PiU (samedi) wrote,
PiU
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at the cinema, number iii

[for the third time, an idea borrowed from lilisullivan]

More quotes from movies I like:

"Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!"

"Sometimes, if you don't hide stuff, nobody notices."

"If we talk for too long I'll forget how we started. Next time I see you, I'm not gonna remember this conversation. I don't even know if I've met you before."

"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?"
"Funny enough, I was just talking to my friend about that. Our speedometer has melted and as a result it's very hard to see with any degree of accuracy exactly how fast we were going."

"If memories could be canned, would they also have expiry dates?"

"I've been such a fool, Vassili. Man will always be man. There is no new man. We worked so hard to create a society that was equal, where there'd be nothing to envy your neighbour. But there's always something to envy. A smile, a friendship, something you don't have and want to appropriate. In this world, even a Soviet one, there will always be rich and poor. Rich in gifts, poor in gifts. Rich in love, poor in love."

"I always confuse Monet and Manet. Now which one married his mistress?"
"Monet"
"Right, and then Manet had syphilis."
"They also painted occasionally."

"I can't believe what a bunch of nerds we are. We're looking up "money laundering" in the dictionary."

"We didn't believe your story, Mrs. O'Shaughnessy, we believed your 200 dollars. I mean you paid us more than if you had been telling us the truth, and enough more to make it alright."

"Rory? Yeah I know Rory. He's not to be underestimated, you've got to look past the hair and the cute, cuddly thing - it's all a deceptive facade. A few nights ago Rory's Roger iron's rusted, so he's gone to the local battle-cruiser to catch the end of his footer. Nobody is watching the custard so he turns the channel over. A fat man's north opens and he wanders over and turns the Liza over. 'Now fuck off and watch it somewhere else.' Rory knows claret is imminent, but he doesn't want to miss the end of the game; so, calm as a coma, he stands and picks up a fire extinguisher and he walks straight past the jam rolls who are ready for action, then he plonks it outside the entrance. He then orders an Aristotle of the most ping pong tiddly in the nuclear sub and switches back to his footer. 'That's fucking it,' says the guy. 'That's fucking what' says Rory. Rory gobs out a mouthful of booze covering fatty; he then flicks a flaming match into his bird's nest and the man's lit up like a leaky gas pipe. Rory, unfazed, turned back to his game. His team's won too. Four-nil."

"See? Billy Idol gets it!"
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