Quote From A Movie Without Saying The Tile

[SmileyTkls]

Now I have a gun, too. Ho ho ho.

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

1.21 gigawatts!?!?

 

[lostphilosopher]

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don't know.

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

I'll give the answer to that Mr. Bender next Saturday

 

[Edge]

I'll be back.

 

[lostphilosopher]

This town needs an enema!

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

Vaughn into the windup of his first offering, JUUUST a bit outside he tried the corner and missed

 

[Ultimate_Tcklr]

Pvt. Cole: Why is it us? Why us?

Colour Sergeant Bourne: Because we're here, lad. Nobody else. Just us.

 

[lostphilosopher]

I often felt a sort of envy of human beings, of that thing they call spirit. Human beings have created a million explanations of the meaning of life in art, in poetry, and mathematical formulas. Certainly, human beings must be the key to the meaning of existence.

 

[Edge]

I often felt a sort of envy of human beings, of that thing they call spirit. Human beings have created a million explanations of the meaning of life in art, in poetry, and mathematical formulas. Certainly, human beings must be the key to the meaning of existence.

deep

 

[Ultimate_Tcklr]

I never broke the law! I AM THE LAW!

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

What is your major malfunction numbnuts?

 

[Mitchell]

If I wasn't , you would be the most popular History Professor at the University of Wisconsin"

 

[Yote]

Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

Woah wait a minute Doc. Are you trying to tell me that my mother, has got the hots for me?

 

[lostphilosopher]

I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.

 

[Ultimate_Tcklr]

Preparations A through G were a complete failure. But now, ladies and gentlemen, we finally have a working tractor beam, which we shall call... Preparation H.

 

[lostphilosopher]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with a low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds; pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my (I'll go ahead and stop there 🙂 )

 

[Ultimate_Tcklr]

"Go ahead, make my day."

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

He's an asshole, Look at his haircut, anybody with a haircut like that you know he's an asshole

 

[lostphilosopher]

Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.

 

[tough_giggles]

“To love another person is to see the face of god.”

 

[lostphilosopher]

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.

(To be fair, this quote has it's origins in the opening line of "Ode" by British poet Arthur O’Shaughnessy. It was included as a line of dialogue in one of my favorite movies.)

 

[Ultimate_Tcklr]

"You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am."

 

[lostphilosopher]

"Gentlemen, you can't fight in here. This is the war room!"