Best film speech ever.

[Baldi]

Kevin Costners Jim Garrison interviewing Tommy Lee Jone's Clay Shaw in JFK was pretty good, when he asks him if he was agent for the CIA and he answers "and if I were do you think I would be talking to a man like you" chilling.

[Moschops II]

"A lot of people don't realise what's really going on. They view life as a bunch of unconnected incidents. They don't realise that there's this, like, lattice of coincidence that lays on top of everything. Give you an example – show you what I mean. Suppose you're thinkin' about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate... or shrimp... or plate of shrimp. Out of the blue. No explanation. No point lookin' for one, either."

[Guest TK-421]

I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your Senior Drill Instructor. From now on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir!" Do you maggots understand that? etc etc

 

And all the rest of his rants, but especially the opening scene.

[Anny Road]

Steve Martin The Jerk When he's just got the job in the gas station and is told it comes with a room.

Navin Like it? I love it! This is fabulous! I mean, you've got the toilet here! This must be the kitchen! (he looks in the stall) No. You know what I could do is take this wall and just turn it this way so I've a much larger living space plus, it will create a flow into the main living area. It will be incredible. No, no, I'll just elevate this about 6 inches, create the illusion of two rooms and yet still have that flow. And I could take bookshelves and put it here, no, I'll put the books right over here, that way I could be relaxing over here, the customers could come in, use the urinals, I won't disturb them, they won't disturb me, it...

Harry Take it easy, it's not here. It's in here.

Navin Oh. I couldn't afford this anyway.

[Spy Bee]

Women! What could you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genious. They say the hair is everything. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips. And when they touched yours were like the first swallow of wine after you just crossed the desert. Tits! Hoo-ahh! Big ones, little ones. Nipples, starin' right out at you. Like secret searchlights. Legs. I don't care if they're greek columns or secondhand Steinways, what's between 'em -- passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr. Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing -- pussy. Are you listening to me, son, I'm giving you pearls here.

 

Class

but bettered by his speech later in the film of which I can't find the full section....

 

Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why? Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, FUCK YOU TOO!

[Spy Bee]

Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guys got seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen... but, if you know them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin', but you're tellin me everything. I know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage you won't walk away from.

 

That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose. Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again. We talked to your neighbors. They saw a Cadillac. Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, you seen your son?

 

'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?

 

So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin' with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene. Now this...

 

Etc etc - great scene.

[Moschops II]

Class

but bettered by his speech later in the film of which I can't find the full section....

 

Scent of a Lizard?

[Guest Fucko McFuck]

the no one ever thinks about what happens to the henchmen scene in Austin powers

[jackofdk]

"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. "

 

Makes you wanna start a revolution. Or just kill someone.

[bobhorse]

"Now wiggle your Tits oh yer baby oh yer baby im cumin"

 

never get bored watching it:smile:

[aws]

Al Pacino's pre-match warm-up in Any given Sunday.

[Nunavut Patrick]

Jake: First you traded the Cadillac in for a microphone. Then you lied to me about the band. And now you're gonna put me right back in the joint!

Elwood: They're not gonna catch us. We're on a mission from God.

 

 

 

Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses.

Jake: Hit it.

 

 

 

 

Mrs. Murphy: We got two honkies out there, dressed like Hasidic diamond merchants.

Matt Murphy: Say what?

Mrs. Murphy: They look like they're from the CIA, or somethin'.

Matt Murphy: What they want to eat?

Mrs. Murphy: The tall one wants white toast, dry, with nothin' on it.

Matt Murphy: Elwood.

Mrs. Murphy: And the short one wants four whole fried chickens, and a Coke.

Matt Murphy: And Jake. Shit, the Blues Brothers.

 

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Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men as well.

[Cardie]

Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone's written Fuck You!)

 

Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too.

Monty's Reflection: 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 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 and 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 Chassidim, 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! Imclone! Adelphia! 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, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.

Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and 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 Hermés 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, Jay!

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!

Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.

Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.

Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.

Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.

Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.

Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

 

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[A-G]

you know what would be better than reading them? Trying to find a video clip on youtube or something, reading them doesn't do it justice.

I love a good inspiration half time speech, i was looking for the one from Friday night lights but i couldn't find it.

 

This one is ok Al Pacino from any given Sunday

should get video embedding on here

[A-G]

Brave Heart

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6esqYhq-P2Q

My personal favourite, probably because I'm a Wallace :thumbup:

[gazelle]

Etc etc - great scene.

 

thief!

[El Rojo]

Harris: What's your name?

 

 

Baldwin: Fuck you, that's my name. You know why mister? Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an 80,000 dollar BMW. That's my name. (To Lemmon) And your name is you're wanting. You can't play in the man's game, you can't close them? Then go home and tell your wife your troubles. Because only one thing counts in this life. Get them to sign on the line which is dotted. You hear me you fuckin' faggots.

