Glengarry Glen Ross

GGR Trivia:
The word "fuck" and its derivatives are uttered 138 times.
The word "shit" and its derivatives are uttered 50 times.

Random dialogue:

Dave Moss: We don't gotta sit here and listen to this.
Blake: You certainly don't pal. 'Cause the good news is -- you're fired. The bad news is you've got, all you got, just one week to regain your jobs, starting tonight. Starting with tonights sit. Oh, have I got your attention now?
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Blake: We're adding a little something to this month's sales contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anybody want to see second prize? Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired.
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Dave Moss: What's your name?
Blake: FUCK YOU! That's my name. You know why, mister? 'Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, and I drove an $80,000 BMW. That's my name!
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Blake: Put that coffee down!! Coffee is for closers! I don't see any closers here.
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Dave Moss: That guy's a fuckin' asshole. Anybody who talks to that asshole is a fuckin' asshole.
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Ricky Roma: You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?
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Ricky Roma: WHAT YOU'RE HIRED FOR, is to help us... does that seem clear to you? TO HELP US, not to... FUCK-US-UP... to help those who are going out there to try to earn a living... You fairy. You company man.
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Blake: A-B-C. A-Always, B-Be, C-Closing. Always be closing, always be closing.
A-I-D-A. Attention, interest, decision, action. Attention -- do I have your attention? Interest -- are you interested? I know you are because it's fuck or walk. You close or you hit the bricks! Decision -- have you made your decision for Christ?!! And action. A-I-D-A; get out there!!
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John Williamson: Will you go to lunch? Go to lunch. WILL you GO to LUNCH!?
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Dave Moss: You're such a hero, you're so rich. Why you coming down here and waste your time on a bunch of bums?
Blake: You see this watch? You see this watch?
Moss: Yeah.
Blake: That watch cost more than your car. I made $970,000 last year. How much you make? You see, pal, that's who I am. And you're nothing.
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Random:

Celie to Sophia - The Color Purple
"I love's Harpo, God knows I do. (insert bass here) But I'll kill 'im dead, 'fo I let him beat me"

Gator to the Good Reverend Doctor and his wife - Jungle Fever
"Now I don't like to resort to hitting old people in the head. But I'll do it. I'll do it. You know I'll do it 'cause I like gettin high 'cause I'm a c-c-c-c-c-c-c-crackhead"

Jackie to Ordell-Jackie Brown
"Sit your raggedy ass down and shut the fuck up"

Smokey to Craig-Friday
"You see, I got mind control over Debo. When he tell me to "Shut Up" I do it. But when he leave, I'll be talking again."

From Half Baked:

Brian: Get some sour cream and onion chips with some dip, man, some beef jerky, some peanut butter. Get some Haagen-Dasz ice cream bars, a whole lot, make sure chocolate, gotta have chocolate, man. Some popcorn, red popcorn, graham crackers, graham crackers with marshmallows, the little marshmallows and little chocolate bars and we can make s'mores, man. Also, celery, grape jelly, Cap'n Crunch with the little Crunch berries, pizzas. We need two big pizzas, man, everything on 'em, with water, whole lotta water, and Funyons.
Kenny Davis: That's it?
Thurgood Jenkins: Yeah, one more thing. Remember that stuff? We used to eat a whole lot of it back in the day? What was it... oh yeah, pussy.

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From Boondock Saints (there's tons of great lines but here's a few):

Il Duce: Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The Three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God.
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Murphy: We're sorta like 7-11. We're not always doin' business, but we're always open.
Connor: That was nicely put.
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Rocco: Fucking... What the fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks... FUCK.
Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
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Rocco: I killed your cat, you druggie bitch.
Donna: What? Why?
Rocco: I thought it would bring closure to our relationship.
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And finally, Blues Brothers (tons of great lines, here's a few):

Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hit it.
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Murph: Tell me a little about this electric piano, Ray.
Ray: Ah, you have a good eye, my man. That's the best in the city Chicago.
Jake: How much?
Ray: 2000 bucks and it's yours. You can take it home with you. As a matter of fact, I'll throw in the black keys for free.
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Mrs. Murphy: Help you two?
Elwood: Do you have any white bread ma'am?
Mrs. Murphy: Yeah.
Elwood: I'll have some toasted white bread please.
Mrs. Murphy: You want butter or jam on that, honey?
Elwood: No ma'am, dry.
Jake: Do you have any fried chicken ma'am?
Mrs. Murphy: Best damned chicken in the state.
Jake: Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke.
Mrs. Murphy: You want chicken wings or chicken legs?
Jake: Four fried chickens and a Coke.
Elwood: And some dry white toast please.
Mrs. Murphy: Ya'all want anything to drink with that?
Elwood: No ma'am.
Jake: A Coke.
Mrs. Murphy: Be right back.

From "Harlem Nights"

"Now I'm gonna have ta cut ya."

And later in that scene...

"He shot me in my pinky toe!!!"

From Do The Right Thing:

COCONUT SID
As I was saying before we were so
rudely interrupted by the finest.

ML
What was you saying?

Coconut Sid blanks.

SWEET DICK WILLIE
Motherfucker wasn't saying shit.

ML
Look at that.

COCONUT SID
Look at what?

ML points across the street to the Korean fruit and vegetable
stand.

ML
It's a fucking shame.

SWEET DICK WILLIE
What is?


ML
Sweet Dick Willie.

SWEET DICK WILLIE
That's my name.

ML
Do I have to spell it out?

COCONUT SID
Make it plain.

ML
OK, but listen up. I'm gonna break
it down.

SWEET DICK WILLIE
Let it be broke.

ML
Can ya dig it?

SWEET DICK WILLIE
It's dug.

I swear to God when I saw the title of this thread, the first thing that came to mind was the dialogue from Glengarry Glen Ross.

What a great movie.

2the9s said:

Super writing. Practically zero wasted dialogue.

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Aliens
Hudson: Game over, man, game over!

Ripley: HUDSON! This little girl survived longer than that with no weapons and no training, right?
Hudson: So why don't you put her in charge?

Ripley: They cut the power.
Hudson: What do you mean "they cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!

Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?
Vasquez: No, have you?


My Cousin Vinny
Vinny: Your Honor, may I have permission to treat Ms. Vito as a hostile witness?
Mona Lisa: You think I'm hostile now, wait till you see me tonight.
Judge: Uh, do you two know each other?
Vinny: Yeah, she's my fiancee.
Judge: Well, that would certainly explain the hostility.


Vinny: Is it possible, the two utes...
Judge: Eh, the two what? Uh, uh, what was that word?
Vinny: Uh, what word?
Judge: Two what?
Vinny: What?
Judge: Uh, did you say 'Utes'?
Vinny: Yeah, two utes.
Judge:What is a ute?
Vinny: Oh, excuse me, your honor. Two YOUTHS.

Full Metal Jacket
Drill Instructor: Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl's name, because this is the only pussy you people are going to get. Your days of finger-banging ol' Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece. This weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful!

Drill Instructor: I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the god damned common courtesy to give him a reach around.

Drill Instructor: Pyle, you had best unfuck yourself and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely fuck you up!

Drill Instructor: You little scumbag! I got your name, I got your ass! You will not laugh, you will not cry, you will learn by the numbers I will teach you. Now get up, get on your feet! You had best un-fuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!


Office Space
Milton: I believe you have my stapler?

Michael: We get caught laundering money, we're not going to white collar resort prison. No, no, no. We're going to Federal 'Pound me in the Ass' prison!

Milton: And I said, I don't care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then i'm, i'm quitting, i'm going to quit. And, and I told Don too, because they've moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were merry, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn't bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and its not okay because if they take my stapler then i'll set the building on fire.


Blazing Saddles
Hedley: My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought, cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.
Cowboy: Gal-darnit, Mr. Lamarr sir, you use your tongue purdier than a twenny dollar whore!

