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"boondock saints is in no way cheesy"

their long lost father coming back, and all three of them reciting the family prayer? that's cheesy as fuck.

12/10/2007 10:47:36 PM

two people i will never respect again

12/10/2007 10:47:58 PM

oh, and william dafoe's character is just fucking stupid.

12/10/2007 10:48:53 PM

Didn't read through the thread yet, but the pre-game speech near the end of Any Given Sunday is powerful.

first thing that pops into my head, i'm sure I could think of more

12/10/2007 10:49:09 PM

stop bitching about boondock saints and move on

this thread had a few good gems in it so far, keep them coming

i support this thread

12/10/2007 10:49:17 PM

^^^you are really fucking retarded

[Edited on December 10, 2007 at 10:49 PM. Reason : .]

12/10/2007 10:49:28 PM

disregard the blasphemy

12/10/2007 10:50:26 PM

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"i will never understand why people like that movie."

12/10/2007 11:00:01 PM

simonn is right about dafoe's character. what trash

pulp fiction:
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.

American Beauty:
My name is Lester Burnham. This is my street. This is my neighborhood. This is my life. I am 42 years old. In less than a year, I will be dead. Of course, I don’t know that yet, and in a way, I’m dead already. Look at me, jerking off in the shower. This will be the highlight of my day. It’s all downhill from here. That’s my wife Carolyn. See the way the handle on those pruning shears match her gardening clogs? That’s not an accident. That’s our neighbor, Jim, and that’s his lover, Jim. Man, I get exhausted just watching her. She wasn’t always like this. She used to be happy. We used to be happy. My daughter, Jane. Only child. Janie’s a pretty typical teenager: angry, insecure, confused. I wish I could tell her that’s all going to pass…but I don’t want to lie to her. Both my wife and daughter think I’m this gigantic loser. And in a way, they’re right. I have lost something. I’m not exactly sure what, but I know I didn’t always feel this…sedated. But you know what? It’s never too late to get it back.

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time... For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars... And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street... Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper... And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird... And Janie... And Janie... And... Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.

Dirty Harry:
I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?

[Edited on December 10, 2007 at 11:13 PM. Reason : .]

12/10/2007 11:10:08 PM

Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no! And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough... the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!


What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer -

12/10/2007 11:27:11 PM