He looked like he could have snapped the chains that held him as easily as you might snap the ribbons on a Christmas present, but when you looked in his face, you knew he wasn’t going to do anything like that.
Your name is John Coffey.
„Yes, sir, boss, like the drink only not spelled the same way.
I’m rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I’m tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we’s comin from or goin to or [...]
Alec Baldwin: Let me have your attention for a moment. ‘Cause you’re talkin’ about what…you’re talkin’ ’bout…bitchin’ about that sale you shot, some son of a bitch don’t want to buy land, somebody don’t want what you’re selling, some broad you’re trying to screw, so forth, let’s talk about something important. Are they all here?
Kevin Spacey: All but one.
Baldwin: Well, I’m going anyway. Let’s talk about something important. (sees Lemmon pouring coffee). Put that coffee down. Coffee’s for closer’s only. You think I’m fuckin’ with you? I am not funkin’ with you. I’m here from downtown. I’m here from Mitch [...]
Ljudi moji kakva je ona Ljubica kurava to ziv stvor ne bi vjerovo. Taman ona kisa pocela sklonimo se mi pod onu strehu a ja za gace. Kad Bog te mazo nema gaca. Uhvatim je ja od straga kad ono gologuza. A tu smo reko, mislim se ja. Nemam ti curo sta vise pricati.
Zavezacu ti sljagu, ne prekidaj me kad pricam.
Niko te ne prekida, volio bih kad bi mog’o lagat ko ti.
Mislis kad bi mog’o s nogu ko ja.
I guslam ti ja guslam, noge mi se tresu kad odozgo s cunka jedna kaplja tup pravo meni za vrat. Pade cuna [...]
Dean: Jonathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the [...]
Sean Maguire: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
Will Hunting: No.
Sean Maguire: You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about.
Will Hunting: Why thank you.
Sean Maguire: It’s all right. You’ve never been out of Boston.
Will Hunting: Nope.
Sean Maguire: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, [...]
Jill: My joints have been feeling all loose, and lately I’ve been feeling sick a lot. Maybe I’m overtraining; I’m doin’ the marathon, like, ten miles a day,
[House looks tired]
Jill: but I can’t seem to lose any weight.
Dr. Gregory House: Lift up your arms.
[she does so]
Dr. Gregory House: You have a parasite.
Jill: Like a tapeworm or something?
Dr. Gregory House: Lie back and lift up your sweater.
[she lies back, and still has her hands up]
Dr. Gregory House: You can put your arms down.
Jill: Can you do anything about it?
Dr. Gregory [...]
We’re dicks! We’re reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an asshole. Pussies don’t like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes: assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they fuck too much or fuck when it isn’t appropriate – and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so [...]
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you’re not around, and the fact that you [...]
„You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for
twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn’t find one of ‘em, not one stinkin’ dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like – victory.
Someday this war is gonna end.“
Apocalypse Now
…
„Pussy, pussy, pussy! All pussy must go. At the Titty Twister we’re slashing pussy in half!
This is a pussy blow out! Make us an offer [...]
„Sorry boys, all the stitches in the world can’t sew me together again.
Lay down… lay down. Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on Hun and Ninth street. Always knew I’d make a stop there, but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought… Last of the Moh-Ricans… well maybe not the last. Gail’s gonna be a good mom… New improved Carlito Brigante… Hope she uses the money to get out.
No room in this city for big hearts like hers… Sorry baby, I tried the best I could, honest… Can’t come with me on this trip, Loaf. [...]
Harry: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
Sally: What?
Harry: I love you.
Sally: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry: How about, ‘You love me too’?
Sally: How about, ‘I’m leaving.’
Harry: Doesn’t what I’ve said mean anything to you?
Sally: I’m sorry Harry, I know it’s New Year’s Eve, I know you’re feeling lonely, but you can’t just show up here, tell me you love me and expect everything to be all right. It doesn’t work that way.
Harry: Well how does it work?
Sally: I don’t know, but not this way. (Walking away)
Harry: Well how [...]
Monty Brogan: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling [...]
