Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell us about God? You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, in all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that could happen. We don't need him. F*ck damnation man, f*ck redemption. We are God's unwanted children - so be it.

I love the smell of napalm in the morning... Full metal Jacket... I just used it somewhere else, but wanted to share it.

Hold a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains.

We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.... Fight Club

Tyler: What did you study Raymond
Raymond: Stuuuuufffff
Tyler: Stuff, huh were the mid terms hard?

It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.

I'll make'em an offer they can't refuse

Blues Brothers

excellant

Say Anything!! it has to be Lloyd's plans for the future. A masterpiece:

JIM
Yeah Lloyd. What are your plans for the future?

LLOYD
Spend as much time as possible with Diane before she leaves.

JIM
Seriously, Lloyd.

LLOYD
I'm totally and completely serious.

JIM
No, really.

LLOYD
You mean like career? Uh, I don't know. I've, I've thought about this quite a bit sir, and I'd have to say considering what's waiting out there for me, I don't want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or... process anything sold, bought or processed, or repair anything sold, bought or processed, you know, as a career I don't want to do that. So, uh, my father's in the army, he wants me to join, but I can't work for that corporation, so what I've been doing lately is kickboxing, which is really a, uh, new sport, but I think it's got a good future. As far as career longevity goes, I don't really know, because, you know, you can't really tell. Your training sticks as a fighter, you know, but it's no good, you know, you have to be great, but I can't really tell if I'm great until I've had a couple of pro fights. But I haven't been knocked out yet. I don't know, I can't figure it all out tonight sir, I'm going to hang with your daughter.

"He don't know me very well - do he? ..." - Bugs Bunny

"Ah say, Ah say, that's a JOKE son!!" - Foghorn Leghorn

Waiting to exhale.....

"Friends are the people who let you be yourself... and never let you forget it."

The condom is the glass slipper of our generation.

Splash - John Candy (Freddie) and Tom Hanks (Allen)
and Mrs. Stimler....

Freddie: What you looking at? You never seen a guy who slept with a fish before?

Stan, the Tour Guide: The Statue is a gift from French citizens and has come to symbolize hope for naked women everywhere... BOCCE BALLS.

Allen: Freddie, the woman learned how to speak English in a single afternoon.
Freddie: She could probably speak English already. I think she was in shock from bein' arrested y'know?
Allen: Well now, what about that, huh? What about a woman showing up naked in a public place, Freddie?
Freddie: Well I'm for it, of course.

Claude: Hey, Mr. Cornbeef?
Walter Kornbluth: Kornbluth!
Claude: Watcha lookin' for down there? Buried treasure?
Walter Kornbluth: Wanna know what I'm looking for? Boys? I'll tell ya. NONE OF YOUR GODDAMNED BUSINESS! THATS'S WHAT I'M LOOKIN FOR! Get outta my way!

Freddie: Allen. You all right?
Allen: Yeah. Get me outta here.
Freddie: Is anyone here from Penthouse Magazine?
Reporters: No
Freddie: Then we aint talkin.

Mrs Stimler: Oh Mr. Bauer, you had a million messages. I wrote them down right here. You got calls from CBS, NBC, ABC, AP, UPI, Ted Turner, Time, Newsweek, Marineland, Ripley's Believe it or Not, and Mrs. Paul.

Allen: Are there any messages?
Mrs Stimler: Oh, yes.
[goes back to typing]
Allen: [pause] And they are?
Mrs Stimler: Oh, you're father called, he wants you to call him back.
Allen: [pauses] Um, my father passed away several years ago.
Mrs Stimler: [confused look] Shall I ring him for you?
Allen: No, thanks.

Freddie: [Allen is passed out and laying on the bar in a snack bowl] You see, drinking is a matter of algebraic ratio. How drunk you get is caused by the amount of alcohol you consume in relation to your total body weight. You see my point? It's not that you had too much to drink. You're just too skinny.
[Allen remains comatose]
Freddie: Bartender! Another round for my friend and I here!
Allen: No, no, Freddie. I don't want to get drunk!
Freddie: But you *are* drunk. You see, a sober person would have reached for the pretzels.
Bartender: Is he gonna' be up there all day?
Freddie: I don't know.
Allen: [coming to] Ohhhh... I'm on the bar!
Freddie: Oh, you're on the bar. Here, let me help you down.
[Allen slips and falls to the floor]
Freddie: Uh-oh, you fell.

Allen: Madison, if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down! All right, that's it!
[busts the door open to see Madison laying on the bathroom floor]
Allen: Why wouldn't you let me in?
Madison: I was... shy.
Allen: You were shy? After the cab, and the elevator, and on top of the refrigerator, you were shy?
Madison: I was shy.
Allen: [to himself] She was shy.

1.Ferris Bueller: A person should not believe in an "-ism," he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, "I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me."

2.John Bender: You're a neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie. What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?
----- The Breakfast Club

3.Shang Tsung: Finish him! Mortal Combat

4.Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi: Remember, the force will be with you, always.

Pulp Fiction

Jules: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the s**t hid?
Marvin: It's over there.
Jules: I don't remember askin' you a Godd**n thing! You were saying?
Roger: It's in the cupboard. No, no, the one by your knees.
Jules: We happy? Vincent! We happy?
Vincent: Yeah, yeah, we happy.
Brett: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got your name, Vincent, right? But I didn't get...
Jules: My name's Pith. And your a$$ ain't talkin' your way out of this s**t.
Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so f***ed up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...
Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished. Well then, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country are you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of. They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: English, motherf***er, do you speak it?
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'!
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What?
Jules: Say what again. Say what again, motherf***er, say what one more Godd**n time!

Snatch

Brick Top: Listen, you ****ing fringe, if I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I'm walking, and I'll cut your ****ing Jacobs off.

Turkish: **** me, hold tight. What's that?
Tommy: It's me belt, Turkish.
Turkish: No, Tommy. There's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers?
Tommy: It's for protection.
Turkish: Protection from what? "Zee Germans"?

"Where did you go psycho boy?"
"I wanted to destoy something beautiful"

from blazing saddles: bart: a man drink like that and don't eat is going to die.......waco kid: yea?...when?

You know man it could be worse - a woman could cut off your penis and toss it out the window of a moving car.