Movie quote game

Another:

" But I'm your friend Johnny! I was there with you knee-deep in all that blood and guts. I covered your ass more than once. Seems like baling you out of trouble's got to be a life-time achievement for me.
Person 2: There wouldn't be no trouble except for that king s*** cop! All I wanted was something to eat. But the man kept pushing Sir.
Person 1: Well you did some pushing on your own John.
Person 2: They drew first blood, not me.
Person 1: Look Johnny, let me come in and get you the hell out of there!
Person 2: They drew first blood...
 
Another:

" But I'm your friend Johnny! I was there with you knee-deep in all that blood and guts. I covered your ass more than once. Seems like baling you out of trouble's got to be a life-time achievement for me.
Person 2: There wouldn't be no trouble except for that king s*** cop! All I wanted was something to eat. But the man kept pushing Sir.
Person 1: Well you did some pushing on your own John.
Person 2: They drew first blood, not me.
Person 1: Look Johnny, let me come in and get you the hell out of there!
Person 2: They drew first blood...
uh.. Rambo First Blood?

:)
 
Rory? Yeah I know Rory. He's not to be underestimated, you've got to look past the hair and the cute, cuddly thing - it's all a deceptive facade. A few nights ago Rory's Roger iron's rusted, so he's gone to the local battle-cruiser to catch the end of his footer. Nobody is watching the custard so he turns the channel over. A fat man's north opens and he wanders over and turns the Liza over. 'Now **** off and watch it somewhere else.' Rory knows claret is imminent, but he doesn't want to miss the end of the game; so, calm as a coma, he stands and picks up a fire extinguisher and he walks straight past the jam rolls who are ready for action, then he plonks it outside the entrance. He then orders an Aristotle of the most ping pong tiddly in the nuclear sub and switches back to his footer. 'That's ******* it,' says the guy. 'That's ******* what' says Rory. Rory gobs out a mouthful of booze covering fatty; he then flicks a flaming match into his bird's nest and the man's lit up like a leaky gas pipe. Rory, unfazed, turned back to his game. His team's won too. Four-nil.
 
"Damn those are bad ass kicks dawg. You're lucky you got little b**** feet or else I'd be stomping around in them motherfuckers."
 

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