Hedley: I want rustlers, cut-throats, murders, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con-men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglars, horse thieves, bull-dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers, and Methodists!

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MOONSTRUCK

*SLAP*
Snap out of it!


(i could go on and on, really. no really.)

starkitty said:

We got nothin' but time here.

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ROSE
Do you love him, Loretta?

LORETTA
No.

ROSE
Good. When you love them they
drive you crazy cause they know
they can.

ROSE
How's the mother?

LORETTA
She's dying. But I could still
hear her big mouth.

Withnail and I....

[I goes into the kitchen which is by now full of steam and turns off the kettle. Withnail follows him around reading from a newspaper.]

Withnail:
Listen to this. "Curse of the superman. I took drugs to win medals said top athlete Geoff Woade."
I:
Where's the coffee?
Withnail [reading from the paper]:
"In a world exclusive interview 33 year old shot putter Geoff Woade who weight 317 pounds, admitted taking massive doses of anabolic steroids, drugs banned in sport. It used to get him bad tempered and act down said his wife. He used to pick on me. But now he's stopped his mucho pick on me. But now he's stopped his much better in our sex life and in our general life."
[I pours water from the kettle into a bowl and goes back into the living room. Withnail follows him.]

Withnail:
My God, this huge, thatched head with its earlobes and cannonball is now considered sane. "Geoff Woade is feeling better and is now prepared to step back into society and start tossing his orb about." Look at him. Look at Geoff Woade. His head must weight fifty pounds on its own.
[Withnail stands infront of a mirror and brushes his long, greasy hair with a comb. I sits on the settee and starts drinking the coffee from the bowl using a spoon.]

Withnail:
Imagine the size of his balls. Imagine getting into a fight with the fucker!
I:
Please! I don't feel good.
Withnail:
That's what you'd say but that wouldn't wash with Geoff. No! He'd like a bit of pleading. Add spice to it. In fact, he'd probably tell you what he was going to do before he did it. "o do before he did it. "I'm going to pull you head off". "Oh no, please, don't pull my head off". "I'm going to pull your head off because I don't like your head!"
[he notives I drinking from the bowl.]

Withnail:
Have you got soup? Why didn't I get any soup?
I:
Coffee
Withnail:
Why don't you use a cup like any other human being?
I:
Why don't you wash up occasionally like any other human being?
Withnail:
How dare you!? How dare you!? How dare you call me inhumane!?
I:
I didn't call you inhumane, you merely imagined it. Calm down.
Withnail:
Right you fucker - I'm going to do the washing up!
[He strides towards the kitchen. I jumps over the arm of the settee and stops him.]

I:
No no you can't. It's impossible I swear it. I've looked into in. Listen to me listen to me. There are things in there, there's a tea-bag growing. You haven't slept in sixty hours you're in no state to tackle it. Wait till the morning we'll go in together.
Withnail:
This is the morning. Stand aside!
I:
You don't understand. I think there may be something alive.
Withnail:
What do you mean? a rat?
I:
It's possible, it's possible.
Withnail [brandishing his comb]:
Then the fucker will rue the day!
[He rushes up the the sink.]

Basicly ALL of american beauty

RONNY
Gimme the big knife! I'm gonna
cut my throat!

LORETTA
Maybe I should come back another
time.

RONNY
(pounding on the
table)
He made me look the wrong way and
I cut off my hand. He could make
you look the wrong way and you
could cut off your whole head!

LORETTA
I am looking where I should to
become a bride!

RONNY
A bride without a head!

LORETTA
A wolf without a foot!

ROSE
Old Man, if you give another piece
of my food to those dogs, I'm gonna
kick you till you're dead!

MR. JOHNNY
In time, you will see that this is
the best thing.

LORETTA
In time, you will drop dead, and I
will come to your funeral in a red
dress.

ROSE
Do you love him, Loretta?

