Najlepszy cytat z filmu
Napisano 13 grudzień 2009 - 22:37
Użytkownik Shagohad edytował ten post 13 grudzień 2009 - 22:41
Napisano 01 listopad 2013 - 00:05
Jest taki kijowy amatorski, krótkometrażowy zombie flick Noc żywych żydów. Ogólnie szkoda czasu, ale jedna scena niszczy, kiedy rodzinka je kolacje i do chatki dobijają się zombiaki. Głowa rodziny idzie do okna sprawdzić co to za hałasy - i tu z przerażeniem mówi do rodzinki:
- Na zewnątrz są Żydzi! Żydzi zombie! (na co żonka odpowiada)
- To może dowiedzmy się czego chcą? (badum tss)
Użytkownik Butt edytował ten post 01 listopad 2013 - 00:06
Napisano 01 listopad 2013 - 09:47
Well, fuck you, too.
fuck this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants.
Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil.
And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
to tak na świeżo, bo wczoraj było w telewizorni.
Napisano 01 listopad 2013 - 10:52
Napisano 05 listopad 2013 - 12:56
I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Clerks 1 i 2 - te filmy skladaja sie z samych swietnych cytatow..
Napisano 01 styczeń 2014 - 08:20
Twoja matka była (pipi) warta - Peter Boyle, Monsters Ball.
Napisano 01 styczeń 2014 - 18:07
Po jakie gówno żeś to auto kupował? - Dziadek, Wesele.
Użytkownik Butt edytował ten post 01 styczeń 2014 - 18:12
Napisano 02 styczeń 2014 - 19:37
Januszewska się spiła, striptiz robi! Oba cycki na wierzchu! - uczestnik Wesela, Wesele
Napisano 02 styczeń 2014 - 19:41
Użytkownik _Milan_ edytował ten post 02 styczeń 2014 - 19:42
Napisano 06 styczeń 2014 - 01:14
Gdzie jest mój słoń?! - Kham z The Protector
Duck, you sucker! - John z Duck, you sucker!
Are you interested in films, by any chance? I like really old films. You can really see what the world looked like, thirty, fifty, a hundred years ago. You know the clothes, the telephones, the trains, the way people smoked cigarettes, the little details of life. The best films are like dreams you're never sure you've really had. I have this image in my head of a room full of sand. And a bird flies towards me, and dips its wing into the sand. And I honestly have no idea whether this image came from a dream, or a film. Sometimes I like it in films when people just sit there, not saying anything. - postać Tildy Swinton z The Limits of Control
Napisano 07 styczeń 2014 - 22:16
Co? Gdzie? Drzwi pod prądem! Co? Podkop? Lampa w podłodze! Wszystko to popiep.rzone!
Użytkownik _Milan_ edytował ten post 07 styczeń 2014 - 22:16
Napisano 07 styczeń 2014 - 22:41
Olo: Wczoraj mówiłeś, że masz.
Stopczyk: Olo, ty się, ku.rwa, ode mnie odp.ierdol!
Napisano 11 styczeń 2014 - 11:54
Woda? Nie tykam tego, ryby się w niej pier*olą - Reggie Thistleton (serial "Archer")