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"Psychos? Is that what they looked like? They were vampires. Psychos...do not explode when sunlight hits them. I don't give a fuck how crazy they are!"
Private Joker: Leonard, if Hartman finds us here, we'll be in a world of shit. Private Gomer Pyle: I *am*... in a world... of shit.
And
SG "Now, sound off, you do love the Virgin Mary, don't you?"
PJ "SIR, NEGATIVE! SIR!"
SG "What did you say, prive?"
PJ "SIR, THE PRIVATE SAID, 'NO, SIR!' SIR!"
Sergeant Gunnery's beefy red face floats by like a cobra being charmed by music. His eyes drill into Joker's, they invite him to look at him; they dare him to move his eyes one fraction of an inch.
SG "Have you seen the light? The white light? The great light? The guiding light - do you have the vision?"
SG "Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?"
PJ" Sir, NEGATIVE, sir! Sir, the private belives any answer he gives will be wrong and the Senior Drill Instructor will only beat him harder if he reverses himself, SIR!"
SG "Who's your squad leader, scumbag?" PJ "Sir, the squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!
SG "Private Snowball!"
PS "Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!"
The guy who played Sergeant Gunnery was a real life drill sergeant who was initially hired as an advisor but he was so good they sacked the actor who was to play Sergeant Gunnery and gave him the part.
Oh dear. Just reading back on my own posts from last night.
[note to self: stay away from computers when half cut ya fecking eejit ya. I could delete but then Me would look mad and I'm not having that. And besides, a boy's gotta learn....]
So is this now a name-you-favourite quote thread? Or guess the movie? If so, cool - I was running out of FMJ quotes. Here's one:
Quoted Text
Roger: Come off it, Eddie! We're all committed to the case, we all believe it's a good fight.
Eddie: Good fight? You think I'm going into court to make a fucking statement? You think Shu give a shit if we go down, but go down nobly? This is a man looking at 40 years of HARD TIME! He could've had a deal and been out in five, but he bet it all on ME! Don't give me that liberal yuppie bullshit about a good fight, this isn't fucking Yale! A good fight is one you WIN!
From the same movie:
Quoted Text
Eddie: Do you know where Chuckie can be found?
Teardrop: Hanging with his tongue out and a sign around his neck says "I Betrayed My Race" along with the rest of society's scum, on the Great Day of the Rope.
Roger: Um... prior to the Great Day of the Rope, where can he be found?
Down in the hole / Jesus tries to crack a smile / Beneath another shovel load
Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
And this is a fine opening gambit....
Quoted from FC
Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth] Narrator: [voiceover] People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden: Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator: ...i... ann... iinn... ff... nnyin... Narrator: [voiceover] With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. [Tyler removes the gun from the Narrator's mouth] Narrator: I can't think of anything. Narrator: [voiceover] For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is.
And, just to stay on subject...
Quoted from FMJ
Private Cowboy: Tough break for Hand Job. He was all set to get shipped out on a medical. Private Joker: What was the matter with him? Private Cowboy: He was jerkin' off ten times a day. Private Eightball: No shit. At least ten times a day. Private Cowboy: Last week he was sent down to Da Nang to see the Navy head shrinker, and the crazy fucker starts jerking off in the waiting room. Instant Section Eight. He was just waiting for his papers to clear division.
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.
Oh dear. Just reading back on my own posts from last night.
[note to self: stay away from computers when half cut ya fecking eejit ya. I could delete but then Me would look mad and I'm not having that. And besides, a boy's gotta learn....]
PJ" Sir, NEGATIVE, sir! Sir, the private belives any answer he gives will be wrong and the Senior Drill Instructor will only beat him harder if he reverses himself, SIR!"
I'm off to bed to watch Disgrace. Gotta love big Mal.
Narrator: Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? Tyler Durden: C'mon, do me this one favor. Narrator: Why? Tyler Durden: Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You? Narrator: No, but that's a good thing. Tyler Durden: No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve. Narrator: This is crazy. Tyler Durden: So go crazy. Let 'er rip. Narrator: I don't know about this. Tyler Durden: I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care? Narrator: Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you? Tyler Durden: That's right. Narrator: What, like in the face? Tyler Durden: Surprise me. Narrator: This is so fucking stupid... [Narrator swings, connects against Tyler's head] Tyler Durden: Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear! Narrator: Well, Jesus, I'm sorry. Tyler Durden: Ow, Christ... why the ear, man? Narrator: Guess I fucked it up... Tyler Durden: No, that was perfect!
Eminently quotable and definitely one of my favourites.
Tyler Durden: Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm? Narrator: No, I did not know that; is that true? Tyler Durden: That's right... One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. Narrator: Really...? Tyler Durden: If one were so inclined. Narrator: Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met... see I have this thing: everything on a plane is single-serving... Tyler Durden: Oh I get it, it's very clever. Narrator: Thank you. Tyler Durden: How's that working out for you? Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: Being clever. Narrator: Great. Tyler Durden: Keep it up then... Right up. [Gets up from airplane seat] Tyler Durden: Now a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch...?
[while burning the Narrator's hand with lye] Tyler Durden: Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Narrator: No, no, I... don't... Tyler Durden: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. Narrator: It isn't? Tyler Durden: We don't need him!
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