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"You read the Bible, Brett?"
"Now let me ask you a question, Jules. When you drove in here, did you notice a sign out in front that said, "Dead nigger storage"?"
"Now let me ask you a question, Jules. When you drove in here, did you notice a sign out in front that said, "Dead nigger storage"?"
"MOLLUCK DU SCHEISS DRECKIGER BINGO SPIELER"
quote:Op vrijdag 12 januari 2007 02:35 schreef SpankTheMonkey het volgende:
Ik nomineer het volledige script van The Big Lebowski
quote:Did I urinate on your rug?
Bijna mijn favoriet , maar dit stuk maakt het hem echt:quote:Op vrijdag 12 januari 2007 10:04 schreef Molluck het volgende:
"You read the Bible, Brett?"
"Now let me ask you a question, Jules. When you drove in here, did you notice a sign out in front that said, "Dead nigger storage"?"
, maar dit stuk maakt het hem echt:The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
Hippe baan in de IT ?
Uit de Film Pulp Fiction:
JULES : What country you from!
BRETT : What?
JULES : "What" ain't no country I know! Do they speak English in "What?"
BRETT : What?
JULES : English-motherfucker-can-you-speak-it?
BRETT : Yes.
JULES : Then you understand what I'm sayin'?
BRETT : Yes.
JULES : Now describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
BRETT : (out of fear) What?
Jules zet zijn geweer tegen de wang van Brett
JULES :Say "What" again! C'mon, say "What" again! I dare ya, I double dare ya motherfucker, say "What"one more goddamn time!
JULES : What country you from!
BRETT : What?
JULES : "What" ain't no country I know! Do they speak English in "What?"
BRETT : What?
JULES : English-motherfucker-can-you-speak-it?
BRETT : Yes.
JULES : Then you understand what I'm sayin'?
BRETT : Yes.
JULES : Now describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
BRETT : (out of fear) What?
Jules zet zijn geweer tegen de wang van Brett
JULES :Say "What" again! C'mon, say "What" again! I dare ya, I double dare ya motherfucker, say "What"one more goddamn time!
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| who gives a fuck-truck | '|""";.., ___.
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"(@ )'(@ )" " " " * | (@ )(@ )* * * * * (@ )
Don't try to escape. I have six little friends here, and they all run faster than you
Lang leve mij! *O*
Film Hotshots:
Yankee doedel floppy disk..This is Foxtrot zoeloe Milkshake...
Yankee doedel floppy disk..This is Foxtrot zoeloe Milkshake...
Dit bericht vernietigt zichzelf in 3...2...1...
Airplane!
Tower : Flight 2-0-9er, you're cleared for take off.
Oever : Roger!
Murdock : Huh?
Tower : L.A. departure frequency 1-2-3 point 9er.
Oever : Roger!
Murdock : Huh?
: Re-quest Vector, over!
Oever : What?
Tower : 2-0-9er clear for vector 2-3-4.
Murdock : We have clearance Clarence.
Oever : Roger, Roger. What's our Vector Victor?
Tower : Tower's radio clearance, over!
Oever : That's Clarence Oever! Oever.
Tower : Roger.
Murdock : Huh?
Tower : Roger, over.
Murdock : Huh?
Oever : Huh?
Tower : Flight 2-0-9er, you're cleared for take off.
Oever : Roger!
Murdock : Huh?
Tower : L.A. departure frequency 1-2-3 point 9er.
Oever : Roger!
Murdock : Huh?
: Re-quest Vector, over!
Oever : What?
Tower : 2-0-9er clear for vector 2-3-4.
Murdock : We have clearance Clarence.
Oever : Roger, Roger. What's our Vector Victor?
Tower : Tower's radio clearance, over!
Oever : That's Clarence Oever! Oever.
Tower : Roger.
Murdock : Huh?
Tower : Roger, over.
Murdock : Huh?
Oever : Huh?
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(Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas)
Narrator: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like:
Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.
Narrator: Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming:
Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?!
Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something?
Raoul Duke: Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive.
Narrator: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.
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Gonzo: [After cocaine blows away in the wind] Did you see what GOD just did to us man!
Duke: God didn't do that, you did! You're a fucking narcotics agent, I knew it. That was our cocaine you fucking pig, scum [swats at him with fly swatter] Pig, swine, whore!
Gonzo: [Pointing gun at Duke] Careful. There are plenty of buzzards out here, they'll pick your bones dry in no time.
Duke: You whore...
