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[Pico]

Joey (Disasterpieces): Just another day at the office...

Och bästa någonsin:

"Names are for tombstones, baby!"

[Tommy_Fido]

Peter(from hell) : "From Hell". Well at least they got the address right.

[skribb]

"Names are for tombstones, baby!"

Haha, klockren.

[Tommy_Fido]

Haha, klockren.

Renare än klockren

Frank (king of newyork) :I have never killed anyone who didnt deserve it.

Redigerad 10 januari, 2005 av Tommy_Fido

[Diezl]

"A boy meets a girl, they fall in love, it's bullshit!"

Cameron Diaz i nån film 4:an körde

[ZcruweN]

Ace Ventura2 When nature calls: "And you must be thr monpoly guy"

[Crice]

Moe sjunger: Moe, Moe, Moe, How do you like me? How do you like me? Moe, Moe, Moe, Why don't you like me? No body likes me!

Till den där 'How do you like it? How do you like it? More, more, more!'-låten, ja, jag vet, garvade typ sönder stämbanden första gången jag såg det avsnittet.

[Tommy_Fido]

Otis(Ho1c):Hunting humans aint nothing but nothing.

Redigerad 12 januari, 2005 av Tommy_Fido

[Tommy_Fido]

Men vad fan ingen skriver ju här. Sorry för dubbelposten.

Saw:

Lawrence: What's your name?

Adam: What's my name? Right now my name is Pretty Fucking Confused what's yours ?

[skribb]

Den rullen vill jag se.

[Tommy_Fido]

Den rullen vill jag se.

Gör det den är riktigt härlig.

[Pico]

Polis: "Two tickets to... La bo heeme..."

Lous Winthorpe III: "La Boheme. It's an opera."

Cop: [med sarkasm i rösten till en annan polis] "It's an opera."

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Polis 2: "You were in 'Nam? So were we. Where?"

Billy Ray Valentine: "I was in Sang Bang, I was in Dang Gong. I was all over that place, baby, a lot a' places."

Polis 2: "What unit were you in?"

Billy Ray: "I was in the Green Berets. Airborne tactics, specialist tactics unit batallion. It was real hush-hush. I was Agent Orange, that was my name, Agent Orange."

Polis 1: "Airborne, huh?"

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Billy Ray Valentine: "Hello, security?"

[får en pistol riktad emot sig]

Billy Ray Valentine: "Merry Christmas!"

[slänger på luren]

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Billy Ray Valentine: [efter att ha slagit sönder en vas] "Hey, sorry about that."

Randolph Duke: "It's perfectly alright William. It was your vase."

Billy Ray Valentine: "That was a cheap vase, right? That was a fake?"

Randolph Duke: "I believe we paid $35,000. But if I remember correctly, the insurance company valued it at $50,000. You see, Mortimer? William has already made us $15,000."

[alla skrattar]

Billy Ray Valentine: "You want me to break something else?"

Randolph Duke, Mortimer Duke, Coleman (betjänten): "NO!"

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Billy Ray Valentine: "Hey, that's the motherf-- I mean... that's the gentleman that got me me arrested."

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Biffig fånge: "You beatin' ten cops... How come I don't see no bruises on you?"

Billy Ray Valentine: "Because I'm a karate man, see! And a karate man bruises on the inside! They don't show their weakness. But you don't know that because you're a big Barry White looking motherfucker!"

Samtliga av dessa citat är från filmen Ombytta Roller (Trading Places). Priceless.

[guardian]

"om han kommer ner i en skorsten kommer han ner i det här röret med!" (pratar om tomten) från the nightmare before christmas (1993)

[okka]

Vincent Malloy is seven years old,

He's always polite and does what he's told.

For a boy his age he's considerate and nice,

But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.

He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cat,

Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats.

There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented,

And wander dark hallways alone and tormented.

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,

But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.

He likes to experiment on his dog Abacrombie,

In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie.

So he and his horrible zombie dog,

Could go searching for victims in the London fog.

His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime,

He likes to paint and read to pass the time.