Do kraja mog života dva me dana nikada više nece brinuti.
Prvi dan je juce, sa svim svojim greškama i suzama, lažima i porazima. Juce je prošlo i zauvek izmaklo mojoj kontroli.
Drugi dan je sutra, sa svojim zamkama i pretnjama, opasnostima i tajnama. Dok sunce opet ne bude izašlo, nemam udela u sutrašnjem danu, jer nije se još ni rodio.
Uz Božju pomoc, ovaj današnji dan mogu da savladam ako na to koncentrišem sav svoj trud i energiju! Samo ukoliko mu dodam teret ove dve zastrašujuce vecnosti,juce i sutra, postoji mogucnost da pokleknem pod njihovim opterecenjem. Nikada više! Ovo je moj dan! [...]
Radovan III: Ej, Radovane, Radovane, sam si sebi najveci neprijatelj. Veceg neprijatelja od samog sebe nisi imao. Ceo zivot si radio sebi o glavi. Niko te nije mogao bolje upropastiti, nego sto si sam sebe… Sta ti je, Radovane, falilo u Zavicaju? Sta te je i ko te je i kad te je natero da dodjes ovamo i da godine ostavljas kao poslednji bednik. A bio si covek… Sad si jadan, cemeran i upadljivo glup.
Rumenka: Jesi.
Radovan III: I nikad vece budale svet nije video…
Rumenka: Da.
Radovan III: … i nece videti.
Rumenka: Nece.
Radovan III: I najbolje bi bilo da si oduvek lajao, [...]
- Meni je jedan Ceh, veterinar, još prije onog rata pricao da po tom nji’ovom vjerovanju u starim knjigama piše da je Bog bio naumio co’eku da živi 1000 godina.
- 1000 godina? To bi bio život. I šta je bilo?
- To je bilo kad je Bog prvog co’eka stvorio – Adema, dobro se sjecam, Adem se zvao. Dao mu sav rahatluk – i pojest, i popit, i ženu mu stvorio, samo u nekake jabuke da ne diraju, k’o biva to su Božje jabuke, a sve drugo je nji’ovo. Al’ ta ženetina navrati Adema da trgaju jabuke, Bog vidio, kako ne [...]
Munižaba: Slušaj Pero, ti i ja smo došli istog dana u ovu kucu da u njoj živimo neko vreme. Za tebe se zna, tebi ne gine cetiri godine, a za mene se ne zna, a i nije važno.
Ja nisam došao ovde da vaspitavam, razumeš, a ni ti da budeš vaspitavan.
Mi smo ovde pred jednim problemom, koji treba da rešavamo zajedno.
Pošli smo ni od cega a treba da stignemo ka necemu.
To nešto nema ime.
Postoji samo zamisao da smo ti i ja sa jedne i s’ druge strane barijere, nekakve provalije, a da sutra treba da živimo zajedno.
Ja mogu da ti pomognem, [...]
„Vaše čuveno poštenje, uvijek ste bili puni tih sranja o poštenju. Vi gospodine kapetane, jer ti misliš da je jedina kuća, koju smo mi njima zapalili ili oni nama zpalili, pošteno zarađena, jeste kurac moj! Da je pošteno zarađena ne bi ih tako lako palili jedni drugima. Dok vam je ćopavi Zagorac trpao u dupe američke dolare znali ste da kenjate o bratstvu i jedinstvu da se smješkate jedni drugima. A onda je došlo vrijeme da svodite račune. Nema problema, samo što ih niste ranije svodili, nego ste se 50 godina izdrkavali ovdje, 50 godina karali najbolje pičke, vozali najbolja [...]
I lie in bed most nights, thinking about it. And I wait. I think about all the people I’ve loved, now long gone. I think about my beautiful Jan, and how I lost her so many years ago. I think about all of us walking our own Green Mile, each in our own time. But one thought, more than any other, keeps me awake most nights. If he could make a mouse live so long, how much longer do I have? We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long
The [...]
„Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s a tough one, but I’ll give it a shot. Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ’cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with [...]