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Tombstone
- 1879. The Civil War is over and the resulting economic
explosion spurs the great migration West. Farmers, ranchers, prospectors, killers, and
thieves seek their fortunes. Cattle grovers turn cow towns into armed camps, with murder
rates higher than those of modern day New York or Los Angeles. Out of this chaos comes
legendary lawman, Wyatt Earp, retiering his badge and gun to start a peacefull life with
his family. Earp's friend John "Doc" Holliday, a southern gentleman turned gunman and
gambler also travels West hoping the dry climate will relieve his tuburculosis. Silver
is discovered in Arizona. Tombstone becomes Queen of the boomtowns where the latest
Paris fashions are sold from the backs of wagons. Attracted to this atmoshpere of greed,
over one hundred exiled Texas outlaws ban together to form the ruthless gang recognized
by the red sashes they wear. They emerge as the earliest example of organized crime in
America. They call themselves, The Cowboys.
- That's not what he said you ignorant wretch. Your Spanish
is worse than your English.
- Priest's first speech. Feel free to decipher it, I can't.
- Second Priest speech, and last.
- Hey Johnnie. What'd that mexican mean, a sick horse
was gonna get us, huh?
-He was quoting the bible, Revelations. Behold the pale horse.
The man who sat on him was death. And Hell followed with him.
- Tell ya one thing though. Never saw a rich man that
didn't wind up with a guilty conscience.
-I already got a guilty conscience. Might as
well have the money too.
- That's him alright. Boy I'd know that sour face anywhere.
- 500. Must be a peach of a hand.
- Kate, you're not wearin a bustle. How lewd.
- Why Ed Baily, you look like you're just about ready to burst.
- Well, I supposed I'm deranged, but I guess I'll just
have to call. Cover your ears darlin.
- Isn't that a daisy.
- Why Ed Baily, we cross?
- Ed what an ugly thing to say. I abhor ugliness. Does this mean
we're not friends anymore?
- You know Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend. I just don't
think I could bare it.
- Touch that gun, I'll burn you down.
- My sweet, soft, hungarian devil.
- Somethin on your mind?
- No need to go heeled to get the bulge on dub like you.
-Is
that a fact.
-Thats a fact.
- Skin that smokewagon and see what happens.
-Listen
mister, I, I, I'm gettin awful tired of your-
-I'm gettin tired of your gas. Now jerk
that pistol and go to work. I said throw down boy. Ya gonna do something, or just stand
there and bleed.
- How the hell are you?
-Wyatt, I am rolling.
- Oh, Johnney. I apologize, I forgot you were there. You may go now.
- Forgive me if I don't shake hands.
- Seen how everyone dresses? Awful toney for a mining camp.
No sir, the die is cast, we are growing. Be as big as San Francisco in a few years and just as
sophisticated.
- My dear. You have such a gaze upon the quintessential
frontier type. Note, the lean silouette. Eyes closed by the sun, though sharp as a hawk. He's
got the look of both predator, and prey.
- Proffesor Gillman?! Oh, I seen him in Bisbee. He catches
stuff.
-Hey professor, catch this.
- How bout you juanito, what would you do?
-I already did it.
- I stand corrected Wyatt. You're an Oak.
- You must be Doc Holliday.
-That's the rumor.
-You retired
too?
-Not me. I'm in my prime.
- What do ya think darling? Should I hate him?
- I don't know. There's just something about him,
something round the eyes. I don't know. Reminds me of, me. Nope I'm sure of it, I hate him.
- Envino veritas...
- Evedently Mr. Ringo is an educated
man. Now I really hate him.
- You know, Stephen Foster. Old Susanna, Camptown Races.
Stephen stinkin Foster.
-Yes. Well this happens to be a nocturne.
-A which?
-You
know. Frederick fucking Chopin.
- You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe. You understand me?
- The drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit
nothing. In fact you're probably seeing double.
-I have two guns. One for each of you.
- Nonsense. I have not yet begun to defile myself.
- Hey loving man. You been called.
- Why Ike, whatever do you mean?
- Don't you ever put your hands on me, see. Don't you ever try to
manhandle a cowboy because we'll cut your goddamn pimps heart out. You understand me you pimp.
- Come darling. Lets seek our entertainment elsewhere.
