You know the drill. Match the quote with the movie.
"They're is no wrong. Someone needs killin' ya kill 'em."
"Promises were made to be broken"
"Fag!"
"Are you connected to yourself?"
"I love my dead gay son!"
"You're no longer welcome in the land of milk and honey."
"I’m stuck in this pit, working for less than slave wages, working on my day off, the steel shutters are closed, I deal with every backward-assed fuck on the planet, I smell like shoe polish, my ex-girlfriend is catatonic after fucking a dead guy, and my present girlfriend has sucked thirty-six dicks."
"Heineken? Fuck that shit! Papps Blue Ribbon!"
"I want you to know that after this moment, I will forget you and never think of you again. But you, I am quite certain, will think about me every single day for the rest of your life."
"Fag!"
*answering cell phone* "No, I am not over here!"
"I like to remember things they way I remember them...not necessarily the way they happened."
"Get your cock outta my Chrystler, you son of a bitch!"
"You know what happens to motherfuckers who carry knives? They get shot!"
"That's right. You're not his perfect little angel anymore. Now, you're a dirty little whore...just like me. *giggling* I've turned you into me!"
"I'm gonna find her....and I'm gonna kill her."
"You know, my girlfriend had a theory. She said at some point in your life, you find a use for every useless talent you ever had. It's like connecting the dots."
"Hey Doc Howard, Ben Stone calling. Guess what the fuck's up. Allison's going into labor and you are not fucking here. No, where are you? You're in a fucking bar mitzvah in San Francisco you motherfucking piece of shit and you know what I'm gonna have to do now? I'm going to have to kill you, I'm gonna have to pop a fucking cap in your ass. You're dead. You're 2pac. You are fucking Biggie you piece of shit. I hope you fucking die or drop the fucking chair and kill that fucking kid. Hope your plane crashes. Peace, fucker!"
"Get out of my facial"
"I know you. I know all about you. You're the one that the geeks won't dance with because they're at home fucking old pervs in cyberspace. There's nothing to hide, Fern. You're nothing. We're everything. You're the shadow, we're the sun. But I'm here to offer you something you never dreamed of. Something that you were never meant to be, but will be. Because today, my dear, fate has decided that you are cool. We're gonna make you...one of us. Beautiful, popular, loved, feared. All you've ever dreamed of..if, and only if...you never, ever tell anyone
what you heard.
"Evil is an abstract! It's a human construct. But true to his irresponsible nature, Man won't own up to being the engineer of evil, so he blames his dark deeds on my ilk. But his selfishness is limitless, and it's not enough for him to shadow his own existence. He turned Hell into a suffering Pit - fire, wailing, darkness - the kind of place anyone would do anything to get out of. And why? Because he lacks the ability to forgive himself. It is beyond your abilities to simply make recompense for and regret the sins you commit. No - you choose rather to create a psychodrama and dwell in a foundless belief that God could never forgive your 'grievous offenses'. So you bring your guilt and inner-decay with you to Hell - where the horrid imaginations of so many gluttons-for-punishment give birth to the sickness that has infected the abyss since the first one of your kind arrived there, begging to be 'punished'. And in doing so, they've transformed the cold and solitude to pain and misery. I've spent eons privy to the flames, inhaling the decay, hearing the wail of the damned. I know what effect such horrors have on the delicate psyche of an angelic being. I'd rather not exist than to go back to that."
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