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post #106 of 201
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Originally posted by Calanctus
One of my faves too--but I think it was from Terminator, not Terminator 2.

Definitely from Terminator 2: "Hasta la vista, baby!"
Ugh, that was deliberately stilted (he's a robot, remember?).

Least favourite one-liners: all of them from Independence Day -- it might make great "ad copy", but dam did it suck hearing it in the middle of the film.
post #107 of 201
the quote even has a website haha.

http://www.yourethemannowdog.com/
post #108 of 201
"dodge this.... *boom*"
post #109 of 201
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH.
post #110 of 201
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Originally posted by pigmode
...to crush your enemies, see them driven before
you, and hear the lamentations of the women.
-Conan (Arnold Schwarzenager) in Conan the Barbarian
post #111 of 201
"You going to go for those guns or you gonna whistle Dixie?"

Outlaw Jose Wales

"I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?"

Dirty Harry
post #112 of 201
"There's no problem that can't be overcome with a sufficient quantity of high exlosives!" - Uncommon Valor

"Are you insane?"
"According to my last psych eval, YES!!" - Con Air
post #113 of 201
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Originally posted by Lando
-Conan (Arnold Schwarzenager) in Conan the Barbarian
I'll tell ya, there's no fool'in Lando.

"Colt 45, gets'em everytime."

And another:

"Nobody ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country."
post #114 of 201
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Originally posted by pigmode "Nobody ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country."
George C. Scott, "Patton"..., Great movie. Here's another Patton quote:

Be Seated.

Men, this stuff we hear about America wanting to stay out of the war, not wanting to fight, is a lot of ********. Americans love to fight - traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble player; the fastest runner; the big league ball players; the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win - all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost, not ever will lose a war, for the very thought of losing is hateful to an American.

You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Every man is
frightened at first in battle. If he says he isn't, he's a ******* liar. Some men are cowards, yes! But they fight just the same, or get the hell shamed out of them watching men who do fight who are just as scared. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour. For some it takes days. But the real man never lets fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to this country and his innate manhood.

All through your army career you men have bitched about "This chicken**** drilling." That is all for a purpose. Drilling and discipline must be maintained in any army if for only one reason -- INSTANT OBEDIENCE TO ORDERS AND TO CREATE CONSTANT ALERTNESS. I don't give a damn for a man who is not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready. A man to continue breathing must be alert at all times. If not, sometime a German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of ****.

There are 400 neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily all because one man went to sleep on his job -- but they were German graves for we caught the bastard asleep before his officers did. An Army is a team. Lives, sleeps, eats, fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is a lot of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting, under fire, than they do about ****ing. We have the best food, the finest equipment, the best spirit and the best fighting men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor sons-of-bitches we are going up against. By God, I do!

My men don't surrender. I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That's not just ********, either. The kind of man I want under me is like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Lugar against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand and busted hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German: All this with a bullet through his lung. That's a man for you.

All real heroes are not story book combat fighters either. Every man in the army plays a vital part. Every little job is essential. Don't ever let down, thinking your role is unimportant. Every man has a job to do. Every man is a link in the great chain. What if every truck driver decided that he didn't like the whine of the shells overhead, turned yellow and jumped headlong into the ditch? He could say to himself, "They won't miss me -- just one in thousands." What if every man said that? Where in hell would we be now? No, thank God, Americans don't say that! Every man does his job; every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important to the vast scheme of things. The Ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the Quartermaster to bring up the food and clothes to us -- for where we're going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man in the mess hall, even the one who heats the water to keep us from getting the GI ****s has a job to do. Even the chaplain is important, for if we get killed and if he is not there to bury us we'd all go to hell.

Each man must not only think of himself, but of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this army. They should all be killed off like rats. If not they will go back home after the war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed brave men. Kill off the ******* cowards and we'll have a nation of brave men.

One of the bravest men I ever saw in the African campaign was the fellow I saw on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were plowing toward Tunis. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at that time. He answered, "Fixing the wire, sir." "Isn't it a little unhealthy right now?," I asked. "Yes sir, but this ******* wire's got to be fixed." There was a real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time.

You should have seen those trucks on the road to Gabes. The drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those
son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting around them all the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of these men drove over forty consecutive hours. These weren't combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it -- and in a whale of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost. All the links in the chain pulled together and that chain became unbreakable.

Don't forget, you don't know I'm here. No word of the fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell became of me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the ******* Germans. Someday I want them to raise up on their hind legs and howl, "Jesus Christ, it's the ******* Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again."

We want to get the hell over there. We want to get over there and clear the ******* thing up. You can't win a war lying down. The quicker we clean up this ******* mess, the quicker we can take a jaunt against the purple pissing Japs an clean their nest out too, before the Marines get all the ******* credit.

Sure, we all want to be home. We want this thing over with. The quickest way to get it over is to get the bastards. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin. When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually, and the hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one. We'll win this war but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans we've got more guts than they have.

There is one great thing you men will all be able to say when you go home. You may thank God for it. Thank God, that at least, thirty years from now, when you are sitting around the fireside with your grandson on your knees, and he asks you what you did in the great war, you won't have to cough and say, "I shoveled **** in Louisiana."

That's all, dismissed
post #115 of 201
"I wouldn't **** you. You're my favourite turd."...to Jack Nicholson in "Last Detail".

"Birdie num nums" Peter Sellers in "The Party".
post #116 of 201
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Originally posted by scrypt
If your quote had been *unmemorable*, I'd never have had the impulse to explore its various antitheses. Anything worth saying inspires a paradoxical response -- just ask an agnostic.
That was T2, your link even says so. I believe it was when he shot the T-1000 when it was frozen by the liquid nitrogen.

I already voted on this thread, but I have to mention this one from Matrix Reloaded:

“What happened, happened and couldn’t have happened any other way.” - Morpheus

Kind of sounds like Dr. Seuss, doesn't it?
post #117 of 201
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Originally posted by brent_mr2
That was T2, your link even says so. I believe it was when he shot the T-1000 when it was frozen by the liquid nitrogen.
I'm uncertain as to whether I fathom your reference, Mr. Brent II, since I haven't mentioned, let alone linked, to T2 (except in the sense that Piranesi was tortured by apocalyptic visions of Arnold, and this is what prompted him to conceive the Imaginary Prisons series). Either that, or the Pang Brothers are directing T4 (Terminator Bataille: Story of The Eye).
post #118 of 201
Apologies if I'm rehashing, but...

"I KICK ASS FOR THE LORD!" -- Dead Alive/Braindead

- Chris
post #119 of 201
Quote:
Originally posted by scrypt
I'm uncertain as to whether I fathom your reference, Mr. Brent II, since I haven't mentioned, let alone linked, to T2 (except in the sense that Piranesi was tortured by apocalyptic visions of Arnold, and this is what prompted him to conceive the Imaginary Prisons series). Either that, or the Pang Brothers are directing T4 (Terminator Bataille: Story of The Eye).
Sorry, I quoted the wrong person. I meant to quote Calanctus. I'm on several forums and sometimes the quote button isn't in the same place.

Maybe I do need to have my eyes checked
post #120 of 201
Look, let me explain something. I'm not Mr. Lebowski - you're Mr.Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. That, or Duder. His Dudeness. Or El Duderino, if,you know, you're not into the whole brevity thing--
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