Guess The Movie Qoutes

Yeah, * you, too. * me? * you, * you and this whole city and everyone in it. * the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. * the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car - get a * job! * the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores stinking up my day. Terrorists in * training. SLOW THE * DOWN! * 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. * 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? * 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 * came from! * the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! * the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother *, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron * to jail for * LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that *? Give me a * break! Tyco! Worldcom! * the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst *' 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. * 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." * the Upper East Side wives with their Hermès 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! * 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 * on! * the corrupt cops with their *-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! * the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. * the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, * J.C.! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in *, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in *' Otisville, J.! * Osama Bin Laden, al-Qaeda, and backward-* cave-dwelling fundamentalist * 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 *. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish *! * Jacob Elinsky. Whining malcontent. * Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's *. * Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, * *. * my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, and cheering the Bronx Bombers. * 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 * ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place....

... No. No, * you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb *!

 

Nick Griffin.
Or a drunk Hitler

 

Close...

 

Platoon.

 

"I'm proud of this film, because if I drop dead tonight, then I live on. I make no bones about it, I really was... a horrible, violent, nasty man. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed of it either... See you at the Oscars."

I gave you * magic in there!
Magic? You just * on a gypsy in the middle of * nowhere.

 

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning."


"One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don't know."

 

From one of the greatest actors of all time


"My mother thanks you. My father thanks you. My sister thanks you. And I thank you."


And this from, in my opinion one of the greatest films of all time

""What do you hear? What do you say?"."

 

25th hour

 

National Lampoons loaded weapon. Love that film, Samuel Jackson trying to shoot people is hilarious

 

See if you can guess what I am now?

 

Is the second one James Cagney? Angels with dirty faces

 

Close! Same actor, similar monologue, but different movie!

 

Just watch me, its so simple you sissy marys! Gimme the playback. Watch. Me. Faggots.

 

Pull over pull over ... No its a cardagon but thanks for noticing

 

Study high, take the test high, get high scores!

 

dumb and dumber

 

Correct

Funniest film ever IMO

 

National lampoons loaded weapon....class movie

 

Favor gonna kill you faster than a bullet