LORETTA
Yeah, Ma, I love him awful.

ROSE
Oh God, that's too bad.

starkitty said:

DAMN!
You weren't bullshitin'. I'm impressed.

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last one (and my favorite):

RONNY
I don't know. Everything seems
like nothing now against that I
want you in my bed. I don't care
if I burn in hell. I don't care
if you burn in hell. The Past and
Future is a joke to me now. I see
that they're nothing, I see they
ain't here. The only thing that's
here is you. And me. I want you
to come upstairs. Now. I tried to
take everything last night, like
you told me, but I couldn't. I
couldn't take everything in a
hundred years. It's the way we
are. We compound each other.

LORETTA
Let me go home.

RONNY
No.

LORETTA
Let me go home.

RONNY
No.

LORETTA
I'm freezing to death.

RONNY
Come upstairs. I don't care why
you come. No, that's not what I
mean. Loretta, I love you. Not
like they told you love is and I
didn't know this either. But love
don't make things nice, it ruins
everything, it breaks your heart,
it makes things a mess. We're not
here to make things perfect.
Snowflakes are perfect. The stars
are perfect. Not us. We are here
to ruin ourselves and break our
hearts and love the wrong people
and die! The storybooks are
bullshit. Come upstairs with me.
Come upstairs
with me and get in my bed! Come
on!

Donnie Darko

Donnie: How can you do that?

Frank: I can do anything I want. And so can you.

Harold and Maude

Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?

Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.

Maude: Why do you say that?

Harold: Because they're all alike.

Maude: Oooh, but they're *not*. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All *kinds* of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are *this*, [she points to a daisy]

Maude: yet allow themselves be treated as *that*
[she gestures to a field of daisies]

~~~~~

Maude: A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they are not dead, really. They're just backing away from life. *Reach* out. Take a *chance*. Get *hurt* even. But play as well as you can. Go team, go! Give me an L. Give me an I. Give me a V. Give me an E. L-I-V-E. LIVE!
[beat]
Maude: Otherwise, you got nothing to talk about in the locker room.

High Fidelity

Barry: We're no longer called Sonic Death Monkey. We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive, but just for tonight, we are Barry Jive and his Uptown Five.