Gonzo: (holding up some acid) He he heeee, here's your half of the Sunshine Acid, EAT IT!
Duke: Yeah, all right sure. How long do I have?
Gonzo: As your attorney I advise you to drive at top speed and it'll be a Goddamn miracle if we get there before you turn into some kind of wild animal. Are you ready for that? Checking into a Las Vegas hotel under a phoney name with the intent to commit capital fraud on a head full of acid? I certainly hope so...
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Raoul Duke: Hey, there's two women fucking a polar bear.
Dr. Gonzo: Don't tell me those things. Not now, man.
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Hippie: What's the trouble?
Raoul Duke: Well, all this white stuff on my sleeve is LSD!
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Dr. Gonzo: AHH! Medicine, medicine!
Raoul Duke: Huh? Oh, medicine! Watch out, this man has a bad heart, angina pectorus, but don't worry we have a cure. (cracks open an amyl) Ok, big wiff, big wiff, sunny boy! [Gonzo snorts the powder]
Raoul Duke: Ahh, now for the doctor [Raoul snorts the powder]... eeeeeeeee... Ahh!
[Pause]
Dr. Gonzo : What the-? What the fuck are we doin out here in the middle of the desert? Somebody call the police, we need help, we need help, we need help [Slams the horn] Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha!
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Duke: That's good. Because I want you to have all the background. This is a very ominous assignment -- with overtones of extreme personal danger. I'm a Doctor of Journalism! This is important, goddamnit! This is a true story!...
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Car Salesman: Say. Are you fellows drinking?
Duke: Not me. We're responsible people.
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Narrator: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like:
Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.
Narrator: Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming:
Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?!
Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something?
Raoul Duke: Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive.
Narrator: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.
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Gonzo: [After cocaine blows away in the wind] Did you see what GOD just did to us man!
Duke: God didn't do that, you did! You're a fucking narcotics agent, I knew it. That was our cocaine you fucking pig, scum [swats at him with fly swatter] Pig, swine, whore!
Gonzo: [Pointing gun at Duke] Careful. There are plenty of buzzards out here, they'll pick your bones dry in no time.
Duke: You whore...
Gonzo: (holding up some acid) He he heeee, here's your half of the Sunshine Acid, EAT IT!
Duke: Yeah, all right sure. How long do I have?
Gonzo: As your attorney I advise you to drive at top speed and it'll be a Goddamn miracle if we get there before you turn into some kind of wild animal. Are you ready for that? Checking into a Las Vegas hotel under a phoney name with the intent to commit capital fraud on a head full of acid? I certainly hope so...
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Raoul Duke: Hey, there's two women fucking a polar bear.
Dr. Gonzo: Don't tell me those things. Not now, man.
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Hippie: What's the trouble?
Raoul Duke: Well, all this white stuff on my sleeve is LSD!
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Dr. Gonzo: AHH! Medicine, medicine!
Raoul Duke: Huh? Oh, medicine! Watch out, this man has a bad heart, angina pectorus, but don't worry we have a cure. (cracks open an amyl) Ok, big wiff, big wiff, sunny boy! [Gonzo snorts the powder]
Raoul Duke: Ahh, now for the doctor [Raoul snorts the powder]... eeeeeeeee... Ahh!
[Pause]
Dr. Gonzo : What the-? What the fuck are we doin out here in the middle of the desert? Somebody call the police, we need help, we need help, we need help [Slams the horn] Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha!
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Duke: That's good. Because I want you to have all the background. This is a very ominous assignment -- with overtones of extreme personal danger. I'm a Doctor of Journalism! This is important, goddamnit! This is a true story!...
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Car Salesman: Say. Are you fellows drinking?
Duke: Not me. We're responsible people.
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Death Makes Angels of us all
And gives us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven' s claws...
And gives us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven' s claws...
Boondock Saints:
Rocco: Fucking... What the fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks...
[shouts]
Rocco: fuck!
Rocco: Fucking... What the fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks...
[shouts]
Rocco: fuck!
Space balls:
COL SANDURZ : We don't have visual contact yet, sir, but we have it on the radar screen. Shall I punch it up for you?
DARK HELMET : Na, nevermind. I'll do it myself.
Dark Helmet and Col Sandurz lopen naar een koffie automaat
COL SANDURZ : Very good, sir.
DARK HELMET : What's the matter with this thing? What's all that churning and bubbling? You call that a radar screen.
COL SANDURZ : No, sir. We call it, "Mr. Coffee." (points at label, "Mr. Coffee") Care for some?
