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Posted on 3/26/15 at 9:28 pm to BugAC
Harry Dean Stanton - "Paris, Texas" (Ry Cooder on guitar)
"I knew these people. These two people. They were in love with each other. The girl was very young, about 17 or 18, I guess. And the guy was quite a bit older. He was kind of raggedy and wild. And she was very beautiful, you know...And together they turned everything into a kind of adventure. And she liked that. Just an ordinary trip down to the grocery store was full of adventure. They were always laughing at stupid things. He liked to make her laugh, and they didn't much care for anything else because all they wanted to do was be with each other. They were always together...Yes, they were, they were real happy. And he, he loved her more than he ever felt possible. He couldn't stand being away from her during the day when he went to work. So he'd quit, just to be home with her. Then he'd get another job when the money ran out, and then he'd quit again. But pretty soon, she started to worry...Money, I guess. Not having enough. Not knowing when the next check was coming in. So he started to get kind of torn inside...Well, he knew he had to work to support her, but he couldn't stand being away from her either...And the more he was away from her, the crazier he got, except now, he got really crazy. He started imagining all kinds of things. He started thinking that she was seeing other men on the sly. He'd come home from work and accuse her of spending the day with somebody else. He'd yell at her and break things in the trailer...Yes, they lived in a trailer home...
Anyway, he started to drink real bad, and he'd stay out late to test her...to see if she'd get jealous. He wanted her to get jealous, but she didn't. She just worried about him but that got him even madder...because he thought if she never got jealous about him, that she didn't really care about him. Jealousy was a sign of her love for him. And then one night, one night, she told him that she was pregnant. She was about three or four months pregnant. And he didn't even know, and then suddenly everything changed. He stopped drinking and got a steady job. He was convinced that she loved him now, because she was carrying his child. And he was going to dedicate himself to making a home for her. But a funny thing started to happen...He didn't even notice it at first. She started to change. From the day the baby was born, she began to get irritated with everything around her. She got mad at everything. Even the baby seemed to be an injustice to her. He kept trying to make everything all right for her. Buy her things. Take her out to dinner once a week. But nothing seemed to satisfy her. For two years, he struggled to pull them back together like they were when they first met, but finally he knew that it was never gonna work out. So he hit the bottle again. But this time it got mean. This time, when he came home late at night, she wasn't worried about him, or jealous, she was just enraged. She accused him of holding her captive by making her have a baby. She told him that she dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about: escape. She saw herself at night running naked down a highway, running across fields, running down riverbeds, always running. And always, just when she was about to get away, he'd be there. He would stop her somehow. He would just appear and stop her.
And when she told him these dreams, he believed them. He knew she had to be stopped or she'd leave him forever. So he tied a cow bell to her ankle so he could hear her at night if she tried to get out of bed. But she learned how to muffle the bell by stuffing a sock into it, and inching her way out of the bed and into the night. He caught her one night when the sock fell out and he heard her trying to run to the highway. He caught her and dragged her back to the trailer, and tied her to the stove with his belt. He just left her there and went back to bed and lay there listening to her scream. Then he listened to his son scream, and he was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was sleep.
And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language, or streets. And he dreamed about this place without knowing its name. And when he woke up, he was on fire. There were blue flames burning the sheets of his bed. He ran through the flames toward the only two people he loved, but they were gone. His arms were burning, and he threw himself outside and rolled on the wet ground. Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn't run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."
"I knew these people. These two people. They were in love with each other. The girl was very young, about 17 or 18, I guess. And the guy was quite a bit older. He was kind of raggedy and wild. And she was very beautiful, you know...And together they turned everything into a kind of adventure. And she liked that. Just an ordinary trip down to the grocery store was full of adventure. They were always laughing at stupid things. He liked to make her laugh, and they didn't much care for anything else because all they wanted to do was be with each other. They were always together...Yes, they were, they were real happy. And he, he loved her more than he ever felt possible. He couldn't stand being away from her during the day when he went to work. So he'd quit, just to be home with her. Then he'd get another job when the money ran out, and then he'd quit again. But pretty soon, she started to worry...Money, I guess. Not having enough. Not knowing when the next check was coming in. So he started to get kind of torn inside...Well, he knew he had to work to support her, but he couldn't stand being away from her either...And the more he was away from her, the crazier he got, except now, he got really crazy. He started imagining all kinds of things. He started thinking that she was seeing other men on the sly. He'd come home from work and accuse her of spending the day with somebody else. He'd yell at her and break things in the trailer...Yes, they lived in a trailer home...
