What are some of your favorite all-time movie lines?

[Lordstan]

A little long, but a favorite of mine from Good Will Hunting.


Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day. About my painting.
Will: Oh
Sean: Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?
Will: No
Sean: You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.
Will: Why, thank you.
Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
Will: Nope
Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that. If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably ah throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watched him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room... for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes... that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think that I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because - You know what? I can't learn anything from you... I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

[Scott T]

"Over? Over? Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"

Bluto Blutarsky
Animal House

[VinTX]

here's a few of mine...

"...I don't want money, and I don't want medals...what I DO want is for you to stand there in that fa**oty white uniform and with your Harvard mouth extend me some f***ing courtesy...you have to ask me nicely!"

-Colonel Jessup; A Few Good Men

"If you were any other man I would KILL YOU where you stand!"

-Lt. Cmdr. Worf; Star Trek First Contact

Dave: "No, no, no don't touch it...I was counting on this. They are bringin us in!"

Hiller: "Well when the hell was you gonna tell me?!?!"

Dave: "...oops"

-Independence Day

Command Master Chief: "Lieutenant O'Neill....seek life...else...where"

O'Neill: "Suck my dick!!"

- GI Jane

Stan: "Mason!! Are you alright???"

Mason: "Oh yes...PERFECTLY Ok you fu**ing idiot!!!"

***

Stan: "I don't...I don't know anything about you."

Mason: "Well I know something about you Godspell"

Stan: "Goodspeed!!"

Mason: "Oh Goodspeed, Godspeed, Godspell....you never went to any anti-terrorist school. So just make sure you don't get us all fu**in killed."

- The Rock

"...because this is the only pussy...you are going to get! Your days of fingerbanging miss Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are OVER!"

- Gunnery Sgt Hartman; Full Metal Jacket

Woman with child: "Hey, look who's here its Santa Claus...tell Santa what you want for Christmas"

'Santa' : "I'm on my fu**in lunch break alright?!?!"

***
Marcus: "What the hell do you mean 'get him outta here?'"

Gin: "Take him to the car!"

Marcus: "In case you didn't notice I'm a motherfu**ing dwarf, so unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand, hmm?"

Gin: "That figures. You want all kind of set-asides. Special treatment 'cause you're handicapped. You're all the same.

Marcus: "Special treatment?! I'm 3-foot-fu**ing-tall you asshole! It's a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how I get him to the car, huh?"

Gin: "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!"

Marcus: "Sketch it up, you fu**ing moron. Fu**ing Leonardo da Vinci."

Gin: "What'd you call me thigh-high?"

Marcus: "I called you a fu**ing guinea homo from the 15th-fu**ing-century, you dickhead!"

Gin: "I could stick you up my ass, small fry."

Marcus: "Yeah? You sure it ain't too sore from last night?"

Gin: "You got some lip on you midget."

Marcus: "Yeah? Well these lips were on your wife's pussy last night. Why don't you dust that thing off once in a while? Asshole!"

- Bad Santa

[howard38]

From the Outlaw Josey Wales:

Bounty hunter: "I'm just trying to make a living"
Clint eastwood: "Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy"

From "Saving Private Ryan":

Ed Byrnes describing (the wrong) Private Ryan as he runs by: "Told you he was an asshole"

From "The Asphalt Jungle":

John Maxwell referring to the shot and fleeing Sterling Hayden: "There isn't enough blood left in him to keep a chicken alive".

[nolemmings]

Bob McKenzie, in Strange Brew
"I was the last one left after the nuclear holocaust, eh. The whole world had been destroyed, like U.S. blew up Russia and Russia blew up U.S. Fortunately, I had been offworld at the time. There wasn't much to do. All the bowling alleys had been wrecked. So I spent most of my time looking for beer."

[Tsaiko]

Originally Posted by Lordstan

Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that. If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably ah throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watched him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room... for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes... that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think that I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because - You know what? I can't learn anything from you... I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

Great writing and great delivery!

[Jantz]

Theres no crying in Baseball!

[Vol]

Describing Jesse..


Narrator: He was growing into middle age, and was living then in a bungalow on Woodland Avenue. He installed himself in a rocking chair and smoked a cigar down in the evenings as his wife wiped her pink hands on an apron and reported happily on their two children. His children knew his legs, the sting of his mustache against their cheeks. They didn't know how their father made his living, or why they so often moved. They didn't even know their father's name. He was listed in the city directory as Thomas Howard. And he went everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or a commodities investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch. He had two incompletely healed bullet holes in his chest and another in his thigh. He was missing the nub of his left middle finger and was cautious, lest that mutilation be seen. He also had a condition that was referred to as "granulated eyelids" and it caused him to blink more than usual as if he found creation slightly more than he could accept. Rooms seemed hotter when he was in them. Rains fell straighter. Clocks slowed. Sounds were amplified. He considered himself a Southern loyalist and guerrilla in a Civil War that never ended. He regretted neither his robberies, nor the seventeen murders that he laid claim to. He had seen another summer under in Kansas City, Missouri and on September 5th in the year 1881, he was thirty-four-years-old.

[sox1903wschamp]

From my all-time fav comedy-Stripes

John Winger (Bill Murray):C'mon, it's Czechoslovakia. We zip in, we pick 'em up, we zip right out again. We're not going to Moscow. It's Czechoslovakia. It's like going into Wisconsin.

Russell Ziskey (Harold Ramis): Well I got the sh** kicked out of me in Wisconsin once. Forget it!

From Repo-Man;

"Your not a communist are you? You'd better not be. I won't have any communists in my car..... and no Christians!"

[mayx2]

From: There was a crooked man
Setting is in an old west jail:
Kirk Douglas: If you want smokes you get'em from a guy called Tobakky,you want hard candy you get'em from a guy called sweets,well I wanna know,do you have a guy here name a Poontang?