- We must talk darlin. It appears we must redefine the nature
of our association.
- You're a daisy if you do.
- Sisterboy should've stuck around.
- I want your blood. I want your souls, and I want em both
right now.
- Well you got trouble.
- Don't any of you have the guts to fight for blood?
- I'm your huckleberry.
- I tell you boys even i'm worried whats gonna happen once Ringo
runs this outfit. God have mercy.
- Don't worry Allie girl. I still got one good arm to hold
you with.
- Remember what I said about seeing a light when you're dyin?
It ain't true. I can't see a damn thing.
- Well, bye.
- Hey Mattie! Where's Wyatt?
-Right behind you Stilwell.
- You tell em I'm coming. And Hells coming with me you
hear. Hells coming with me.
- Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Hell, I got lots of
friends.
I don't.
- There is no normal life Wyatt. There is just life,
you get on with it.
- I didn't think you had it in you.
-I'm your huckleberry.
- Whyy, Johnney Ringo. You look like somebody just walked over
your grave.
- I was just foolin about.
-I wasn't.
- Say when.
- You're no daisy. You're no daisy at all.
- I'm affraid the strain was more than he could bare.
- Indeed sir. The last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals.
- Nonsense. By all means move.
- I'm dying. How are you?
- Sure you do. Say goodbye to me. Go grab that spirited
actress and make her your own. Take that beauty and run, don't look back. Live every second,
live right up the hill. Live Wyatt. Live for me.
- The power of the Cowboy gang was broken forever. Ike Clanton
was shot and killed two years later during an attempted robbery. Mattie died of a drug
overdose shortly after she left Tombstone. Virgil and Allie Earp moved to California where
Virgil, despite the use of only one arm, became a town sherrif. Wyatt and Josephine embarked
on a series of adventures. Up or down, thin or flush. In forty-seven years they never left
each others side. Wyatt Earp died in Los Angeles in 1929. Among the pall bearers at his
funeral were early western movie stars William S. Hart and Tom Mix. Tom Mix wept.
Pulp Fiction
- I love you pumpkin.
-I love you honey bunny. Everybody be cool, this is a robbery.
-Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you.(with music)
- Oh I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?
- Describe what Marsalis Wallace looks like.
-What?
-Say what again. Say what again. I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker. Say what one more goddamned time.
-He's black.
-Go on.
-He's bald.
-Does he look like a bitch?
-What?
-Does he look like a bitch.
-Nooooooo
-The why you try to fuck him like a bitch bret?
-I didn't
-Yes you did. Yes you did bret. You tried to fuck him and Marsalis Wallace doesn't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
- Whoa! What the fucks happening! Ah shit man.
-Aww man, I shot Marvin in the face.
-Why the fuck'd you do that?
-Well I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident.
-Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time, but this...
-Chill out man, I told you it was an accident. You probably, you went over a bump or something.
-Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfuckin bump.
-Hey look man, I didn't I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off, I don't know why.
-Well look at this fuckin mess man. Were on a city street in broad daylight.
-I can't believe it man.
-Well believe it now motherfucker. We gotta get this car off the road. You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fuckin blood.
-Just take it to a friendly place that's all.
-This is the valley Vincent. Marsallis ain't got no friendly place.
-Well Jules this ain't my fucking town man. Shit!
-Whatchu doing?
-I'm calling my partner in Taluca Lake.
-Where's Taluca Lake?
-It's just over the hill here, over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmy's ass ain't home I don't know what the fuck we gonna do man because I ain't got no other partners in 818. Jimmy, yo how you doing man, it's Jules. Just listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in some serious fuckin shit man. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours.
- When you came pullin in here, did you notice the sign on the front of my house that said dead nigger storage?
-Jimmy you know I ain't seen no shit...
-Did you notice the sign in the front of my house that said dead nigger storage?
-No. I didn't.
-You know why you didn't see that sign?
-Why
-Cause it ain't there. Cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business. That's why.
- Ok, first thing. You two, take the body, stick it in the trunk. Now Jimmy, this looks to be a pretty domesticated house, that would lead me to believe that in the garage or under the sink you got a bunch of cleaners and clensers and shit like that?
