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My near-namesake! Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan.

A much quotable Star Trek movie, but Star Trek: the Undiscovered Country beats it. "You can't have enjoyed Shakespeare, unless you heard it in original Klingon!"

That said, hmmm...

Shabbat Shalom, mother fuckers.
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No way dude, The Hebrew Hammer rules.

Comedy Central kicks ass.

The last time I saw a pair of jugs that big, a pair of hillbillies were blowing on them.
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Speaking of Comedy Gold, that's from the surprisingly funny Little Nicky.

That movie has some brilliant bits. First and foremost is the "meet my little friend" skit.

"They took a part of Scarface and edited your face on it!"
"Damn that Tony Montana"

Other gold ones, from imdb:

Nicky: Popeye's chicken is fuckin' awesome!
Demon: Popeye's chicken is the shiznit!

John: Hey, Nicky, can you tell us what Ozzy's tryin' to say here?
Nicky: Well, Ozzy, was always very straight forward with his message, but wrap your minds around this.
[Pulls out a Chicago album]
Todd: I love Chicago.
[Nicky plays the album backwards -"I command you, in the name of Lucifer, the spill the blood of the innocent..."]
Peter: Wow! Chicago kicks ass!

Scotch, on the rocks...(pause)...AND I MEAN ICE!
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Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

Malkavian, you best be explaining why on earth you just quoted God's Army.

God firgive me, I love Spike Lee.

Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck 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. Fuck 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? Fuck 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 fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' 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. Fuck 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. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes 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! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives 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 fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes 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-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!
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Aaaah, just did an IMDB check. I've heard good things about this. I guess I need to check it out.
 
Malkavian said:
Aaaah, just did an IMDB check. I've heard good things about this. I guess I need to check it out.
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I really, really liked it. I love Brian Cox, and Edward Norton was good as well.
 
Bah! That quote alone is enough to identify the movie beyond a shadow of a doubt. What other movie goes on at such length? It sticks to your mind, the same as the "A pink golfball can take the head of a midget at 300 yards." quote.

Anyway, the movie is 25th Hour.

Now for my quote:
Listen, I don't know what you know that I know, but I do know that you don't know what you think you know.
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Radioland Murders. Which, all things considered, isn't that funny

Why? Why would a nice guy like you wanna kill a genius? You know that the man really likes you. He likes you, he really likes you. He's got something in mind for you. Aren't you curious about that? I'm curious, I'm very curious. You curious ?There's something happening out there, man.
You know something, man, I know something that you don't know. That's right, jack. The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad. Oh yeah. He's dying, I think. He hates all this, he hates it! But ... the man's ... uh ... he reads poetry out loud, alright? ... And a voice! A voice. ... He likes you because you're still alive. He's got plans for you. Nah, nah, I'm not going to help you, you're going to help him, man. You're going to help him. I mean, what are they going to say, man, when he's gone, huh? Because he dies, when it dies, man, when it dies, he dies. What are they going to say about him? What, are they going to say, he was a kind man, he was a wise man, he had plans, he had wisdom? Bullsh-t, man! Am I going to be the one,
that's going to set them straight? Look at me: wrong! ... You!
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