DENNIS:
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no
basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power
derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical
aquatic ceremony.
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power
just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because
some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me
away!
ARTHUR:
Shut up, will you? Shut up!
DENNIS:
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help!
Help! I'm being repressed!

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From the Evil Dead trilogy.

"Someone's in my fruit cellar! Someone with a fresh soooul!"

"Yo, she-bitch! Let's go!"

"Gimme some sugar, baby."

"Alright. Who wants some?"


From Brain Dead.

"Your mother ate my dog!" "Not all of it."

"I kick ass for the Lord!"


Phantasm.

"Boooy!"

"The funeral is about to begin... SIIIRRR!"

And of course a favorite of mine. So much so that features in my sig.

From the film They Live.

"I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I am all out of bubblegum."

Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of silly persons!


You don't frighten us, English pig dogs. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called "Arthur King," you and all your silly English K-nig-hts.

I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries

The Departed
"Who are you?"
"I'm the guy who does his job, you must be the other guy!"

"When I was your age they would say we can become cops, or criminals. Today, what I'm saying to you is this: when you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference?"

Marathon Man.

Christian Szell: Is it safe?... Is it safe?
Babe: You're talking to me?
Christian Szell: Is it safe?
Babe: Is what safe?
Christian Szell: Is it safe?
Babe: I don't know what you mean. I can't tell you something's safe or not, unless I know specifically what you're talking about.
Christian Szell: Is it safe?
Babe: Tell me what the "it" refers to.
Christian Szell: Is it safe?
Babe: Yes, it's safe, it's very safe, it's so safe you wouldn't believe it.
Christian Szell: Is it safe?
Babe: No. It's not safe, it's... very dangerous, be careful.

The Boys from Brazil. Two real favorites of mine.

Gertrud: [Mengele has just knocked Mundt to the floor] Get a doctor!
Dr. Josef Mengele: I *am* a doctor, madam.
Gertrud: Don't you come near him!
Dr. Josef Mengele: Shut up, you ugly bitch.

Ezra Lieberman: Did you kill Wheelock?
Dr. Josef Mengele: [sarcastically] No, he's in the kitchen mixing us some cocktails!

"One day son, all of this will be yours" <sweeps hand across the castle window>
"What, the curtains ?"

The chinaman is not the issue here, Dude. I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line, you DO NOT... Also, Dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.

Obviously you're not a golfer.

What do you do for recreation
Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.

Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon... with nail polish.

Hey, careful, man, there's a beverage here!

I've had a rough night, and I hate the f****** Eagles, man

Seeing as I watched it yet again, last night.

The Thin Red Line.

This great evil. Where does it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed through this night?