(Flips the blackboard)

 

 

ABC. A, Always, B, Be, C, Closing. Always be closing. Always be closing. AIDA. Attention. Interest. Decision. Action. Attention. Do I have your attention? Interest. Are you interested? I know you are 'cause it's fuck or walk. You close or you hit the bricks. Decision. Have you made your decision for Christ? And action. AIDA. Get out there. You got the prospects coming in, you think they came in to get out of the rain? A guy don't walk on the lot lest he wants to buy. They're sitting out there waiting to give you their money. Are you going to take it? Are you man enough to take it? (To Harris) What's the problem, pal?

[Stu Monty]

Harris: What's your name?

 

 

Baldwin: Fuck you, that's my name. You know why mister? Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an 80,000 dollar BMW. That's my name. (To Lemmon) And your name is you're wanting. You can't play in the man's game, you can't close them? Then go home and tell your wife your troubles. Because only one thing counts in this life. Get them to sign on the line which is dotted. You hear me you fuckin' faggots.

(Flips the blackboard)

 

 

ABC. A, Always, B, Be, C, Closing. Always be closing. Always be closing. AIDA. Attention. Interest. Decision. Action. Attention. Do I have your attention? Interest. Are you interested? I know you are 'cause it's fuck or walk. You close or you hit the bricks. Decision. Have you made your decision for Christ? And action. AIDA. Get out there. You got the prospects coming in, you think they came in to get out of the rain? A guy don't walk on the lot lest he wants to buy. They're sitting out there waiting to give you their money. Are you going to take it? Are you man enough to take it? (To Harris) What's the problem, pal?

 

 

Ace. Listen here: http://yu.ac.kr/~bwlee/esc/baldwin.htm

 

Also promted one of the greatest bit-part characters ever to grace the small screen: Gil.

 

"Honey, you should have seen me with my last customer, I ...no, but I came so close. This guy was as ... Whose voice is that? Is that Fred? ... Aw, you said it was over ... No, don't put him on -- Hello, Fred, h-hi."

 

"Close the deal Gil...Close the deal"

[Paul]

Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone's written Fuck You!)

 

 

 

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Very Spike Lee, that dialogue - and similar to the racial tit for tats in Do The Right Thing.

[Spy Bee]

thief!

Here you go:

 

True Romance scene

 

 

[Sut]

or the "funny How" dialogue. I just watched The Departed this weekend whilst very good, I love Thelma Schoonmakers Editing another rightly deserved oscar, the film is still not a patch on Goodfellas, Taxi Driver, Raging Bull and Casino, well done though Marty well overdue

 

The Oscars are bent anyway (particularly that Wilde fella - badumtss).

1991, Scorsese should at last get an Oscar for the masterpiece that is Goodfellas...

And the Oscar for best film goes to... Dances with Wolves!

And the Oscar for best director goes to... Kevin Costner for Dances with Wolves!

Nobs.

[Baldi]

Jules: Well there's this passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never gave much thought what it meant. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. See now I'm thinkin', maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9 Milimeter here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. Now I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.

[wiiksie]

Harris: What's your name?

 

 

Baldwin: Fuck you, that's my name. You know why mister? Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an 80,000 dollar BMW. That's my name. (To Lemmon) And your name is you're wanting. You can't play in the man's game, you can't close them? Then go home and tell your wife your troubles. Because only one thing counts in this life. Get them to sign on the line which is dotted. You hear me you fuckin' faggots.

(Flips the blackboard)

 

 

ABC. A, Always, B, Be, C, Closing. Always be closing. Always be closing. AIDA. Attention. Interest. Decision. Action. Attention. Do I have your attention? Interest. Are you interested? I know you are 'cause it's fuck or walk. You close or you hit the bricks. Decision. Have you made your decision for Christ? And action. AIDA. Get out there. You got the prospects coming in, you think they came in to get out of the rain? A guy don't walk on the lot lest he wants to buy. They're sitting out there waiting to give you their money. Are you going to take it? Are you man enough to take it? (To Harris) What's the problem, pal?

That film is so good. In fact, it might have to go on tonight.

[Baldi]

English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?!

"What" ain't no country I ever heard of! Do they speak English in "What"?

Say "What" again! C'mon, say "What" again! I dare ya, I double dare ya motherfucker, say "What" one more goddamn time!

[Baldi]

Jules: What does Marsellus Wallace look like?

Brett: What?

Jules: [Flips table out of the way] What country are you from?

Brett: What?

Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in "What?!"

Brett: What?

Jules: English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?

Brett: Yes!

Jules: Then you know what I'm saying. Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!

Brett: What?

Jules: [Points gun at Brett] Say "what" again! Say - "what" - again! I dare you! I double-dare you motherfucker! Say "what" one more goddamn time!

Brett: He's black.

Jules: Go on!

Brett: He's bald.

Jules: Does he look like a bitch?

Brett: What?

Jules: [shoots Brett in the shoulder] Does he LOOK like a bitch?!

Brett: No!

Jules: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?

Brett: I didn't!

Jules: Yes, you did! Yes, you did, Brett! You tried to fuck him. And Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. You read the Bible, Brett?

Brett: Yes!

Jules: Well, there's this passage I've got memorized that sort of fits this occasion. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of the evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee!"[1] [shoots Brett]

 

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