Anyway, he started to drink real bad, and he'd stay out late to test her...to see if she'd get jealous. He wanted her to get jealous, but she didn't. She just worried about him but that got him even madder...because he thought if she never got jealous about him, that she didn't really care about him. Jealousy was a sign of her love for him. And then one night, one night, she told him that she was pregnant. She was about three or four months pregnant. And he didn't even know, and then suddenly everything changed. He stopped drinking and got a steady job. He was convinced that she loved him now, because she was carrying his child. And he was going to dedicate himself to making a home for her. But a funny thing started to happen...He didn't even notice it at first. She started to change. From the day the baby was born, she began to get irritated with everything around her. She got mad at everything. Even the baby seemed to be an injustice to her. He kept trying to make everything all right for her. Buy her things. Take her out to dinner once a week. But nothing seemed to satisfy her. For two years, he struggled to pull them back together like they were when they first met, but finally he knew that it was never gonna work out. So he hit the bottle again. But this time it got mean. This time, when he came home late at night, she wasn't worried about him, or jealous, she was just enraged. She accused him of holding her captive by making her have a baby. She told him that she dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about: escape. She saw herself at night running naked down a highway, running across fields, running down riverbeds, always running. And always, just when she was about to get away, he'd be there. He would stop her somehow. He would just appear and stop her.
And when she told him these dreams, he believed them. He knew she had to be stopped or she'd leave him forever. So he tied a cow bell to her ankle so he could hear her at night if she tried to get out of bed. But she learned how to muffle the bell by stuffing a sock into it, and inching her way out of the bed and into the night. He caught her one night when the sock fell out and he heard her trying to run to the highway. He caught her and dragged her back to the trailer, and tied her to the stove with his belt. He just left her there and went back to bed and lay there listening to her scream. Then he listened to his son scream, and he was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was sleep.
And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language, or streets. And he dreamed about this place without knowing its name. And when he woke up, he was on fire. There were blue flames burning the sheets of his bed. He ran through the flames toward the only two people he loved, but they were gone. His arms were burning, and he threw himself outside and rolled on the wet ground. Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn't run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."
Posted on 3/26/15 at 9:33 pm to BugAC
There is only one answer to this question:
"I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor....."
"I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor....."
Posted on 3/26/15 at 9:35 pm to BugAC
Braveheart battle speech
Posted on 3/26/15 at 9:39 pm to Speedy G
quote:
Charlie Chaplin - The Great Dictator (1940)
tGOAT speech
Posted on 3/26/15 at 10:06 pm to BugAC
quote:
: We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an a-hole. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fricked by dicks. But dicks also frick assholes: assholes that just want to shite on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can frick an a-hole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they frick too much or frick when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of shite that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from arse holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us frick this a-hole, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shite!
Posted on 3/26/15 at 10:09 pm to MasCervezas
3 words
Prince Henry Stout
Prince Henry Stout
Posted on 3/26/15 at 10:14 pm to BugAC
The park bench scene in Goodwill Hunting by a lot.
This post was edited on 3/26/15 at 10:15 pm
Posted on 3/26/15 at 11:40 pm to BugAC
Robert Blake - "In Cold a Blood"
Perry: It doesn't make sense. I mean what happened. It had nothing to do with the Clutters. They never hurt me. They just happened to be there. I thought Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman... I thought so right up to the time I cut his throat.
Perry: It doesn't make sense. I mean what happened. It had nothing to do with the Clutters. They never hurt me. They just happened to be there. I thought Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman... I thought so right up to the time I cut his throat.
Posted on 3/27/15 at 9:01 am to BugAC
quote:
Who are you carrying all those bricks for?
God?
Is that it?
God?
I'll tell you...
...let me give you
a little inside information about God.
God likes to watch.
He's a prankster.
Think about it.
He gives man...
...instincts.
He gives you this extraordinary gift,
and then what does He do?
I swear, for his own amusement...
...his own private, cosmic...
...gag reel...
...He sets the rules in opposition.
It's the goof of all time.
Look, but don't touch.
Touch, but don't taste.
Taste, but don't swallow.
And while you're jumping from one foot
to the next, what is He doing?
He's laughing his sick, fricking arse off!
He's a tightass!
He's a sadist!
He's an absentee landlord!
Worship that? Never!
