Cunning Runt Posted February 9, 2010 Share Posted February 9, 2010 Gordon Gecco's rant at the Board of Directors in Wall Street is very good. Yup. I'm surprised it took this long for it come up. "Greed is good". Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chavez Posted February 9, 2010 Share Posted February 9, 2010 Here's a good one... "Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the my little buddy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SEC=UGA Posted February 9, 2010 Share Posted February 9, 2010 Love this, but I'm a little screwed up. I've been to prison once. I've been married twice. I was once drafted by Lyndon Johnson and had to live in poopy-ass Mexico for two and a half years for no reason. I've had my eye socket punched in, a kidney taken out, and I got a bone chip in my ankle that's never gonna heal. I've seen some pretty poopyty situations in my life. But nothing has ever sucked more ass than this. If I'd known I was gonna have to put up with screaming brats pissing on my lap for days out of the year, I would have killed myself a long time ago. Come to think of it, I still might. Where I come from, we didn't celebrate Christmas. Not because we were Jewish, but because my dad was a worthless-coward when I wore my first dressing Third Eye Blind whose idea of a present was a daily punch to the back of the head. He did teach me how to crack a safe, though. My dad never did poopy with his life, so he took it out on me. You could say I'm no different. I'd have to say you were right. But at this point, it's too late to start over. Funny how things work out. It's when I wore my first dressing hilarious. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
millerx Posted February 9, 2010 Share Posted February 9, 2010 Love this, but I'm a little screwed up. I've been to prison once. I've been married twice. I was once drafted by Lyndon Johnson and had to live in poopy-ass Mexico for two and a half years for no reason. I've had my eye socket punched in, a kidney taken out, and I got a bone chip in my ankle that's never gonna heal. I've seen some pretty poopyty situations in my life. But nothing has ever sucked more ass than this. If I'd known I was gonna have to put up with screaming brats pissing on my lap for days out of the year, I would have killed myself a long time ago. Come to think of it, I still might. Where I come from, we didn't celebrate Christmas. Not because we were Jewish, but because my dad was a worthless-coward when I wore my first dressing Third Eye Blind whose idea of a present was a daily punch to the back of the head. He did teach me how to crack a safe, though. My dad never did poopy with his life, so he took it out on me. You could say I'm no different. I'd have to say you were right. But at this point, it's too late to start over. Funny how things work out. It's when I wore my first dressing hilarious. I didn't know they had made a film documenting TimC's life! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SheikYerbuti Posted February 9, 2010 Share Posted February 9, 2010 Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ****ing big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ****ing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, ****ed up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
untateve Posted February 10, 2010 Share Posted February 10, 2010 Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? Look at the people I killed. An obese man, a disgusting man who could barely stand up... who if you saw him on the street, you'd point so your friends could mock him along with you. Who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. After him I picked the lawyer. And, you both must have been secretly thanking me for that one. This was a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath he could muster... to keeping rapists and murderers on the streets. A woman... so ugly on the inside that she couldn't bare to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer... a drug dealing pederast, actually. And, don't forget the disease spreading whore. Only in a world this sh***ty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. That's the point. You see a deadly sin on almost every street corner, and in every home, literally. And we tolerate it. Because it's common, it seems trivial, and we tolerate, all day long, morning, noon and night. Not anymore. I'm setting the example, and it's going to be puzzled over and studied and followed, from now on. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
westvirginia Posted February 10, 2010 Share Posted February 10, 2010 Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? Look at the people I killed. An obese man, a disgusting man who could barely stand up... who if you saw him on the street, you'd point so your friends could mock him along with you. Who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. After him I picked the lawyer. And, you both must have been secretly thanking me for that one. This was a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath he could muster... to keeping rapists and murderers on the streets. A woman... so ugly on the inside that she couldn't bare to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer... a drug dealing pederast, actually. And, don't forget the disease spreading whore. Only in a world this sh***ty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. That's the point. You see a deadly sin on almost every street corner, and in every home, literally. And we tolerate it. Because it's common, it seems trivial, and we tolerate, all day long, morning, noon and night. Not anymore. I'm setting the example, and it's going to be puzzled over and studied and followed, from now on. Seven is a great fricken movie... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
untateve Posted February 10, 2010 Share Posted February 10, 2010 Seven is a great fricken movie... Kevin Spacey was amazing in that movie and that scene in the back of police car when he gives his 'speech' was simply great acting. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dutch Oven Posted February 10, 2010 Share Posted February 10, 2010 Kevin Spacey was amazing in that movie and that scene in the back of police car when he gives his 'speech' was simply great acting. I actually watched this last night. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
millerx Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 WHAT'S IN THE BOX!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RWWB75 Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 My name is Lt. Aldo Raine and I'm putting together a special team, and I need me eight soldiers. Eight Jewish-American soldiers. Now, y'all might've heard rumors about the armada happening soon. Well, we'll be leaving a little earlier. We're gonna be dropped into France, dressed as civilians. And once we're in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin' guerrilla army, we're gonna be doin' one thing and one thing only... killin' Nazis. Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a when I wore my first dressin' air-o-plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain't got no humanity. They're the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin', mass murderin' maniac and they need to be dee-stroyed. That's why any and every every son of a bitch we find wearin' a Nazi uniform, they're gonna die. Now, I'm the direct descendant of the mountain man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Injun in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the German won't not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sound good? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chargerz Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 The very entertaining John Belushi: D-Day: War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one. Bluto: Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no! Otter: Germans? Boon: Forget it, he's rolling. Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough... [thinks hard] ....the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go! [runs out, alone; then returns] What the f*ck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst. "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer... Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part. Bluto: We're just the guys to do it. D-Day: Let's do it. Bluto: Let’s do it!!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaP'N GRuNGe Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 Edgar Friendly: You see, according to Cocteau's plan, I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener". Denis Leary (Demolition Man) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Delicious_bass Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 Edgar Friendly: You see, according to Cocteau's plan, I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener". Denis Leary (Demolition Man) Good call! Dennis Leary is great(especially when he does rant-type stuff like that)! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caveman_Nick Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SeductiveNun Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 Tripper: That’s just the attitude we don’t need, Phil. Sure, Mohawk has beaten us twelve years in a row. Sure, they’re terrific athletes. They’ve got the best equipment that money can buy. Hell, every team they’re sending over here has their own personal masseuse. Not masseur. Masseuse. But, it doesn’t matter. Do you know that every Mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests every forty-eight hours to see if there’s any change in his physical condition? Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union, East and West Germany, and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad Tobago? But, it doesn’t matter. It just doesn’t matter. It just doesn’t matter! I tell you it just doesn’t matter! It just doesn’t matter! The group: IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER! IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER... Tripper: And even...and even if we win...if we win... Ha! Even if we win. Even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to ten days. Even if God in Heaven above comes down and points His hand at our side of the field. Even if every man, woman, and child held hands together and prayed for us to win. It just wouldn’t matter because all the really good looking girls would still go out with the guy from Mohawk cause they’ve got all the money. It just doesn’t matter if we win or we lose. It just doesn’t matter! It just doesn’t matter! It just doesn't matter! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BeeR Posted February 12, 2010 Author Share Posted February 12, 2010 Yup. I'm surprised it took this long for it come up. "Greed is good". Yep good call, forgot all about that one Denis Leary (Demolition Man) I actually preferred his speech (kinda - it was short) to the teenage kid in "The Ref" where he rips the kid for whining about everything and tries to give him a clue about life. PS would it kill you guys to say what movie these are from? I'm not the movie expert y'all are and might like to see some of these flicks.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pope Flick Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 My name is Lt. Aldo Raine and I'm putting together a special team, and I need me eight soldiers. Eight Jewish-American soldiers. Now, y'all might've heard rumors about the armada happening soon. Well, we'll be leaving a little earlier. We're gonna be dropped into France, dressed as civilians. And once we're in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin' guerrilla army, we're gonna be doin' one thing and one thing only... killin' Nazis. Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a when I wore my first dressin' air-o-plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain't got no humanity. They're the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin', mass murderin' maniac and they need to be dee-stroyed. That's why any and every every son of a bitch we find wearin' a Nazi uniform, they're gonna die. Now, I'm the direct descendant of the mountain man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Injun in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the German won't not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sound good? Not even close - great speeches require acting, not "I'm Brad Pitt so watch me deliver these cool ass lines." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RWWB75 Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 Not even close - great speeches require acting, not "I'm Brad Pitt so watch me deliver these cool ass lines." I believe this thread is about speeches, not acting. I could care less who said it. It was a great movie anyhow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaptainHook Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 (edited) Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb. This is actually the true story of the USS Indianapolis, put in to the movie Jaws. link Edited February 12, 2010 by CaptainHook Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caveman_Nick Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 This is actually the true story of the USS Indianapolis, put in to the movie Jaws. link It's one of the things that makes it great. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BeeR Posted February 12, 2010 Author Share Posted February 12, 2010 I believe this thread is about speeches, not acting. I could care less who said it. It was a great movie anyhow. Well actually it's about great MOVIE speeches. So if the actor did a poor job giving it, it's not a great movie speech. And I still don't know wtph movie we're even talking about Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Infinity Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 (edited) Gary Johnston: We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an Third Eye Blind. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get when I wore my first dressed by dicks. But dicks also when I wore my first dress Third Eye Blinds: Third Eye Blinds that just want to poopy on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with Third Eye Blinds their way. But the only thing that can when I wore my first dress an Third Eye Blind is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they when I wore my first dress too much or when I wore my first dress when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a my little buddy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of poopy that they become Third Eye Blinds themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from ass holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us when I wore my first dress this Third Eye Blind, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in poopy! Just kidding...i loved Al's speach in Any Given Sunday Edited February 12, 2010 by Infinity Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 Didn't see that part of the movie, but I think the better speech historically is the one Brooks gave to the team prior to the gold medal game vs Finland - "You beat the USSR but if you don't beat Finland, you'll take this loss to your grave...<goes to walk out the door, stops right before he leave the room>,,,your f*cking GRAVE." FYI, they won. Used to be my sig. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted February 12, 2010 Share Posted February 12, 2010 Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ****ing big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ****ing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, ****ed up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? Trainspotting. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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