ah where do I begin? Great topic btw!
hehe, let's start with Pulp Fiction;
Jimmie: No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you see a sign out in front of my house that said Dead !@#$%^& Storage?
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Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' !@#$%^&s, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
FMJ:
Pvt. Joker: You know, Rafterman, half of these gook wh*res are serving officers in the Viet-Cong. The other half have TB. Make sure you only f*ck the ones that cough.
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Private Cowboy: Eightball, let's dance.
Private Eightball: Put a !@#$%^& behind the trigger!
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Private Eightball: You know, under fire, Animal Mother is the best human being in the world. All he needs is someone to through grenades at him for the rest of his life.
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Private Cowboy: Remember, it's just a bad dream, fat boy!
(add to this just about anything that comes out of Sgt. Hartman's mouth)
Sin City:
Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.
Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake.
Dwight: You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush.
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Marv: I don't hear you giving me any name, jerk. Guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high.
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John Hartigan: An old man dies. Little girl lives. Fair trade.
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Jack Rafferty: Will ya look at thaat! Oooooh, those hookers let ya down hehehehe... What're you gonna do when ya run outta gas? Call Triple A? You sucker for the babes, you...
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Marv: He never screams. Even after the dog has had its fill and Kevin's guts are lying all over the place, he never screams.
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John Hartigan: When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old girl, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.
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Marv: No need to play it quiet, no need to play it anyway but MY way.
Man I could go on forever... best not to get carried away
Edited by Frag0holic, 21 October 2005 - 09:50 PM.