"Better to reign in Hell
than serve in Heaven," is that it?
Why not?
I'm here on the ground with my nose in it
since the whole thing began!
I've nurtured every sensation
man has been inspired to have!
I cared about what he wanted
and I never judged him!
Why? Because I never rejected him,
in spite of all his imperfections!
I'm a fan of man!
I'm a humanist.
Maybe the last humanist.
Posted on 3/27/15 at 9:29 am to MadMaxwell
quote:
Charlie Chaplin - The Great Dictator (1940)
The fact that it took until page 3 for someone to post the correct answer brings great shame upon this board.
Not really. We're not a bunch of 80 year olds, though I did see it ranked as the first among a list of best speeches.
Posted on 3/27/15 at 9:32 am to MasCervezas
quote:quote:
: We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an a-hole. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fricked by dicks. But dicks also frick assholes: assholes that just want to shite on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can frick an a-hole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they frick too much or frick when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of shite that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from arse holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us frick this a-hole, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shite!
Posted on 3/27/15 at 10:50 am to Coach72
quote:
Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshite you, all right? I don't give a good frick what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get.
[He removes his razor]
You ever listen to K-Billy's "Super Sounds of the Seventies" weekend? It's my personal favorite.
also
quote:
Bartleby: The humans have besmirched everything bestowed on them. They were given Paradise, they threw it away. They were given this planet, they destroyed it. They were favored best among all His endeavors, and some of them don't even believe He exists. And in spite of it all, He's shown them infinite fricking patience at every turn. What about us? I asked you... once to lay down the sword because I felt sorry for them. What was the result? Our expulsion from Paradise. WHERE WAS HIS INFINITE frickING PATIENCE THEN? IT'S NOT RIGHT, IT'S NOT FAIR. We've paid our debt. Don't you think it's time? Don't you think its time we went home? and to do that, I think we have to dispatch of our would-be dispatchers.
Posted on 3/27/15 at 11:23 am to Coach72
quote:
Coach72
quote:I came back in this thread to post the waters speech.
A River Runs Through It
Posted on 3/27/15 at 11:46 am to BugAC
In Bruges:
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang:
quote:
Ray: Isn't that always the way? One instance of me stealing five grams of very-high-quality cocaine and one instance of me blinding a poofy little skinhead. So, all-in-all my evening pretty much balanced out fine.
Ken: You got five grams of coke?
Ray: I've got four grams on me and one gram in me which is why me heart is going like the clappers, as is I'm about to have a heart attack. So if I collapse any minute now please remember to tell the doctors that it might have something to do with the coke.
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang:
quote:
Harry: What is it out here with these women?
Harmony: Oh please, Harry, they're no different from anywhere else.
Harry: Yes, they are. These are damaged goods, every one of them, from way back. I'm telling you, you take a guy who sleeps with 100 women a year, go into his childhood - dollars to doughnuts, it's relatively unspectacular...
Harry: [putting a cigarette in his mouth] ... Now, you take one of these... gals, who sleeps with 100 guys a year, and I *bet* you if you look in their childhood, there's something rotten in Denver.
Harmony: Denmark.
Harry: [closing his cigarette lighter] That too! But it's abandonment, it's abuse, it's, "My uncle put his ping-ping in my papa!"... and then they all come out here!
Harry: [continuing] I mean, it's literally like someone took America by the East Coast and *shook* it, and all the normal girls managed to hang on.
Harmony: OK, everyone who hates Harry raise your hand!
[all the girls in the club raise their hands]
Perry: See that? Obedient little bitches too.
[girl screams "frick you!" and throws a glass, which he dodges]
quote:
Perry: [to the audience] Thanks for coming, please stay for the end credits, if you're wondering who the best boy is, it's somebody's nephew, um, don't forget to validate your parking, and to all you good people in the Midwest, sorry we said frick so much.
