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EARLY YEARS ♥Cinderella: Fairy Godmother: [singing] Salaga-doola, menchika-boola, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Put them together, and what have you got? Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Salaga-doola, menchika-boola, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. It will do magic, believe it or not, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Now, "Salagadoola" means, "A-Menchika-boola-roo," but the the thingamabob, that does the job, is "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo." ♥ A Streetcar Named Desire: Stanley Kowalski: Take a look at yourself here in a worn-out Mardi Gras outfit, rented for 50 cents from some rag-picker. And with a crazy crown on. Now what kind of a queen do you think you are? Do you know that I've been on to you from the start, and not once did you pull the wool over this boy's eyes? You come in here and you sprinkle the place with powder and you spray perfume and you stick a paper lantern over the light bulb - and, lo and behold, the place has turned to Egypt and you are the Queen of the Nile, sitting on your throne, swilling down my liquor. And do you know what I say? Ha ha! Do you hear me? Ha ha ha! ♥ High Noon: Martin: You risk your skin catching killers and the juries turn them loose so they can come back and shoot at you again. If you're honest you're poor your whole life and in the end you wind up dying all alone on some dirty street. For what? For nothing. For a tin star.
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Gentlemen Prefer Blondes:
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Vertigo:
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Some Like It Hot:
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The Magnificent Seven:
♥ Breakfast at Tiffany's:
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The Manchurian Candidate:
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The Odd Couple:
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Love Story:
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A Clockwork Orange:
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The Godfather:
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Chinatown:
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The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Adrian: Why do you wanna fight? Rocky: Because I can't sing or dance. ♥ Star Wars: Han Solo: Get in there, you big furry oaf! I don't care what you smell! ♥
National Lampoon's Animal House:
Hoover:
They confiscated everything, even the stuff we didn't
steal!
Bluto:
TOGA! TOGA!
♥ The Warriors:
Cyrus:
The problem in the past has been the man turning us
against one another. We have been unable to see the
truth, because we have fighting for ten square feet of
ground, our turf, our little piece of turf. That's crap,
brothers! The turf is ours by right, because it's our
turn. All we have to do is keep up the general truce. We
take over one borough at a time. Secure our territory...
secure our turf... because it's all our turf!
♥ Raging Bull:
Jake La Motta: I remember those cheers / They still ring in my ears / After years, they remain in my thoughts. / Go to one night / I took off my robe, and what'd I do? I forgot to wear shorts. / I recall every fall / Every hook, every jab / The worst way a guy can get rid of his flab. / As you know, my life wasn't drab. / Though I'd much... Though I'd rather hear you cheer / When you delve... Though I'd rather hear you cheer / When I delve into Shakespeare / "A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse", I haven't had a winner in six months. Though I'm no Olivier / I would much rather... And though I'm no Olivier / If he fought Sugar Ray / He would say / That the thing ain't the ring, it's the play. / So give me a... stage / Where this bull here can rage / And though I could fight / I'd much rather recite /... that's entertainment. ♥ Body Heat:
Ned:
Can I buy you a drink?
Matty: I told you. I've got a husband. Ned: I'll buy him one too. Matty: He's out of town. Ned: My favorite kind. We'll drink to him. Matty: Only comes up on weekends. Ned: I'm liking him better all the time.
♥ The World According to Garp:
♥ Sixteen Candles:
♥ The Breakfast Club:
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Pretty In Pink:
♥ Do The Right Thing:
♥ Pretty Woman:
Edward Lewis: I told you not to pick up the phone. Vivian: Then stop calling me.
♥ Silence of the Lambs:
Hannibal Lecter: You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars... while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the FBI. Clarice Starling: You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you - why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to.
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Wayne's
World: ♥ The Nightmare Before Christmas:
♥ Pulp Fiction:
Jules: So, tell me again about the hashbars? Vincent: Okay, what you wanna know? Jules: Hash is legal there right? Vincent: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffin' away. You're only supposed to smoke in your home or certain designated places. Jules: And those are hashbars? Vincent: It breaks down like this: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and, if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's legal to carry it, but that doesn't really matter 'cause - get a load of this - if you get stopped by the cops in amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean, that's a right the cops in amsterdam don't have.
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Clueless:
♥ Rushmore:
Max Fischer: Tell that stupid Mick he just made my list of things to do today. ♥ Girl, Interrupted:
Lisa:
Razors pain you, rivers are damp, acid stains you, drugs
cause cramps, gun aren't lawful, nooses give, gas smells
awful, you might as well live.
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Almost
Famous:
♥ Vanilla Sky:
Sofía: I think she's the saddest girl to ever to hold a martini.
David: My dreams are a cruel joke. They taunt me. Even in
my dreams I'm an idiot... who knows he's about to wake up to
reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can't. I try to tell
myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something
free. It never works...
♥ Chicago: June: I'm standin' in the kitchen, carving up a chicken for dinner, minding my own business, when in storms my husband, Wilbur, in a jealous rage. "You've been screwing the milkman," he said. He was crazy, and he kept on screaming, "You've been screwing the milkman." And then he ran into my knife... he ran into my knife ten times.
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Underworld:
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Mr. and
Mrs. Smith:
♥ The Black Dahlia:
Ofcr. Dwight "Bucky" Bleichert: The basic rule of homicide applied: nothing stays buried forever. Corpses. Ghosts. Nothing stays buried forever. Nothing.
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