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Yes, we will grant you your wish! But first you must guess. And before that? What's your favorite color?"
"What trickery is this? I don't know, blue?!"
"WRONG!"
"Red, then! I meant red!")

"you said you were gonna kill me last"
"I lied"

En tout cas on peut dire que le Soviet éponge...

King Arthur: Are all men from the future loud-mouthed braggarts?
Ash Campbell: Nope. Just me baby... Just me.

Mongol General: Conan, what is best in life?
Conan: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of the women!

(Pulp fiction) What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass

-Ce pistolet a fait parler beaucoup de personne par le passé, il se charge comme ça et se décharge comme ça, chargé, déchargé, chargé, déchargé, chargé, déchargé, il a un coefficient de pénétration...


-Assé, je vais parler....

"Wouhou! C'est la fin du monde, Bonne chance!"

Monsieur Hammond... les téléphones marchent.

''Bitch''
''What? why are you calling me a bitch?''
''You were supposed to call me a jerk''
...
''Nevermind''

from bruge

1: There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened. And I thought, if I survive all of this, I'd go to that house, apologize to the mother there, and accept whatever punishment she chose for me. Prison... death... didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know, I wouldn't be in fuckin' Bruges. But then, like a flash, it came to me. And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin' Bruges. And I really really hoped I wouldn't die. I really really hoped I wouldn't die.


2:
Policeman: [to Ray, who is trying to escape from Bruges on the train] Are you Irish?
Ray: Yea.
Policeman: What is your name?
Ray: Er-Derek Fer... ler.
Policeman: You eet the Canadian.
Ray: What?
Policeman: You eet the Canadian.
Ray: I eat the Canadian? I don't know what you're talking about.
[the policeman motions down the compartment toward more policemen and the two Canadian tourists whom Ray beat up earlier]
Canadian Guy: That's the motherfucker!
Policeman: Come along. We are taking you back to Bruges.

Vous voyez, je ne crois pas qu'il y ait de bonne ou de mauvaise situation. Si je devais à vous résumer ma vie ici et maintenant, je vous dirai que c'est d'abord d'avoir des rencontres. Des gens qui m'ont tendu la main à un moment ou je ne pouvais pas, ou j'étais seul chez moi. Et c'est assez curieux de ce dire que les hasards et les rencontres forment une destiné, car quand on a le gout de la chose, quand on a le gout de la chose bien faite, le beau geste. Parfois on ne trouve pas l'interlocuteur en face, je dirait le miroir qui vous aide a avancé. Alors ce n'est pas mon cas, comme je le disais au début, et je dis merci à la vie, je chante la vie, je danse la vie, je ne suis qu'amour. Et finalement quand beaucoup de gens me dise aujourd'hui, mais comment fait tu pour avoir cette humanité et bien je leur répond tout simplement, et bien c'est ce gout de l'amour, ce gout donc qui m'a poussez aujourd'hui a entreprendre un construction mécanique mais demain qui sais, je pourrais tout simplement commencé à me mettre au service de la communauté et faire le don, le don de soi...


Astérix: Les romains s'envont

Ostis: Dire que chacun de ses hommes laissent une trace...

Numérobis le frappe et dit: Désolé, la c'est parti tout seul.

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Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark.

Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit.

Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?

Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master.

Vincent: Given a lot of 'em?

Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'.

Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?

Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up
Jules: Fuck you.

Vincent: You give them a lot?

Jules: Fuck you.

Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.

Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here