quote:...life is like a mop, and sometimes life gets full of dirt and crud and bugs and hairballs and stuff.
Well, you, you gotta clean it out! You gotta put it in here and rinse it off and start all over again. And sometimes life sticks to the floor so bad that a mop is not good enough, a mop isn't good enough. You gotta get down there with a, with a toothbrush ya know! You gotta scrub, you gotta get it all off, you gotta really try to get it all off.
And if that doesn't work, you can't give up! You gotta stand right up, run to the window and say: "HEY! These floors are dirty as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore!"
quote: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
I couldn't find the God rant from George Spigot in "Bedazzled", so I setttled for this.
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quote: Problem? I haven't got a problem. I've got ****ing problems. Plural. Well, most recently, there's room 309, there's this scary Mexican gangster dude poking his finger in my chest. There's his hooligan kids snapping their fingers at me. There's a putrid, rotting corpse of a dead whore stuck in the springs of the bed. There's rooms blazing afire. There's a big fat needle from God knows where, stuck in my leg, infecting me with God knows what. And finally there's me, walking out the door, right ****ing now. Buenas noches.
it is a damn fine movie by the way. i own the script book. you should see the movie. i'll loan you my dvd.
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It just sounded like something that would fit into what I know of Four Room's premise. That and it sounds like something Tarrantino might write.
Here's another:
quote: I have something to say to all the sons out there. To all the boys, to all the men, to all of us. It's about women, and how they are not mere objects with curves that make us crazy. No, they are our wives, they are our daughters, our sisters, our grandmas, our aunts, our nieces and nephews---well, not our nephews...
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Not sure if this is technically a rant, and it's pretty easy, but anyway:
quote:The issue here is not whether we broke a few rules or took a few liberties with our female party guests--we did. But you can't hold a whole fraternity responsible for the behavior of a few sick, perverted individuals. For if you do, then shouldn't we blame the whole fraternity system? And if the whole fraternity system is guilty, then isn't this an indictment of our educational institutions in general? I put it to you--isn't this an indictment of our entire American society? Well, you can do what you want to us, but we're not going to sit here and listen to you bad-mouth the United States of America! Gentlemen!
quote:Well I had no choice, did I? I'm a woman. Women are obliged to be far more skillful than men. You can ruin our reputation and our life with a few well-chosen words. So of course I had to invent not only myself but ways of escape no one has every thought of before. And I've succeeded because I've always known I was born to dominate your sex and avenge my own.
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Whatshername from that Cricton movie? Er...dang. I could google, but not allowed! Aiiee! Uh. You know, the one with that older actor's son. And Bruce Willis' ex-wife? And...virtual reality...and...er...
That's it, I'm out of here. (work fried brain today...must get new one).
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Okay, I can't guess because I have to admit that I googled it, but hot dang. That lady has ALWAYS creeped me out.
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Value this time in your life kids, because this is the time in your life when you still have your choices, and it goes by so quickly. When you're a teenager you think you can do anything, and you do. Your twenties are a blur. Your thirties, you raise your family, you make a little money and you think to yourself, "What happended to my twenties?" Your forties, you grow a little pot belly you grow another chin. The music starts to get too loud and one of your old girlfriends from highschool becomes a grandmother. Your fifties you have a minor surgery. You'll call it a procedure, but it's a surgery. Your sixties you have a major surgery, the music is still loud but it doesn't matter because you can't hear it anyway. Seventies, you and the wife retire to Fort Lauderdale, you start eating dinner at two, lunch around ten, breakfast the night before. And you spend most of your time wandering around malls looking for the ultimate in soft yogurt and muttering "how come the kids don't call?" By your eighties, you've had a major stroke, and you end up babbling to some Jamaican nurse who your wife can't stand but who you call mama. Any questions?
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that would make sense because I read about 20 commencement speaches this year (in speech class with)
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Well it looks like those commencment speeches that make the e-mail spam rounds. *sigh* I clearly haven't seen enough movies, good or bad to play this game.
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Mrs. M - it's brilliant. I know it, but only because I googled it. I wouldn't have otherwise. Posts: 26077 | Registered: Mar 2000
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Thanks, Kat. I have tons more quotes from that movie - I was a bit obsessed when I was in HS and I copied down all the quotes from the tape (this was a couple of years before DVDs and IMDb).
I could just tell y'all where it's from.
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I'm sure everyone will know where this one, possibly my favorite rant ever comes from.
quote: Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a sh**. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the a$$. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his a$$ got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his a$$ is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.
Oh my, it is strikingly prophetic too. (this is apparently the cleaned up version, I found several others that include the F word.)
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That one is from Hackers, isnt it? The young, deliberately uncool genuis telling off the archetypel suits offering him a job or prison?
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Nah, that one is Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting, right? At least, the repeated "Southie" makes it sound like that.
If the other one is pre-DVD Glen Close, then it's either Fatal Attraction or Dangerous Liasons. The writing sounds more like a response to John Malkovich than Michael Douglas, so I'll say DL.
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