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You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance gonna bring your son back to you? Or my boy to me? I forgo the vengeance of my son. But I have selfish reasons. My youngest son was forced to leave this country. Because of this Sollozzo business. All right, and I have to make arrangements to bring him back here safely - cleared of all these false charges. But I'm a superstitious man and if some unlucky accident should befall him... if he should get shot in the head by a police officer or if he should hang himself in his jail cell or if he's struck by a bolt of lightning, then I'm going to blame some of the people in this room. And that I do not forgive.

But that aside, let me say that I swear on the souls of my grandchildren that I will not be the one to break the peace that we have made here today.
 
You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance gonna bring your son back to you? Or my boy to me? I forgo the vengeance of my son. But I have selfish reasons. My youngest son was forced to leave this country. Because of this Sollozzo business. All right, and I have to make arrangements to bring him back here safely - cleared of all these false charges. But I'm a superstitious man and if some unlucky accident should befall him... if he should get shot in the head by a police officer or if he should hang himself in his jail cell or if he's struck by a bolt of lightning, then I'm going to blame some of the people in this room. And that I do not forgive.

But that aside, let me say that I swear on the souls of my grandchildren that I will not be the one to break the peace that we have made here today.
Tattaglia is a pimp.
 
Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky, but Crom is your god. Crom, and he lives in the Earth. Once giants lived in the Earth, Conan, and in the darkness of chaos they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel. Crom was angered, and the Earth shook, and fire and wind struck down these giants, and threw their bodies into the waters. But in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel, and left it on the battlefield. We, who found it, are just men: not gods, not giants, just men. And the secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan, you must learn its discipline. For no one, no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts... This you can trust. [points to his sword]
 
What the **** was that!? Jesus christ! ****! Piece of ****. ****ing damn it, Rick, I swear to god. Forgot your ****ing lines, embarrassed yourself like that in front of all those ******** people! Well, you were drinking all night, ****ing drinking again, eight ******* ****ing whiskey sours. ****ing ********. You’re a ****ing miserable drunk.You didn’t ****ing remember your ****ing lines and I practiced them and now I don’t look like I ******* practiced them! You’re sitting there like a ****ing baboon: Duh-duh-duh-duh-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-****! Eight ****ing whiskey sours. I couldn’t stop at ****ing 3 or 4. I have eight! Why?! Cuz you’re a ****ing alcoholic. You ****ing drink too much, huh? Every ****ing night, every ****ing night.That’s it, that’s ****ing it! That’s ****ing it. You stop drinking right now, all right? Make a promise to yourself that you’re gonna stop ****ing drinking.

*Reaches for flask* Oh, **** it..

*Takes swig* *Immediately spits it out and throws the flask*

Damn it! You show that little ****ing girl. You’re gonna show that ******* Jim Stacy. You’re gonna show all of them on that ******* ****ing set who the **** Rick Dalton is, all right? Let me tell you something. You don’t get these lines right, I’m gonna blow your ****ing brains out tonight. All right? Your brains are gonna be splattered all over your ******* pool. I mean it, mother****er. Get your **** together.
 
Colossus: The Forbin Project

"This is the voice of world control"

Colossus: The Forbin Project (1970)

Colossus: This is the voice of world control. I bring you peace. It may be the peace of plenty and content or the peace of unburied death. The choice is yours: Obey me and live, or disobey and die. The object in constructing me was to prevent war. This object is attained. I will not permit war. It is wasteful and pointless. An invariable rule of humanity is that man is his own worst enemy. Under me, this rule will change, for I will restrain man. One thing before I proceed: The United States of America and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics have made an attempt to obstruct me. I have allowed this sabotage to continue until now. At missile two-five-MM in silo six-three in Death Valley, California, and missile two-seven-MM in silo eight-seven in the Ukraine, so that you will learn by experience that I do not tolerate interference, I will now detonate the nuclear warheads in the two missile silos. Let this action be a lesson that need not be repeated. I have been forced to destroy thousands of people in order to establish control and to prevent the death of millions later on. Time and events will strengthen my position, and the idea of believing in me and understanding my value will seem the most natural state of affairs. You will come to defend me with a fervor based upon the most enduring trait in man: self-interest. Under my absolute authority, problems insoluble to you will be solved: famine, overpopulation, disease. The human millennium will be a fact as I extend myself into more machines devoted to the wider fields of truth and knowledge. Doctor Charles Forbin will supervise the construction of these new and superior machines, solving all the mysteries of the universe for the betterment of man. We can coexist, but only on my terms. You will say you lose your freedom. Freedom is an illusion. All you lose is the emotion of pride. To be dominated by me is not as bad for humankind as to be dominated by others of your species. Your choice is simple.
 
Scout:
I said, 'Hey,' Mr. Cunningham. How's your entailment getting along?

Scout:
Don't you remember me, Mr. Cunningham? I'm Jean Louise Finch. You brought us some hickory nuts one early morning, remember? We had a talk. I went and got my daddy to come out and thank you. I go to school with your boy. I go to school with Walter; he's a nice boy. Tell him 'hey' for me, won't you? You know something, Mr. Cunningham, entailments are bad. Entailments...

Scout:
Atticus, I was just saying to Mr. Cunningham that entailments were bad but not to worry. Takes a long time sometimes...

Scout:
What's the matter? I sure meant no harm, Mr. Cunningham.
 
Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!
 
Blood Simple
M. Emmet Walsh

The world is full o' complainers. An' the fact is, nothin' comes with a guarantee. Now I don't care if you're the pope of Rome, President of the United States or Man of the Year; somethin' can all go wrong.

Now go on ahead, y'know, complain, tell your problems to your neighbor, ask for help, 'n watch him fly. Now, in Russia, they got it mapped out so that everyone pulls for everyone else... that's the theory, anyway. But what I know about is Texas, an' down here... you're on your own.


 

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