Posted on 3/27/15 at 11:57 am to BugAC
Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
Posted on 3/27/15 at 12:20 pm to BugAC
"I guess this is just another lost cause Mr. Paine. All you people don't know about lost causes. Mr. Paine does. He said once they were the only causes worth fighting for and he fought for them once. For the only reason any man ever fights for them. Because of just one plain simple rule. Love thy neighbor. And in this world today of great hatred a man who knows that rule has a great trust. You know that rule Mr. Paine and I loved you for it just as my father did. And you know that you fight harder for the lost causes than for any others. Yes you'd even die for them. Like a man we both knew Mr. Paine. You think I'm licked. You all think I'm licked. Well I'm not licked. And I'm gonna stay right here and fight for this lost cause. Even if this room gets filled with lies like these. And the Taylors and all their armies come marching into this place. Somebody will listen to me. [he collapses]"
Jefferson Smith, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
Jefferson Smith, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
This post was edited on 3/27/15 at 12:26 pm
Posted on 3/27/15 at 1:01 pm to udtiger
Speech from Accepted
quote:
Bartleby Gaines: You know what? You're a criminal. 'Cause you rob these kids of their creativity and their passion. That's the real crime! Well, what about you parents? Did -did the system really work out for you? Did it teach you to follow your heart, or to just play it safe, roll over? What about you guys? Did you always want to be school administrators? Dr. Alexander, was that your dream? Or maybe no, maybe you wanted to be a poet. Maybe you wanted to be a magician or an artist. Maybe you just wanted to travel the world. Look, I - I lied to you. I lied to all of you, and I'm sorry. Dad, especially to you. But out of that desperation, something happened that was so amazing. Life was full of possibilities, and isn't that what you ultimately want for us? As parents, I mean, is - is that, is possibilities. Well, we came here today to ask for your approval, and something just occurred to me: I don't give a shite. Who cares about your approval? We don't need your approval to tell us that what we did was real. 'Cause there are so few truths in this world, that when you see one, you just know it. And I know that it is a truth that real learning took place at South Harmon. Whether you like it or not, it did. 'Cause you don't need teachers or classrooms or - or fancy highbrow traditions or money to really learn. You just need people with a desire to better themselves, and we got that by the shite-load at South Harmon. So you can go ahead, sign your forms, reject us and shoot us down, and do whatever you gotta do. It doesn't really matter at this point, because we'll never stop learning, and we'll never stop growing, and we'll never forget the ideals what were instilled in us at our place, 'cause we are shite heads now, and we'll be shite heads forever and nothing you say can do or stamp can take that away from us, so GO!
Posted on 3/27/15 at 1:16 pm to HottyToddy7
It's easy to grin
When your ship comes in
And you've got the stock market beat.
But the man worthwhile,
Is the man who can smile,
When his shorts aren't too tight in the seat.
When your ship comes in
And you've got the stock market beat.
But the man worthwhile,
Is the man who can smile,
When his shorts aren't too tight in the seat.
Posted on 3/27/15 at 1:22 pm to HottyToddy7
Unforgiven has some good quotes at the end, maybe not a real speech.
MUNNY
Who's the fella that owns this shithole? You. (Motions towards FATTY)
Fat man, speak up.
SKINNY
Uh, I own this establisment. Bought it from Greely for a thousand dollars.
MUNNY
(Motions to crowd around SKINNY)
MUNNY
You'd better clear out of there
(Aims rifle at SKINNY)
GROUP
Yes sir
(They all move away)
LITTLE BILL
Just hold it right there. Hold it.
(MUNNY shoots SKINNY, killing him instantly)
LITTLE BILL
Well, sir, you are a cowardly son of a bitch. You just shot an un-armed man.
MUNNY
Well, he should have armed himself if he was going to decorate his saloon with my friend.
LITTLE BILL
You'd be William Munny out of Missouri. Killer of women and children.
MUNNY
That's right. I've killed just about anything that walked or crawled at one time or another,
and I'm here to kill you, Little Bill, for what you did to Ned.
MUNNY
Who's the fella that owns this shithole? You. (Motions towards FATTY)
Fat man, speak up.
SKINNY
Uh, I own this establisment. Bought it from Greely for a thousand dollars.
MUNNY
(Motions to crowd around SKINNY)
MUNNY
You'd better clear out of there
(Aims rifle at SKINNY)
GROUP
Yes sir
(They all move away)
LITTLE BILL
Just hold it right there. Hold it.
(MUNNY shoots SKINNY, killing him instantly)
LITTLE BILL
Well, sir, you are a cowardly son of a bitch. You just shot an un-armed man.
MUNNY
Well, he should have armed himself if he was going to decorate his saloon with my friend.
LITTLE BILL
You'd be William Munny out of Missouri. Killer of women and children.
MUNNY
That's right. I've killed just about anything that walked or crawled at one time or another,
and I'm here to kill you, Little Bill, for what you did to Ned.
This post was edited on 3/27/15 at 1:48 pm
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