Frank Booth: What kind of beer you drink, neighbor?
Jeffrey Beaumont: Heineken
Frank Booth: Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
I don't know why, but I love that bit of dialogue.
Frank Booth: What kind of beer you drink, neighbor?
Jeffrey Beaumont: Heineken
Frank Booth: Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
Kharn said:True, but PTA often suffers from bad picks for his actors when it comes to dialogue-reading. I dunno, his actors fit their roles perfect, in films like Boogie Nights, but somehow they never deliver lines as to make them "classics", like Bogey could
Brigid O'Shaughnessy: I haven't lived a good life. I've been bad, worse than you could know.
Sam Spade: You know, that's good, because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere
Sam Spade: I hope they don't hang you, precious, by that sweet neck. Yes, angel, I'm gonna send you over. The chances are you'll get off with life. That means if you're a good girl, you'll be out in 20 years. I'll be waiting for you. If they hang you, I'll always remember you.
Nada, They Live: I am here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I'm all out of bubble gum
There can be only one!
Duke: The lights are growing dim Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am.
Otto: That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me.
Duke: Yeah, but it still hurts.
Bud: Credit is a sacred trust, it's what our free society is founded on. Do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? I said, do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia?
Otto: They don't pay bills in Russia, it's all free.
Bud: All free? Free my ass. What are you, a fuckin' commie? Huh?
Otto: No, I ain't no commie.
Bud: Well, you better not be. I don't want no commies in my car. No Christians either.
Bud: Wanna make ten bucks?
Otto: Fuck you, queer.
Leila: I'd torture someone in a second if it was up to me.
Leila: What about our relationship?
Otto: What?
Leila: Our relationship!
Otto: Fuck that!
Leila: You SHITHEAD! I'm glad I tortured you!
Miller: A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness.
Otto: You eat a lot of acid, Miller, back in the hippie days?
Miller: I'll give you another instance: you know how everybody's into weirdness right now?...
Leila: What if he's innocent?
Agent Rogersz: No one is innocent.
Leila: Thanks for the ride.
Otto: Sure. Ummm, I don't know, what do you think? Ah.. want to go out with me again sometime?
Leila: I don't know. I'm going to be kind of busy with work, the Malibu and everything.
Otto: Hey great. Terrific. Here's your shit.
Leila: What's your problem? I mean girls might like you if you lightened up a little bit.
Otto: Fuck that. Girls pay to go out with me, all right?
Leila: ................You wanna get back in the car?
Otto: What, here?
Leila: .......Yeah.
Leila: Otto. Otto stop. You said you had something to tell me.
Leila: Otto? Otto!
Otto: Huh?
Leila: What did you want to tell me?
Otto: Oh, yeah. Take off your clothes.
Leila: I'm at work, Otto!
Otto: Oh yeah? Me too.
Leila: Your work is different than mine.
Otto: Says who?
*Otto takes down his pants*
Leila: What are you doing? Don't do that!
Otto: Well the least you could do is give me a blow job.
Mr. Brown: O.K., let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?
Mr. White: A lot.
Mr. Brown: Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the Great Escape, he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a virgin."
Mr. Pink: I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips, that's fucked up. That ain't my fault. It would seem to me that waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Look, if you ask me to sign something that says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it, put it to a vote, I'll vote for it, but what I won't do is play ball. And as for this non-college bullshit I got two words for that: learn to fuckin' type, 'cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent you're in for a big fuckin' surprise.
Nice Guy Eddie: C'mon, throw in a buck!
Mr. Pink: Uh-uh, I don't tip.
Nice Guy Eddie: You don't tip?
Mr. Pink: Nah, I don't believe in it.
Nice Guy Eddie: You don't believe in tipping?
Mr. Blue: You know what these chicks make? They make shit.
Mr. Pink: Don't give me that. She don't make enough money that she can quit.
Nice Guy Eddie: I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don't ever tip?
Mr. Pink: I don't tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I'll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doing their job.
Mr. Blue: Hey, our girl was nice.
Mr. Pink: She was okay. She wasn't anything special.
Mr. Blue: What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?
Nice Guy Eddie: I'd go over twelve percent for that.
Mr. Pink: How about if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me, I'll be Mr. Purple.
Joe: You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!
Mr. White: Who cares what your name is?
Mr. Pink: Yeah that's easy for you to say, you're Mr. White, you have a cool sounding name. All right look if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, do you wanna trade?
Ricky Slade: Some info for tonight would be apreciated
Bell hop: Women?
Ricky Slade: Yeah women; if i were a fag i could get laid on the subway.
calculon000 said:That movie does have some pretty awesome quotes.
ferdinand said:Yeah, but as a whole, the movie sucked, I don't know what Tarantino was doing while he made that. That said, Kill Bill 2 and Pulp are awesome.
frissy said:If you are referring to Reservoir dogs...well I think that movie was good. Pulp fiction is awesome, but as for Kill Bill´s... I personally think they are quite shite.
ferdinand said:'Armageddon Now'