Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Jules: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.

Fred Haise: It hurts when I urinate.
Jim Lovell: Well, you're not getting enough water.
Fred Haise: No, I'm drinkin' my rations, same as you... I think old Swigert gave me the clap. Been pissin' in my relief tube.
Jim Lovell: Well, that'd be a hot one at the debriefing for the flight surgeons... Another first for America's spacemen.

Lou: [Lou hits Tyler in the face] Do you hear me now?
Tyler Durden: No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou.
[Lou hits Tyler again]
Tyler Durden: Still not getting it.
[Lou hits Tyler a few more times]
Tyler Durden: Ok, I got it. Shit, I lost it.
[Lou continues to beat up Tyler]

Did I have a choice? Did I have a choice?


This is the business we've chosen.

Hyman Roth

Do you want to win the War on Terror? Yes or no?

Senator Jasper Irving

Smeagol: Don't ask Sméagol. Poor, poor Sméagol.
Gollum: Master betrayed us. Wicked. Tricksy, False. We ought to wring his filthy little neck. Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both! And then we take the precious... and we be the master!
Smeagol: But the fat Hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching.
Gollum: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses, make him crawl.
Smeagol: Yes. Yes. Yes.
Gollum: Kill them both.

Indiana Jones: Who is your mother, again?
Mutt Williams: Mary, Mary Williams. You don't remember her?
Indiana Jones: There've been a lot of Marys, kid.
Mutt Williams: [draws switchblade] Hey! That's my mother you're talking about!

I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever again question my power. If they speak of you, they'll only speak of how you begged for death. And I being a merciful Lord... obliged.


Mathematicians won the war. Mathematicians broke the Japanese codes... and built the A-bomb. Mathematicians... like you. The stated goal of the Soviets is global Communism. In medicine or economics, in technology or space, battle lines are being drawn. To triumph, we need results. Publishable, applicable results. Now who among you will be the next Morse? The next Einstein? Who among you will be the vanguard of democracy, freedom, and discovery? Today, we bequeath America's future into your able hands. Welcome to Princeton, gentlemen.


Some of the things they do defy belief. Their training program is simplicity itself. You just stick a cattle prod up their ass and you can get a horse to deal cards ... simple matter of voltage.

Capt. Ramsey

Three weeks from now, I will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so.


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