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Nog wat quotes van "Dirty Harry" Callahan.

Listen, punk. To me you're nothin' but dogshit, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dogshit. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog shits ya!

When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.

God this stuff isn't getting to me - the shootings, the knifings, the beatings. Old ladies being bashed in the head for their social security checks. Nah that doesn't bother me. But you know what does bother me? You know what makes me really sick to my stomach? It's watching you stuff your face with those hotdogs! Nobody - I mean nobody puts ketchup on a hot dog!
 
ADRIAN!!!!!!!!







Rocky..........
 
Marsliedje uit Full metal jacket blijft ook goed:

I don't want no teenage queen.
I just want my M-14.
If I die in the combat zone.
Box me up and ship me home.
Pin my medals upon my chest.
Tell my mom I've done my best.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who said that? Who the **** said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed c**ksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy ****ing godmother said it. Out-****ing-standing. I will PT you all until you ****ing die. I'll PT you until your a**holes are sucking buttermilk.
[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman grabs Pvt. Cowboy by the shirt]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Was it you, you scroungy little ****, huh?
Private Cowboy: Sir, no Sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little piece of shit you look like a ****ing worm, I bet it was you.
Private Cowboy: Sir, no Sir!
Private Joker: Sir, I said it, Sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, no shit. What do we have here, a ****ing comedian! Private, Joker! I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you, you can come over to my house and **** my sister!
[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman punches Pvt. Joker in the stomach]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 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 off your face! Pvt. Joker you better un**** yourself before I unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
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Fredo Corleone : Uno... por favor...

Fredo Corleone : How do you say "banana daiquiri"?

Michael Corleone: "Banana daiquiri."
 
Jay: You do know Elvis is dead, right?

Kay: No, Elvis is not dead. He just went home.

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Kay: All right, Beatrice, there was no alien. The flash of light you saw in the sky was not a UFO. Swamp gas from a weather balloon was trapped in a thermal pocket and reflected the light from Venus.

Jay: Wait a minute. You just flash that thing, it erases her memory, and you just make up a new one?

Kay: A standard issue neuralyzer.

Jay: And that weak-ass story's the best you can come up with?

Kay: On a more personal note Beatrice, Edgar ran off with an old girlfriend, you're gonna go stay with your mom a couple nights then realize you're better off.

Jay: Yeah, 'cause you know what? He never appreciated you anyway. In fact, *you* kicked *him* out and now that he's gone you're gonna go into town, go to Bloomingdales, find some nice dresses, you know, maybe find somewhere you can get, you know, a facial, and hire a decorator to come in here fast because... damn.

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Elle: Hey, Jay! Zed called. The high consulate from Solaxiant 9 wants floor seats for the next Bulls game.

Jay: All right, let's put in a call to Dennis Rodman. He's from that planet.

Elle: Rodman? You're kidding.

Jay: Nope.

Elle: Not much of a disguise.
 
Casino:

You got me there, good old Don is as useless as titties on a boar.
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Nicky Santoro: Peek-a-boo you, ****s, you.
---
Nicky Santoro: You called my friend a f**got? You told him to go **** himself? Is that what you did? You told him to go **** himself? You ****in' hick! You ****in' hick you! Come here!
[Nicky stabs the man in the throat with the pen, then beats him savagely]
Nicky Santoro: Ok... You hear - hear a little girl, Frankie? You hear a little girl, Ace? Is that a little ****in' girl? What happened to the ****in' tough guy that told my friend to stick it up his ****in' ass, huh?
[Nicky hits the man a few more times]
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Sin city:

Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart?
Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
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guardian zei:
Nog wat quotes van "Dirty Harry" Callahan.

Listen, punk. To me you're nothin' but dogshit, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dogshit. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog shits ya!

When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.

God this stuff isn't getting to me - the shootings, the knifings, the beatings. Old ladies being bashed in the head for their social security checks. Nah that doesn't bother me. But you know what does bother me? You know what makes me really sick to my stomach? It's watching you stuff your face with those hotdogs! Nobody - I mean nobody puts ketchup on a hot dog!
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:haha: Wat een held is Clint!

Waar blijft die dirty harry-box? Hij heeft zelf in ieder geval wel meegewerkt aan een videogame die dit jaar uitkomt!
 
what is the average speed velocity of an unloaded swallow.?
What do you mean! african or european swallow?

i dont know aaaaaaaaaah

Monthy python Search fot the holy grail



torture you? thats a good idea (reservoir dogs)
 
dat zingen ze toch?
 
Blow:

Tuna: I can't believe we're stealin' a plane...
Kevin Dulli: Don't be such a p*ssy.

George: [to a friend after a major betrayal] Hey, am I wearing lipstick? I said, am I wearing lipstick? When I'm getting ****ed I want to make sure my face looks pretty.

Pablo Escobar: Our business here today is cocaine, yes?
George: Si. Yes it is.
Pablo Escobar: I need to find an Americano who I can trust. One with honor, intelligence...
George: You need an Americano with balls, Senior Escobar.
Pablo Escobar: Yes, and balls, Mr. George.

Snatch:

Avi: Eighty-six carats.
Rosebud: Where?
Avi: London.
Rosebud: London?
Avi: London.
Avi's Colleague: London?
Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary ****ing Poppins... LONDON

Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big d*ck. The men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey f**got balls.
Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, d**ks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell p*ssy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old p*ssy, and have brought your two small mincey f**got balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no p*ssy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your gun...
[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns]
Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"...
[Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine...
[They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... **** off!

Lock Stock and two smoking barrels:

Eddie: They're armed.
Soap: What was that? Armed? What do you mean armed? Armed with what?
Eddie: Err, bad breath, colorful language, feather duster... what do you think they're gonna be armed with? Guns, you tit!

Plank: Ah! They ****ing shot me!
Dog: Well, ****ing shoot 'em back!

Big Chris: [Big Chris has just explained that Eddie is in debt with Hatchet Harry] I understand if this has come as a bit of a shock. But let me tell you how this can be resolved by you, a good father.
JD: Go on.
Big Chris: He likes your bar.
JD: Yes?
Big Chris: He wants your bar.
JD: And?
Big Chris: Do you want me to draw you a picture?
 
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