DARK HELMET : Yes! I always have coffee when I watch radar. You know that.
COL SANDURZ : Of course I do, sir.
DARK HELMET : Everybody knows that.
iedereen: (beschermen hun kelen) Of course we do, sir.
DARK HELMET : (drinkt koffie) Now that I have my coffee, I'm ready to watch radar. Where is it?
COL SANDURZ : We don't have visual contact yet, sir, but we have it on the radar screen. Shall I punch it up for you?
DARK HELMET : Na, nevermind. I'll do it myself.
Dark Helmet and Col Sandurz lopen naar een koffie automaat
COL SANDURZ : Very good, sir.
DARK HELMET : What's the matter with this thing? What's all that churning and bubbling? You call that a radar screen.
COL SANDURZ : No, sir. We call it, "Mr. Coffee." (points at label, "Mr. Coffee") Care for some?
DARK HELMET : Yes! I always have coffee when I watch radar. You know that.
COL SANDURZ : Of course I do, sir.
DARK HELMET : Everybody knows that.
iedereen: (beschermen hun kelen) Of course we do, sir.
DARK HELMET : (drinkt koffie) Now that I have my coffee, I'm ready to watch radar. Where is it?
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(The Doors)
Jim Morrison: You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves!
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Jim Morrison: Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.
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Jim Morrison: Where's your will to be weird?
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Jim Morrison: I was stoned. It seemed like a fun thing to do at the time.
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Jim Morrison: I believe in a long prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown... Although I live in the subconscious, our pale reason hides the infinite from us.
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Pamela: You actually put your dick in this woman?
Jim Morrison: Well... sometimes, yeah.
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John: I don't know if I want to take acid.
Jim Morrison: Relax, it's peyote.
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Jim Morrison: Actually I don't remember being born, It must have happened during one of my black outs.
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Jim Morrison: This is the strangest life I've ever known.
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Jim Morrison: Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.
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Andy Warhol: Somebody gave me this telephone... I think it was Edie... yeah it was Edie... and she said I could talk to God with it, but uh... I don't have anything to say... so here...
[giving Jim the phone]
Andy Warhol: this is for you... now you can talk to God.
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Warhol PR: Andy Warhol IS art. We must ask ourselves, does Andy imitate life or does life imitate Andy?
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Pamela: You killed my duck!
Jim Morrison: I killed your duck?
[stomps on the duck]
Jim Morrison: There! The duck is fucking DEAD!
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Jim Morrison: Let's plan a murder or start a religion.
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Jim Morrison: Love, death, travel, revolt, chaos.
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Jim Morrison: I love fame, I *do* love fame!
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Jim Morrison: I'm a fake hero.
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Jim Morrison: They don't want me - they want my *death*!
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Jim Morrison: I'm the poet and you're my muse.
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Jim Morrison: Have you ever eaten human flesh?
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Jim Morrison: What's wrong with being a large mammal?
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Pamela: You're a poet, not a rock star.
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Interviewer: Do you believe in drugs?
Jim Morrison: I believe in excess...
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Jim Morrison: We're gonna fuck death away!
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Jim Morrison: Come one, let's get some tacos.
Jim Morrison: You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves!
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Jim Morrison: Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.
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Jim Morrison: Where's your will to be weird?
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Jim Morrison: I was stoned. It seemed like a fun thing to do at the time.
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Jim Morrison: I believe in a long prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown... Although I live in the subconscious, our pale reason hides the infinite from us.
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Pamela: You actually put your dick in this woman?
Jim Morrison: Well... sometimes, yeah.
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John: I don't know if I want to take acid.
Jim Morrison: Relax, it's peyote.
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Jim Morrison: Actually I don't remember being born, It must have happened during one of my black outs.
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Jim Morrison: This is the strangest life I've ever known.
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Jim Morrison: Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.
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Andy Warhol: Somebody gave me this telephone... I think it was Edie... yeah it was Edie... and she said I could talk to God with it, but uh... I don't have anything to say... so here...
[giving Jim the phone]
Andy Warhol: this is for you... now you can talk to God.
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Warhol PR: Andy Warhol IS art. We must ask ourselves, does Andy imitate life or does life imitate Andy?
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Pamela: You killed my duck!
Jim Morrison: I killed your duck?
[stomps on the duck]
Jim Morrison: There! The duck is fucking DEAD!
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Jim Morrison: Let's plan a murder or start a religion.
