A thread dedicated to only replying with lines from a movie

[Lario]

Of course they brought forth juniper berries, they're juniper bushes!

[cloggypop]

Are you a sponge or a stone?

[Nunavut Patrick]

You can't use up a jew card. That's the whole point, it goes forever.

[KMD7]

You fuck my wife?

[lifetime fan]

Hell yeah.

[Lee909]

By following the rules of the Film Actor's Guild, the world can become a better place; that handles dangerous people with talk, and reasoning; that, is the fag way. One day you'll all look at the world us actors created and say, "wow, good going, fag. You really made the world a better place, didntcha, fag?"

[Lee909]

Let's get one thing straight, actor. I don't trust you. And if you betray us, I'll rip your fucking balls off and stuff them up your ass so that the next time you shit, you'll shit all over your balls, got it?

[Lee909]

Oh there they go. There they go, every time I start talkin 'bout boxing, a white man got to pull Rocky Marciano out their ass. That's their one, that's their one. Rocky Marciano. Rocky Marciano. Let me tell you something once and for all. Rocky Marciano was good, but compared to Joe Louis, Rocky Marciano ain't shit

[Lee909]

"If loving the Lord is wrong, then I don't wanna be right!"

[Lee909]

Oh sir, the Giants of New York took on the Packers of Green Bay. And in the end, the Giants triumphed by kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big "H". It was a most ripping victory.

[Lee909]

'Cause I'm a karate man, see! And a karate man bruises on the inside! They don't show their weakness. But you don't know that because you're a big Barry White looking motherfucker!

[Lee909]

When I was a kid, if we wanted bubbles, we had to fart in the tub.

[KMD7]

Man, you come right out of a comic book

[Lario]

Oh there they go. There they go, every time I start talkin 'bout boxing, a white man got to pull Rocky Marciano out their ass. That's their one, that's their one. Rocky Marciano. Rocky Marciano. Let me tell you something once and for all. Rocky Marciano was good, but compared to Joe Louis, Rocky Marciano ain't shit

 

Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you!

 

Who next?

[Chairman Meow]

Oh there they go. There they go, every time I start talkin 'bout boxing, a white man got to pull Rocky Marciano out their ass. That's their one, that's their one. Rocky Marciano. Rocky Marciano. Let me tell you something once and for all. Rocky Marciano was good, but compared to Joe Louis, Rocky Marciano ain't shit

 

Joe Louis 76 years old. 

[Trumo]

You! My room, 10:30 tonight. You! 10:45...and bring a friend.

[skend04]

Of course it will work. I had a really high fever and your dad fucked me proper hard and I was better in no time. Now lick my cunt.

[Bellflower]

We deal in lead friend.............

[easytoslip]

They're dummies dummy.

[Bjornebye]

 Maybe I don’t give a shit. Maybe I don’t remember the last time I blew my nose either. Who the fuck are you, that I should remember you, huh? What, you think you’re like me? You ain’t like me, motherfucker. You’re a punk. I’ve been with made people, connected people. Who you been with? Chain-snatchin’, jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers. Why don’t you get lost? Go ahead, snatch a purse. Take a fuckin’ walk.

[Lee909]

You want to know who you are? Huh? You want to know who's son you are? You don't, I do, everybody does... you're the son of a thousand fathers, all bastards like you.

[Lee909]

When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk.

[Lee909]

You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.

[Trumo]

For a vegetarian, Rents, you're a fucking evil shot!

[Trumo]

Rory? Yeah, I know Rory. He's not to be underestimated. He's a funny-looking fucker, I know, but you've got to look past the hair and the cute, cuddly thing - it's all a deceptive facade. A few nights ago Rory's Roger iron's busted, so he's gone down the battlecruiser to watch the end of the football game. No one's watching the custard, so he switches the channel over. A fat geezer's north opens, and he wanders up and turns the Liza over. "Now fuck off and watch it somewhere else!" Rory knows claret is imminent, but he doesn't want to miss the end of the game. So, calm as a coma, he picks up a fire extinguisher, walks straight past the jam rolls who are ready for action, and plonks it outside the entrance. He then orders an Aristotle of the most ping-pong tiddly in the nuclear sub and switches back to his footer. "That's fucking it," says the geezer. "That's fucking what?" says Rory. And he gobs out a mouthful of booze covering fatty. He flicks a flaming match into his bird's nest and the geezer's lit up like a leaking gas pipe. Rory, unfazed, turns back to his game. His team's won, too: four–nil.