While other kids read books like Go Jane Go,

Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale,

He read a passage that made him turn pale.

Such horrible news he could not survive,

For his beautiful wife had been buried alive.

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,

Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed.

His mother sent Vincent off to his room,

He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom.

Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life,

Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife.

While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,

Vincent's mother suddenly burst into the room.

"If you want to you can go outside and play.

It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak,

The years of isolation had made him quite weak.

So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen,

"I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again."

His mother said, "You're not possessed, and you're not almost dead.

These games that you play are all in your head.

You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy.

You're not tormented, you're just a young boy."

"You're seven years old, and you're my son,

I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall,

While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.

The room started to sway, to shiver and creak.

His horrid insanity had reached its peak.

He saw Abacrombie his zombie slave,

And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.

She spoke from her coffin, and made ghoulish demands.

While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,

Swept his mad laugh to terrified screams.

To escape the madness, he reached for the door,

So he and his horrible zombie dog,

But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.

His voice was soft and very slow,

As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe,

"And my soul from out that shadow floating on the floor,

Shall be lifted--Nevermore!"

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Ingen kommer orka läsa, utan dra ner hit och läsa detta.

Ovan detta är "dikten" i Tim Burtons kortfilm Vincent.

Svinbra!

Editation.

Jag tipsar er att se alla Bröderna Marx's filmer, Groucho Marx är underbar!

http://www.therightside.demon.co.uk/quotes/groucho/

Redigerad 23 januari, 2005 av okka

[Tommy_Fido]

Violent J (big money hustlas):Give me a chip... Give me another chip.

[felshoe]

Travolta: "I can explode anytime right now"

Jacksson: oh, you can explode? i`m a mushroom cloud motherfuckermotherfucker!!"

// Pulp fiction

[okka]

Harry Block: What? You have air-conditioning in Hell?

The Devil: Sure! Fucks up the ozone layer!

Woody Allen's Deconstructing Harry.

"Daddy's out of focus, daddy's out of focus!"

"Daddy don't want to hear that right now, okey!??"

Underbart, pappan kommer hem efter en hård dag på jobbet och har, bokstavligen, förlorat skärpa. Han är suddig. Barnen är såklart på han! Höhö.

[Nojjan]

Vet int om nån har skrivit detta redan men here goes

I´m not a fag or anything. I´ve always said: if i had to fuck a guy, I mean had to...if my life depended on it... i´d fuck Elvis!

[pottzork]

Kops: Om inte du gör en anmälan, så kan vi anmäla dig för utesluten anmälan till inte anmäld anmälan som igentligen skulle vara en anmälan men om du inte anmäler så kan vi anmäladig igen för att du inte anmälde.. Förstår du? Öhh.. Nea. men vet du jag gör en anmälan, jag gör det serru

Haha . KOpps är så satans skön.

"en vällt paperskorg, hmm däckspår. Agneta, de ser ut som en driveby"

[Mahalo]

Fear and loathing in Las Vegas

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then?......Because it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'll report us at once to some kind of outback nazi law enforcement agency, and they'll run us down like dogs.......JESUS! DID I SAY THAT? OR JUST THINK IT? WAS I TALKING? DID THEY HEAR ME?

Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor function. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can't control it. You approach the turnstiles and know that when you get there you have to give the man 2 dollars or he wont let you inside,

but when you get there everything goes wrong, some angry rotarian shoves you and you think whats happening here, whats going on when you hear yourself mumbling " the dogs fucked the pope no fault of mine" ether is the perfect drug for Las Vegas, in this town the love a drunkard, fresh meat, so they put us through the turnstiles and turned us lose inside.

I was right in the middle of a fuckin reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these god damn things. Won't be long now before they tear us to shreds."

You people voted for Hubert Humphrey, and you killed Jesus

hahah jag kan citera replikerna från den här filmen i flera timmar, den e så jävla bra, om ni inte har sett den så gå och hyr den nu.Om ni har sett den och tyckte att den va skit gå och låna boken, för då har du inte riktigt förstått innbeörden av denna fantastiska film.