Ferrari: Your name is Klitz?
Klitz: With a K.

James Carter: Couldn't help noticin' how she was staring at a brother.
Lee: She never even look at you.
James Carter: You just jealous, Lee, 'cause women like me. I'm tall, dark and hansome and you third world ugly.
Lee: I am not third world ugly, women think I'm cute. Like Snoopy.
James Carter: Lee, Snoopy is 6 inches taller than you.

I would rather die a thousand deaths than see my mother's dress on that spoiled, selfish cow!


Clarence: Oh, now wait a minute. That's an idea now, isn't it?
[looks upward]
Clarence: What do you think? Ahhh... All right, George, you've got your wish: You've never been born.
[Wind begins to blow violently outside the shack; Clarence yells out the door]
Clarence: You don't need to make all THAT fuss about it!

Jane: How could you do something so vicious
Vincent Ludwig: It was easy my dear. You forget I spent two years as a building contractor.

I'm not one of your little friends, you fucking midget.

Jake Mazursky

Kianna: Dude, I lost track 20 cards ago.
Micky Rosa: Don't call me dude.

Skinny Carter: yo lemme do it this time.
[talking about stealing a car]
Mac Carter: Skin, you the look out.
Skinny Carter: But why can't I do it this time?
Tyler Gage: Can you do it?
Skinny Carter: Yeah.
Tyler Gage: Let him do it then.
Mac Carter: You know what? Here you go tough guy.
[hands him a crow bar to break into the car with]
Mac Carter: See that one right there. Go get it.
Tyler Gage: That car's got an alarm on it.
Mac Carter: I know.
Tyler Gage: [the car alarm goes off and the boys run away] Dude, I told you that alarm was gonna go off.
Skinny Carter: Wait a minute. Ya'll set me up?
Tyler Gage: You shoulda saw your face.

Jake: Uh, Bob, about the money for tonight.
Bob: Oh, yeah... That's $200, and you boys drank $300 worth of beer.

This is a shocking experience!


Cousin Eddie: I don't know why they call this stuff hamburger helper. It does just fine by itself, huh? I like it better than tuna helper myself, don't you, Clark?
Clark: You're the gourmet around here, Eddie.

Ooops, no bullets. What do you think, I'm fucking stupid, Hans?

John McClane

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