Kedvenc filmes idézeteitek, jeleneteitek

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Ted...the name's Ted. Yes my mother did me the disservice of naming me Theodore...and I haven't a clue to how you know that because everyone who knows that is thousands of fucking miles away from here! Do you have any idea...the faintest idea what it's like to show up at school and find yourself surrounded by the maladjusted? And there you stand...little lord fulcnoroy...ever want a bonnet...give it a try sometime. Because NO ONE is EVER going to call me Theodore again...let alone...Theo, the thumper.

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- What kind of gun was it?
- I don't know, i'm not a gun guy.
- Was it like Dirty Harry's gun?
- Yeah something like that yeah.
- Did it have a long or short barrel?
- What difference does it make?!
- For one its the difference between a forty four magnum and a magnum three fifty seven.
- Who the fuck cares whether it was a forty four or a three ninety two, it was a big fucking gun, it was loaded and it was pointed right at my fucking head!

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So, since you're gonna be stuck remembering this moment for the rest of your life, you gotta decide what that memory will be. So, are you gonna remember for the next forty years, give or take a decade, how you refused a thousand dollars for one second's worth of work, or how you made a thousand dollars for one second's worth of work?

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- What's the problem?
- Hello Betty. Problem? I haven't got a problem. I've got fucking problems, plural. Wanna hear? Well most recently there's room 309. There's this crazy mexican gansta dude poking his finger in my chest. There's his hooligan kids snappin they're fingers in my face. There's a putrid rotting corpse of dead whore stuffed in the springs of the bed. There's rooms blazin afire. There's a big fat needle from god knows where stuck in my leg, infecting me with god knows what. And then there's me, walkin out the door, right f*cking now. Buenos Noches.