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Jim Morrison: Love, death, travel, revolt, chaos.
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Jim Morrison: I love fame, I *do* love fame!
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Jim Morrison: I'm a fake hero.
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Jim Morrison: They don't want me - they want my *death*!
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Jim Morrison: I'm the poet and you're my muse.
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Jim Morrison: Have you ever eaten human flesh?
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Jim Morrison: What's wrong with being a large mammal?
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Pamela: You're a poet, not a rock star.
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Interviewer: Do you believe in drugs?
Jim Morrison: I believe in excess...
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Jim Morrison: We're gonna fuck death away!
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Jim Morrison: Come one, let's get some tacos.
Death Makes Angels of us all
And gives us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven' s claws...
And gives us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven' s claws...
quote:Op vrijdag 12 januari 2007 10:11 schreef Reza-impreza het volgende:
Uit de Film Pulp Fiction:
<Jules> You ever read the Bible, Brett?
<Brett> [in spasm] Yes!
<Jules> There's a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation:
Ezekiel 25:17.
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness.
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with
great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you!" *bang* *bang* *bang*
Jules Winnfield (Samuel L. Jackson) - Pulp Fiction
Yes we can! | I didn't fail, it's just postponed success.
Houdt de dief !quote:Op vrijdag 12 januari 2007 10:47 schreef Jo0Lz het volgende:
[..]
[afbeelding]
<Jules> You ever read the Bible, Brett?
<Brett> [in spasm] Yes!
<Jules> There's a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation:
Ezekiel 25:17.
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness.
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with
great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you!" *bang* *bang* *bang*
Jules Winnfield (Samuel L. Jackson) - Pulp Fiction
Hippe baan in de IT ?
quote:Op vrijdag 12 januari 2007 10:06 schreef gio_hardcore het volgende:
[..]
Bijna mijn favoriet , maar dit stuk maakt het hem echt:
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
En dan dus: Bang bang bang!
Hippe baan in de IT ?
I'm gonna rip out your eyes, and piss into your dead skull! You fucked with the wrong Marine!
Hippe baan in de IT ?
Reactie van jou over het hoofd gezienquote:
Yes we can! | I didn't fail, it's just postponed success.
yipy kaa jee motherfucker
die hard.
(binnenkort deeltje 4! ben benieuwd)
die hard.
(binnenkort deeltje 4! ben benieuwd)
Out! out! flapoor your father! | DaFan's moeder
quote:Op vrijdag 12 januari 2007 10:58 schreef Jo0Lz het volgende:
[..]
Reactie van jou over het hoofd gezien
Hippe baan in de IT ?
quote:Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.
Vincent: How many up there?
Jules: Three or four.
Vincent: That's countin' our guy?
Jules: Not sure.
Vincent: So that means there could be up to five guys up there?
Jules: It's possible.
Vincent: We should have fuckin' shotguns.
[after Butch saves Marsellus from rapists]
Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
quote:Pumpkin: Garçon! Coffee!
[the waitress approaches the table and refills Pumpkin's cup]
Waitress: Garçon means boy.
quote:Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
quote:The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
Vincent: A please would be nice.
The Wolf: Come again?
Vincent: I said a please would be nice.
The Wolf: Get it straight buster - I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better fucking do it and do it quick! I'm here to help - if my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.
Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that...
Vincent: I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.
The Wolf: If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car!
quote:Jules: So, tell me again about the hashbars?
Vincent: Okay, what you wanna know?
Jules: Hash is legal there right?
Vincent: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffin' away. You're only supposed to smoke in your home or certain designated places.
Jules: And those are hashbars?
Vincent: It breaks down like this: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and, if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's legal to carry it, but that doesn't really matter 'cause - get a load of this - if you get stopped by the cops in amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean, that's a right the cops in amsterdam don't have.
Jules: [Laughing] I'm going, that's all there is too it, I'm fucking going
Vincent: Yeah baby, you'd digg it the most.
[ Bericht 88% gewijzigd door Jo0Lz op 12-01-2007 11:09:56 ]
Yes we can! | I didn't fail, it's just postponed success.
So you have to ask yourself, do I feel lucky?
Metalman. Maar ook ESF fan. Solo vakantiefietser met tentje. Dichter.
26-10 Attila/Eskimo Callboy (Amsterdam), 21-11 The Algorithm (Haarlem)
26-10 Attila/Eskimo Callboy (Amsterdam), 21-11 The Algorithm (Haarlem)
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