~~~~~

Rob: Should I bolt every time I get that feeling in my gut when I meet someone new? Well, I've been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I've come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.

~~~~~

Rob: What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

From True Romance There are ALOT from this movie





Virgil: Now the first time you kill somebody, that's the hardest. I don't give a shit if you're fuckin' Wyatt Earp or Jack the Ripper. Remember that guy in Texas? The guy up in that fuckin' tower that killed all them people? I'll bet you green money that first little black dot he took a bead on, that was the bitch of the bunch. First one is tough, no fuckin' foolin'. The second one... the second one ain't no fuckin' Mardis Gras either, but it's better than the first one 'cause you still feel the same thing, y'know... except it's more diluted, y'know it's... it's better. I threw up on the first one, you believe that? Then the third one... the third one is easy, you level right off. It's no problem. Now... shit... now I do it just to watch their fuckin' expression change.



Drexl Spivey: He must have thought it is white boy day. It ain't white boy day, is it?
Monty: No man, It ain't white boy day.

Vincenzo: You see that? That smarts doesn't it? Slammed in the nose, fucks you all up. You get that pain shooting through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That aint any kind of fun. But what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't get that good again.


.....


AND of course, the scene with Christopher Walken and Dennis Hopper

if anyone can find that text...can you please post it!? I can't find the shit ANYWHERE!!

True Romance - (not complete or in sequence)
Coccotti: The Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?
Clifford Worley: I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
Vincenzo Coccotti: Glad.

Clifford Worley: I haven't seen Clarence.
Coccotti: You see that?
[Holding a clenched fist, then striking Clifford]
Coccotti: That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose. Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again. We talked to your neighbors. They saw a Cadillac. Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, you seen your son?

Vincenzo Coccotti: ...your son, the cowboy, it's claimed, came in the room blazin', and didn't stop 'till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.
Clifford Worley: What are you talkin' about?
Vincenzo Coccotti: Talkin' about a massacre. They snatched my narcotics, hightailed it outta there. Woulda got away with it, but your son, fuckhead that he is, left his driver's license in a dead guy's hand.


Clifford Worley: You know, I don't believe you.
Coccotti: That's of minor importance. What is of major fucking importance is that I believe you.

Coccotti: Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothing but you're telling me everything.


Clifford Worley: You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford Worley: Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things... about history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
Coccotti: Come again?
Clifford Worley: It's a fact. Yeah. You see, uh, Sicilians have, uh, black blood pumpin' through their hearts. Hey, no, if eh, if eh, if you don't believe me, uh, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, uh, you see, uh, the Moors conquered Sicily. And the Moors are niggers.
Coccotti: Yes...
Clifford Worley: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin' with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene. Now this...

Clifford Worley: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti: [Laughing] I love this guy.
Clifford Worley: Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh.
[Starts laughing, too]
Clifford Worley: Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fucked a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
Vincenzo Coccotti: Ohhh!
Clifford Worley: Huh? Hey! Hey! Hey!
[motioning with his hand three times]
Vincenzo Coccotti: You're a cantaloupe.


Coccotti: I haven't killed anybody... since 1984. Go to this comedian's son's apartment, come back with something tells me where that asshole went. Soon as I can wipe this egg off my face. Finish this fucked up family for good.

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Caddyshack
Al Czervik: Last time I saw a mouth like that, it had a hook in it.

Al Czervik: Oh, this your wife, huh? A lovely lady. Hey baby, you must've been something before electricity.

Al Czervik: Hey, doll. Could you scare up another round for our table over here? And tell the cook this is low grade dogfood. I've had better food at the ballgame, you know? This steak still has marks from where the jockey was hitting it.

Carl Spackler: This is a hybrid. This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. The amazing stuff about this is, that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff.

Carl: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, the Lama---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

Jackie Brown
Ordell: I got this young nineteen year old country girl named Sheranda. I found her on a bus stop two days outta Georgia, barefoot, country as a chicken coop. I took her to my place in Compton, told her it was Hollywood.
Louis: She believed you?
