking worse.”

Seth: “Everybody be cool. You . . . be cool.”

Love this movie :)
 
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