Movie quote game

"It's not as if it's a tin of baked beans. What do you mean "open him up?"

Snatch *edit* oops nutari beat me to it.

There were villains, locked away for twelve years for robbing a bank of ten grand, doing time with drippy hippies who were doing twelve months for smuggling two million quid's worth of puff. I mean, work it out, mate. We're in the wrong ******* game.
 
One of my favorites....

-"wait, wait, wait. Stop it there. Where are we now?"
-"we're in now, now. Everything that was happening then, is happening now."
-"what happened to then?"
-"we past it sir."
-"when?"
-"just now........"
-"when will then be now...?"
-"SOON!"
 
-"wait, wait, wait. Stop it there. Where are we now?"
-"we're in now, now. Everything that was happening then, is happening now."
-"what happened to then?"
-"we past it sir."
-"when?"
-"just now........"
-"when will then be now...?"
-"SOON!"


easy space balls
 
Been awhile but here is a new one:

Be without fear in the face of your enemies. Be brave and upright that God may love thee. Speak the truth always, even if it leads to your death. Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong. That is your oath.
 
Kingdom of Heaven.

---No man, he said he wanted me to bring some in next time, but I forgot to rinse the jar out first, and once he sees the mayonnaise floatin' around, he'll think I'm on some weird drug again, and I'm really gonna f**k with his mind this time.
--- Yeah, what did you do?
---Put my SISTERS pee in it.
---Your sister?
---Yeah, she's pregnant!
 
Cheech and Conng's Next Movie. Going old school eah?
---I'm so wet right now.
---Yeah... they said that would happen in Health Class.

I laughed my ass off when I heard this in the movie.
 
Superbad...

"You son of a b****, I'm right behind you! Turn around and ask me for a heffer with cheese. Why you gotta make me feel inferior because I'm working on the grill B? Damn..."
 
Superbad...

"You son of a b****, I'm right behind you! Turn around and ask me for a heffer with cheese. Why you gotta make me feel inferior because I'm working on the grill B? Damn..."

half baked.....

I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to defend it. Right or wrong, I'm going to defend it.

here is a hint since nobody is guessing.
charlie sheen stared as 'boy in police station'
 
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Got a guess.... Ferris Bueller's Day Off?

This is blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back! There's no choice left. And I'm ready for war.
 
Got a guess.... Ferris Bueller's Day Off?

This is blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back! There's no choice left. And I'm ready for war.

Sin City

The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess, but He's pretty sure you're ******.
 
Got a guess.... Ferris Bueller's Day Off?
This is blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back! There's no choice left. And I'm ready for war.

Sin City *edit* damnit I took too long.

The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess, but He's pretty sure you're ******.
Braveheart


"Boy, the next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant ******' Mark Twain s***. 'Cause it's definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone"
 
Sin City

The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess, but He's pretty sure you're ******.

Braveheart!

It's been more than thirty years since the wolf and the winter cold. And now, as then, it is not fear that grips him, only restlesness. A heightened sense of things. The seaborn breeze, coolly, kissing the sweat on his chest. Gulls cawing, complaining, even as they feast on thousands of floating dead. The steady breathing of 300 at his back, ready to die for him without a moments pause. Everyone of them ready, to die.
 
Braveheart!
It's been more than thirty years since the wolf and the winter cold. And now, as then, it is not fear that grips him, only restlesness. A heightened sense of things. The seaborn breeze, coolly, kissing the sweat on his chest. Gulls cawing, complaining, even as they feast on thousands of floating dead. The steady breathing of 300 at his back, ready to die for him without a moments pause. Everyone of them ready, to die.

300

"Boy, the next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant ******' Mark Twain s***. 'Cause it's definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone"
 

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