Ordell: Hell yeah! To her dumb country ass, Compton is Hollywood; closest she's ever been anyway.

Ordell Robbie: Now that there is the Tech-9, a crappy spray gun from South Miami. This gun is advertised as the most popular gun in American crime. Do you believe that shit? It actually says that in the little book that comes with it: the most popular gun in American crime. Like they're actually proud of that shit.

Ordell Robbie: AK-47. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room, accept no substitutes.

Max Cherry: I'll bet, besides maybe an afro, you look exactly how you did at 29.
Jackie Brown: Well, my ass aint the same.
Max Cherry: Bigger?
Jackie Brown: Yeah.
Max Cherry: Aint nothin' wrong with that!

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The Big Lebowski - The Dude has been told about the kidnapping of Bunny Lebowski and has been enlisted to assist. The Dude, Walter and Donny are discussing this while bowling.


DUDE
They gave Dude a beeper, so
whenever these guys call--

WALTER
What if it's during a game?

DUDE
I told him if it was during league
play--

Donny has been watching Quintana.

DONNY
If what's during league play?

WALTER
Life does not stop and start at your
convenience, you miserable piece of
shit.

DONNY
What's wrong with Walter, Dude?

DUDE
I figure it's easy money, it's all
pretty harmless. I mean she probably
kidnapped herself.

WALTER
Huh?

DONNY
What do you mean, Dude?

DUDE
Rug-peers did not do this. I mean
look at it. Young trophy wife.
Marries a guy for money but figures
he isn't giving her enough. She
owes money all over town--

WALTER
That...fucking...bitch!

DUDE
It's all a goddamn fake. Like Lenin
said, look for the person who will
benefit. And you will, uh, you know,
you'll, uh, you know what I'm trying
to say--

DONNY
I am the Walrus.

WALTER
That fucking bitch!

DUDE
Yeah.

DONNY
I am the Walrus.

WALTER
Shut the fuck up, Donny! V.I. Lenin!
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov!

DONNY
What the fuck is he talking about?

WALTER
That's fucking exactly what happened,
Dude! That makes me fucking SICK!

DUDE
Yeah, well, what do you care, Walter?

DONNY
Yeah Dude, why is Walter so pissed
off?

WALTER
Those rich fucks! This whole fucking
thing-- I did not watch my buddies
die face down in the muck so that
this fucking strumpet--

DUDE
I don't see any connection to Vietnam,
Walter.

WALTER
Well, there isn't a literal
connection, Dude.

DUDE
Walter, face it, there isn't any
connection. It's your roll.

WALTER
Have it your way. The point is--

DUDE
It's your roll--

WALTER
The fucking point is--

DUDE
It's your roll.

VOICE
Are you ready to be fucked, man?

They both look up.

The Dude totally failed to give the 'kidnappers' the money in exchange for the safe return of Bunny Lebowski. He is bundled into a car to explain himself to Bunny's husband, Mr Lebowski, and his assistant Brandt.

The waiting limo's back door is flung open.

INSIDE

The Dude is shoved in and awkwardly takes a seat facing the
rear. The door is slammed behind him.

LEBOWSKI
Start talking and talk fast you lousy
bum!

BRANDT
We've been frantically trying to
reach you, Dude.

Brandt sits catty-corner from the Dude; directly across from
the Dude is the big Lebowski, a comforter across his knees.

LEBOWSKI
Where's my goddamn money, you bum?!

DUDE
Well we--I don't--

LEBOWSKI
They did not receive the money, you
nitwit! They did not receive the
goddamn money. HER LIFE WAS IN YOUR
HANDS!

BRANDT
This is our concern, Dude.

DUDE
No, man, nothing is fucked here--

LEBOWSKI
NOTHING IS FUCKED! THE GODDAMN PLANE
HAS CRASHED INTO THE MOUNTAIN!

The Dude takes a hurried sip from his drink.

DUDE
C'mon man, who're you gonna believe?
Those guys are--we dropped off the
damn money--

LEBOWSKI
WHAT?!

DUDE
I--the royal we, you know, the
editorial--I dropped off the money,
exactly as per--Look, I've got certain
information, certain things have
come to light, and uh, has it ever
occurred to you, man, that given the
nature of all this new shit, that,
uh, instead of running around blaming
me, that this whole thing might just
be, not, you know, not just such a
simple, but uh--you know?

LEBOWSKI
What in God's holy name are you
blathering about?

DUDE
I'll tell you what I'm blathering
about! I got information--new shit
has come to light and--shit, man!
She kidnapped herself!

Lebowski stares at him, dumbstruck. The Dude is encouraged.

DUDE
Well sure, look at it! Young trophy
wife, I mean, in the parlance of our
times, owes money all over town,
including to known pornographers--
and that's cool, that's cool-- but
I'm saying, she needs money, and of
course they're gonna say they didn't
get it 'cause she wants more, man,
she's gotta feed the monkey, I mean--
hasn't that ever occurred to you...?
Sir?

LEBOWSKI
(quietly)
No. No Mr. Lebowski, that had not
occurred to me.

BRANDT
That had not occurred to us, Dude.

DUDE
Well, okay, you're not privy to all
the new shit, so uh, you know, but
that's what you pay me for. Speaking
of which, would it be possible for
me to get my twenty grand in cash?
I gotta check this with my accountant
of course, but my concern is that,
you know, it could bump me into a
higher tax...

Can someone help me out here?

Me & a friend were trying to remember where that line "it's good to want things" came from... it was repeated throughout an early-90s movie.

Was it "Singles?"

I can't just go out & rent it. Lousy choice of English video in my French town.