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Originally posted by Possumisagun
From Clerks...
"Are there any balls down there?"
"About the biggest pair you've ever seen, Dingleberry"
Full of class that movie
Originally posted by PeteLX
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"Eight year olds, dude, eight year olds."
-The Big Liebowski
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Originally posted by NICK THE PIE MAN
And the winner is:
"Do you know I work at home? Do you like to be inturrupted when you are nancing around in your little garden? Well I work all the time so never ever knock on this door. Not if there is a fire. Not even if you hear a large thud in my room and three weeks later there is a smell coming from my room that can only be a decaying human body and you have to a hold a hanky to your face because you think the stench is so strong that you think you are going to faint. Even then, don't come knocking. Or if its election night and you want to celebrate because some fudgepacker you date has been elected the first queer president of the United States and he is going to have you down to Camp David, and you want someone to share the moment with. Even then, don't knock. Not on this door. Not for any reason. Do you get me sweethheart?" -Melvin Udal. "As Good as it gets".
Originally posted by Magpira
The 25th Hour
Monty Brogan: F*ck me? F*ck you! F*ck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
F*ck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. F*ck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a f*cking job! F*ck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in f*cking training. Slow the f*ck down!
F*ck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their d*cks on my Channel 35. F*ck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
F*ck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you f*cking came from!
F*ck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! F*ck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother f*ckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for f*cking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that s*it? Give me a f*cking break! Tyco! Inclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
F*ck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst f*ckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good. F*ck the Bensonhurst Italians with their palmaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
F*ck the Upper East Side wives with their Armani scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! F*ck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the f*ck on!
F*ck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! F*ck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. F*ck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, f*ck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in f*ckin' Otisville, Jay!
F*ck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
More corkers from Withnail & I...
'You can stuff it up you arse for nothing and f*ck off while you're doing it'
'The f*cker will rue the day!'
'This suit was cut by Hawks of Saville Row'
'Balls, I'll swallow it and run a mile!'