Movie Quote Chain

The best way to power lvl a post count is through the use of a movie quote chain.

Rules are simple if you figure out the line from the movie in quotes you. Post the movie the current quote is from and post your quote in the reply. No cheating (google). If the quote is up for more than 3-4 days then we are stumped and you get to post again.

We start off easy (like my X-girlfriend)

"Now. Vader, he's a spiritual brother, down with the force and all that good shit. Then this cracker Skywalker gets his hands on a lightsaber, and the boy decides HE'S gonna run the whole fucking universe! Gets a whole KLAN of whites together and they go bust up Vader's hood, the Death Star! Now what the fuck do you call that?"

Chasing Amy right?

"I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips, that's fucked up. That ain't my fault. It would seem to me that waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Look, if you ask me to sign something that says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it, put it to a vote, I'll vote for it, but what I won't do is play ball. And as for this non-college bullshit I got two words for that: learn to fuckin' type, 'cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent you're in for a big fuckin' surprise."

easy: Mr Pink in Resevoir Dogs:

This ones easy too:

"Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that... is dangerous. And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you.

duh, Fight Club

"Well that's great, that's just fuckin' great man. Now what the fuck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty shit now man... That's it man, game over man, game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?"

Bill Paxton, Aliens

"...Now, you Irish cops are really perkin' up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which involve abnormally sized men. Kinda makes me feel like river dancin".

Hell yeah boondock saints!!! Willem Dafoe I believe...

"Why I gotta be all that? Tell you what, I'll drive off this fuckin cliff if you keep fuckin with me. Then it'll be two bitches in the sea. My wife knows I'm no bitch.

Martin Lawrence Bad Boys :

It's all right Charlie... All my life I've stood up to everyone and everything because it made me feel *important*. You do it... because you mean it. You've got integrity Charlie. I don't know whether to shoot you or adopt ya

Scent of a woman - al pachino


joe- Where's the money?
lucas- Joe, the money is gone.
joe- Yeah, I know it's gone... but where's it gone to?
lucas- Atlantic City.
joe- Atlantic City?... Is it coming back from Atlantic City?
lucas- Oh, I don't think so, Joe.
joe- What's it doing in Atlantic City, Lucas?
lucas ...Recirculating

Empire Records



Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord!

The Devil's Advocate


Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father; prepare to die...

:confuse:

Princess bride.

Oh lord, bless this thine hand grenade...

Monty Python

Quest for the Holy Grail

"They cut your fuckin' finger off? Fuckin' sick fucks, it's all this fuckin' rap shit isn't it?"

Suicide Kings :tongue:



The weekend has landed. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I've got 48 hours off from the world man.

Human Traffic i think


The Internet is a communication tool used the world over where people can come together to bitch about movies and share pornography with one another

Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back? There was no poop shoot reference so I'm not 100% sure...

"I wanted to see exotic Vietnam, the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture ... and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill."

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Originally Posted by Sixseven

Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back? There was no poop shoot reference so I'm not 100% sure...

"I wanted to see exotic Vietnam, the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture ... and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill."

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Matthew Modine, Full Metal Jacket.

"I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly... "

Full Metal Jacket

Lets turn it up a notch:

"Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck 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 dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck 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? Fuck 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 fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes 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! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five 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 fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck 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 fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, 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-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. "

Edward Norton, 25th hour, the last movie I saw with my last gf (oh, and Anchor Man on Mandri's)

"Look, it's not in my nature to be mysterious; but I can't talk about it and I can't talk about why."

That is Ocean 11 or 12 ummm Brad Pitt mmmm.

"Klaatu verrata n... Necktie... Nickel... It's an "N" word, it's definitely an "N" word!"

Bard Pitt Oceans Twelve :


What kind of idiots would steal a dead body?