Fave Movie Quotes~

[Balou]

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out!" Scarface - Half Baked

[Tranquilised]

"You cock-juggling thundercunt!"

Weeds and Blade Trinity.

[cattales1960]

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you, I'm out!" Scarface - Half Baked

Great movie balou. Here is a few more fromt he same movie.

"Say hello to my little Friend"
"Where did you get that scar? From eating pussy?"

[Adamster]

"You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am --Marlon Brando --Movie-- On the Waterfront--1954

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning."--Robert Duvall--- movie --Apocalypse Now --1979

"You can't handle the truth!" ---Jack Nicholson-- movie --A Few Good Men--1992

Hey man..am I driving ok?( Cheech) I think we’re parked man. (Chong) from up in smoke!

[cattales1960]

"You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am --Marlon Brando --Movie-- On the Waterfront--1954

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning."--Robert Duvall--- movie --Apocalypse Now --1979

"You can't handle the truth!" ---Jack Nicholson-- movie --A Few Good Men--1992

Hey man..am I driving ok?( Cheech) I think we’re parked man. (Chong) from up in smoke!

These are great ones. I did the nalpalm one already but spelled it wrong and couldnt remember which war movie it was. Was thinking full metal jacket.

[Adamster]

I copied and pasting this one!!

Cheech and Chong Next movie!!

[after shifting gasoline that has spilt on their clothes, Chong tries to light a joint]
Chong: You got a light, man?
Chong: Huh, oh yeah, here
[hands him a lighter]
Chong: Hey I don't think you better light it in here, man.
Chong: Why?
Cheech: Ah, these gas fumes, man.
Chong: Oh man.
[flicks the lighter]
Cheech: I don't know.
[the inside of the car explodes]

Guys/Girls remember this part ...

[dpgsoulja89]

I copied and pasting this one!!

Cheech and Chong Next movie!!

[after shifting gasoline that has spilt on their clothes, Chong tries to light a joint]
Chong: You got a light, man?
Chong: Huh, oh yeah, here
[hands him a lighter]
Chong: Hey I don't think you better light it in here, man.
Chong: Why?
Cheech: Ah, these gas fumes, man.
Chong: Oh man.
[flicks the lighter]
Cheech: I don't know.
[the inside of the car explodes]

Guys/Girls remember this part ...

haha im watching this now!i love it when chong opens that big bag of buds

[Adamster]

Othere pasting From Next Movie whit Cheech and Chong (one of my Fav parts of the movie)

Cheech: Want me to teach you some Spanish, man?
Chong: Okay.
Cheech: When you see a friend, you say, hey, how's it going, pendejo?
Chong: Hey, how's it going, pendecko?
Cheech: ...yeah, that's close enough.
Chong: What does that mean, man?
Cheech: Oh, it means my really good friend.
Chong: How's it going, pend... Pen... how was that, again?
Cheech: Pendejo.
Chong: Pendecko.

[Adamster]

Forgot about the Best Cheech and Chong Momment / Quote Ever!!

Man, what is in this Sh*t, man?
Mostly Maui Waui man, but it's got some Labrador in it.
What's Labrador?
I had it on the table and the little motherf*cker ate it, man. Then I had to follow him around with a little baggie for three days, man, before I got it back. Really blew the dog's mind, ya know?
You mean we're smokin' dog sh*t, man?

[Rusty Shackleford]

The Big Lebowski

Small town cop throws mug at the Dude whacking him in the face...

"Fucking Fascist""

Same movie

Walter: You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Dude. You don't wanna know about it, believe me. I'll get you a toe by this afternoon--with nail polish.

[Lemming]

Police radio operator to pursuers "The use of unnecessary violence in the apprehension of the Blues Brothers has been approved."

[Boner]

"I'll be back"

I just needed an excuse to point out that Terminator 2 is 21 years old, still looks better than a lot of modern movies in the special effects department.

[Nimrod]

From Pulp Fiction, Captain Koons...

The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

[islandgurl]

laughed all through this thread, great stuff.


Mother reading The Jerk's letter home:

I think next week I'll be able to send more money as I may have extra work. My friend Patty promised me a blow job.

[Nimrod]

Patton...Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country. Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight - wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans traditionally love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war, because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Now, an army is a team - it lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap... Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by god, I actually pity those poor bastards we're goin' up against. By god, I do. We're not just gonna shoot the bastard, we're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel. Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood, shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do. Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're gonna hold onto him by the nose and we're gonna kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose. Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home, and you may thank god for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you: 'What did you do in the Great World War II?', you won't have to say: 'Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana.' All right now, you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel and I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere. That's all.