-Yeah yeah Mr. Wolf
-Good. What I need you two fellas to do is take those cleaning products and clean the inside of the car. Im talking fast, fast, fast. We need to go in the back seat, scoop up all those pieces of brain and skull. Get it outta there. Wipe down the upholstry, now when it comes to upholstery it don't need to be spic and span. You don't need to eat off it. Just give it a good, once over. What you need to take care of are the really messy parts. The pools of blood that have collected, you gotta soak that shit up. Now Jimmy, we need to raid your linen closet. I need blankets, I need comforters, I need quilts, I need bedspreads. The thicker the better. The darker the better. No whites, can't use em. We need to camouflage the interior of the car. We're gonna line the front seat and the back seat and the floor boards with quilts and blankets. So if a cop stops us and starts sticking his big snout in the car, the subterfuge won't last, but at a glance the car will appear to be normal. Jimmy, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
-A please would be nice.
-Come again?
-I said a please would be nice.
-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 posses, you better fuckin do it and do it quick. I'm here to help. If my helps not appreciated , lots of luck gentlemen.
-No no no Mr. Wolf. It ain't like that. Your help is definitely appreciated.
-Mr. Wolf, listen. I don't mean disrespect ok, I respect you. I just don't like people barking orders at me, that's all.
-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 fuckin car.
- Perfect, perfect. We couldn't have planned this better. You guys look like... What do they look like Jimmy?
-Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.
-Ha Ha Haaa. Your clothes motherfucker.
-Come on gentlemen. We're laughing our way right into prison. Don't make me beg.
- Now I drive real fuckin fast so keep up.
- Bring out the gimp.
-The gimps sleeping.
-Well I guess you're just have to go wake him up now wont you.
- I'm gonna call a couple of hard pipe hittin niggas to go to work on the hommes here, with a pair of pliars and a blow torch. You hear me talking hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damned sight. I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.
- Zeds dead baby. Zeds dead.(chopper)
- You read the bible Ringo?
-Not regularly, no.
-Well there's this this passage
I got memorized. Exeikial 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 darkness. For he is truly his brothers keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with vengence and furious anger to those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengence upon you. I been sayin that shit for years. And if you heard it, that meant your ass. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was some cold blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this morning that made me think twice. See now I'm thinking, maybe it means you're the evil man and I'm the righteous man, and Mr. 9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. Now I'd like that, but that shit ain't the truth. The truth is, you're the weak, and I am the tyranny of evil men. But I'm trying Ringo, I'm trying real hard, to be the shepherd.
Full Metal Jacket
- God has a hard-on for Marines. Because we kill everything we see.
- You are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human
fucking beings. You are nothing more than unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit.
- You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
- I'm going to give you three seconds, exactly three fucking seconds. To wipe that stupid
looking grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull fuck you!
- Well there's one thing that you won't like Private Snowball. They don't serve fried chicken and watermelon on a daily basis in my mess hall.
- How tall are you private?
-Sir! Five foot nine, sir!
-Five foot nine? I didn't know they stacked shit that high! You tryin' to squeeze an inch in
on me somewhere, huh?
-Sir! No Sir!
-Bullshit. It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your momma's
ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I think you been cheated! Where in the hell are you
from anyway, private?
-Sir! Texas, Sir!
-Holy dog shit! Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy. And
you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down. Do you suck dicks?
-Sir! No Sir!
-Are you a peter puffer?
-Sir! No Sir!
-I'll bet you're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the
goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.
- Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister.
- Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl's name,
because this is the only pussy you people are going to get. Your days of finger-banging ol' Mary Jane
Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece. This weapon of iron
and wood. And you will be faithful!
- Well...No shit!
- Well baby... me so horney... me so horney... me love you, long time... you party?
- How can you shoot women, children?
-Easy, ya just don't lead em so much.
- What is your major malfunction numbnuts?
Independence Day
- In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world and you will be launching the largest airial battle in the history of mankind. Mankind, that word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interest. Perhaps it's fate that today is the fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom. Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution, but from anniahlation. We are fighting for our right to live, to exist. And should we win the day, the fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice, we will not go quietly into the night, we will not vanish without a fight. We are going to live on. We are going to survive. Today we celebrate our Independence Day.
- Lets kick the tires and light the fires big daddy.
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