Ghostbusters

Ray: Listen . . . do you smell something?
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Ray: You know, it just occurred to me that we really haven't had a successful test of this equipment.

Egon: I blame myself.

Venkman: So do I.

Ray: Well, no sense in worrying about it now.

Venkman: Why worry? Each one of us is carrying an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back.
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Ray (Referring to Walter): Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was switched off by dickless here.

Walter: They caused an explosion!

Mayor: Is this true?

Venkman: Yes it's true. *pause* This man has no dick.
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Winston: Ray, if someone asks if you are a God you say, 'YES'

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Hermione: Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him?! Stop!!
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Mc. Gunnegal: Take my waist Ronald.

Ron: What?

Mc. Gunnegal: My waist.
*they start dancing together xD*
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Harry: Ron look. I didn't put my name in that cup. I don't know what happend it just did, okay? Now lets go to sleep.

Ron: Piss off...
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*The end of Sirius's letter to Harry*
PS...
*And owl that Sirius has sent Harry bites his finger*
The bird bites

Transformers [2007]:
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man!" - Optimus Prime.

Anchorman:

Brian Fantana: 60% of the time, it works everytime.

Champ Kind: It is anchor*man*, not anchor*lady*. And that is a scientific fact.

Ron: Discovered by the Germans in 1904, they named it San Diego, which of course in German means a whale's vagina.
Veronica: No, there's no way that's correct.
Ron: I'm sorry, I was trying to impress you. I don't know what it means. I'll be honest, I don't think anyone knows what it means anymore. Scholars maintain that the translation was lost hundreds of years ago.
Veronica: Doesn't it mean Saint Diego?
Ron: No. No.
Veronica: No, that's - that's what it means. Really.
Ron: Agree to disagree.

Wes Mantooth: Nice suits, I didn't know that the Salvation Army was having a sale.
Brick Tamland: Where did you get your clothes, from the toilet store?

Champ Kind: What in the hell's diversity?
Ron Burgundy: Well, I could be wrong, but I believe, uh, diversity is an old, old wooden ship that was used during the Civil War era.

School of Rock:

Dewey Finn: [on sticking it to "The Man"] Yes! But, you can't just say it, man. You've gotta feel it in you're blood and guts! If you wanna rock, you gotta break the rules. You gotta get mad at the man! And right now, I'm the man. That's right, I'm the man, and who's got the guts to tell me off? Huh? Who's gonna tell me off?
Freddy: Shut the hell up, Schneebly!
Alicia: Get outta here, stupidass.
Summer: You're a joke, you're the worst teacher I've ever had!
Dewey Finn: Summer, that is great! I like the delivery because I felt your anger!
Lawrence: You're a fat loser and you have body odour.
Dewey Finn: ....alright...

Freddy: Are we going to be goofing off like this everyday?
Dewey Finn: Hey, we are not goofing off, we are creating musical fusion!

Dewey Finn: Sell my guitars?! Would you tell Picasso to sell his guitars?!



err.. I think that's enough for now xD I could go on forever quoting these two movies alone haha

This Is Spinal Tap

These Amps go to 11!

I, for one, do not think the problem was that the band was down. I think that the problem may have been that there was a Stonehenge monument on the stage that was in danger of being crushed by a dwarf. That tended to understate the hugeness of the object.

After his best friend from the age of 7 leaves the band:
Well, I'm sure I'd feel much worse if I weren't under such heavy sedation.

Explaining how they couldnt find out who's vomit their drummer choked on:
You can't really dust for vomit.

It's like how much more black could this be? And the answer is none, none more black.

We're very lucky in the band in that we have two visionaries - David and Nigel. They're like poets, like Shelley and Byron They're two distinct types of visionaries; it's like fire and ice, basically. I feel my role in the band is to be somewhere in the middle of that, kind of like lukewarm water.

Nigel Tufnel: (holding up a guitar) The sustain, listen to it. Marty DiBergi: I don't hear anything. Nigel Tufnel: Well you would though, if it were playing.

David St. Hubbins: We say, "Love your brother." We don't say it really, but - Nigel Tufnel: We don't literally say it. David St. Hubbins: No, we don't say it. Nigel Tufnel: We don't really, actually mean it. David St. Hubbins: No, we don't believe it either, but - Nigel Tufnel: But we're not racists. David St. Hubbins: But that message should be clear.

-Thread Stickied-

I'll just post four simple ones I can think of at the moment.

Forest Gump: "Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."

James Bond (Sean Connery): "Bond. James Bond."

The Terminator: (Arnold) "Hasta la vista, baby."

The Wizard of Oz: (Wicked Witch) "I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too!"

I have a few new quotes:

V: "Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition."

V: "Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot."

V: "...A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. A symbol, in and of itself is powerless, but with enough people behind it, blowing up a building can change the world. "

V: "Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."

Liar Liar
"It's blue. The goddamn pen is blue!"

Weather Man
"People don't throw shakes at me anymore, maybe it's because I carry a bow around."

Little Britain
"Andy how did you get up there, in that tree?"
"I fell."

Susan: "I wish Edie were here. Without her there's no one to give us the dish."
Bree: "Yet another illustration of the fundamental selfishness of suicide."

[Bree, To Rex]: If you think I'm gonna discuss the dissolution of my marriage in a place where the restrooms are labelled Chicks and Dudes, you are out of your mind.

[Bree is trying to set Andrew up with their contractor, hinting at him] Oh yes, he just broke up with his life partner, TODD... who he was GAY WITH.

Andrew Van De Kamp: Mom, I'm gonna take these bowls to the kitchen...
Bree: Oh! thanks, dear.
Andrew Van De Kamp: With you... What are you doing?
Bree: Oh, I'm trying to stay out of the way of all the sparks that are flying...
Andrew Van De Kamp: Sparks? The man is twice my age.
Bree: Yes, but he's also... he's got a great sense of... OK, do you know how hard it is to get a good contractor?
Andrew Van De Kamp: Oh my God.
Bree: And poor Walter just had his heart broken, so if it takes you being nice to hime to have our house fixed...
Andrew Van De Kamp: You're pimping me out for a new roof?
Bree: And windows... and I'm not pimping you out, I'm simply asking you to show some kindness to a lonely man who happens to be an excellent roofer.
Andrew Van De Kamp: Look, if by kindness you mean sex...
Bree: Watch your mouth, I would never suggest that. You can raise a man's hopes without satisfying them, I've done it all my life. Andrew, I have got to get back into my house, and you're my only hope.
Andrew Van De Kamp: Fine, for you I'll flirt, I'll flatter and I'll charm.
Bree: Bless you...
Andrew Van De Kamp: And in exchange... I expect a 60-inch flat-screen TV.
Bree: Fine. And if you can get him to come on time and under budget, I'll throw in surround sound.