Dogma: You know that guy, too? That fuckin' guy. He made this flick "Sixteen Candles." Not bad. There's tits in it, but no bush, but Ebert over here don't give a shit about that kind of thing 'cause he's, like, all in love with this John Hughes guy. He goes out and rents, like, every one of his movies. Fuckin' "Breakfast Club," where all these stupid kids actually show up for detention. Fuckin' "Weird Science," where this chick wants to take her gear off and get down, but oh no, she don't 'cause it's a PG movie. And then, "Pretty in Pink," which I can't even watch with this tubby bitch anymore, 'cause every time we get to the part where the redhead hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little bitch with a skinned knee and shit. And there's nothing worse than watchin' a fuckin' fat man weep. Anyway all of John Hughes movies take place in Shermer, Illinois, where all the hunnies are top shelf but all the boys are whiney pussies-except Judd Nelson man, he was fuckin' harsh. So me and "Lunchbox" here figured we could live like fatrats if we were the blunt connection in Shermer. So we collected some money we were owed and boarded a bus. But you know what we found out when we got here? There is no Shermer Illinois -- movies are fuckin' bullshit man!
Austin Powers: My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was pretty standard. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
I don't love you, but you are the only women for whom I have no contempt.
#59: Filmens sande helt er Brad Pitt som Floyd, der ryger sig knokle og bruger det sidste lokumspapir. Hans retningsansvisning til gangsterne er fantastisk.
Er selv ret vild med denne perle af altid underholdende Randall fra Clerks 2:
Randall: "There’s only one trilogy you fucking morons...! Those fucking hobbit movies were boring as hell. All it was was a bunch of people walking. Three movies of people walking to a fucking volcano. Here’s the first movie (Randall walks five steps). And here’s the second movie (Randall walks 2 steps and 1 sidestep, looks down and continues his walk). Are you ready for the third movie? (Randall walks 5 steps and drops a ring on the floor and walks back). Even the fucking trees walked in those movies. Let me tell you something...if Peter Jackson really wanted to blow me away with those rings movies he would ended it at the logical closurepoints, not the 25 endings that followed. When fucking Fredo wakes up from his coma or whatever and the little hobbits are jumping up and down on his bed and Sam leans in the door and gives him that very fucking gay look...! That look was so gay that I thought that Sam was gonna tell his little hobbits to take a walk, so he could sonder over to Frodo and suck his fucking cock! Now that would be an Academy Award Winning ending! And then right after the Sam/Frodo suck-fest...right before the credits roll, Sam fucking flatout bricks in Frodos mouth!!"
"If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything"
“Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.”
#61 sluppermand 17 år siden
You know that guy, too? That fuckin' guy. He made this flick "Sixteen Candles." Not bad. There's tits in it, but no bush, but Ebert over here don't give a shit about that kind of thing 'cause he's, like, all in love with this John Hughes guy. He goes out and rents, like, every one of his movies. Fuckin' "Breakfast Club," where all these stupid kids actually show up for detention. Fuckin' "Weird Science," where this chick wants to take her gear off and get down, but oh no, she don't 'cause it's a PG movie. And then, "Pretty in Pink," which I can't even watch with this tubby bitch anymore, 'cause every time we get to the part where the redhead hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little bitch with a skinned knee and shit. And there's nothing worse than watchin' a fuckin' fat man weep. Anyway all of John Hughes movies take place in Shermer, Illinois, where all the hunnies are top shelf but all the boys are whiney pussies-except Judd Nelson man, he was fuckin' harsh. So me and "Lunchbox" here figured we could live like fatrats if we were the blunt connection in Shermer. So we collected some money we were owed and boarded a bus. But you know what we found out when we got here? There is no Shermer Illinois -- movies are fuckin' bullshit man!
Austin Powers:
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was pretty standard. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
#62 filmz-DocDoom 17 år siden
#63 Guts 17 år siden
Randall:
"There’s only one trilogy you fucking morons...!
Those fucking hobbit movies were boring as hell. All it was was a bunch of people walking. Three movies of people walking to a fucking volcano. Here’s the first movie (Randall walks five steps). And here’s the second movie (Randall walks 2 steps and 1 sidestep, looks down and continues his walk).
Are you ready for the third movie? (Randall walks 5 steps and drops a ring on the floor and walks back).
Even the fucking trees walked in those movies.
Let me tell you something...if Peter Jackson really wanted to blow me away with those rings movies he would ended it at the logical closurepoints, not the 25 endings that followed. When fucking Fredo wakes up from his coma or whatever and the little hobbits are jumping up and down on his bed and Sam leans in the door and gives him that very fucking gay look...! That look was so gay that I thought that Sam was gonna tell his little hobbits to take a walk, so he could sonder over to Frodo and suck his fucking cock! Now that would be an Academy Award Winning ending! And then right after the Sam/Frodo suck-fest...right before the credits roll, Sam fucking flatout bricks in Frodos mouth!!"
#64 duuk74 17 år siden
#65 mr gaijin 17 år siden
Her er et link med et lydklip:
http://lasegonaperiferia.blogspot.com/2006/01/home...
Lad være med at læse/høre det, hvis du ikke har set filmen. Dette skal høres første gang i sammenhæng med resten af filmen.
#66 filmz-bullettooth 17 år siden
“Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.”