Post: #1

Movie: Kill Bill Vol. 2

Bill's (David Carradine) monologue towards the end of the movie.



As you know, l’m quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book, not particularly well-drawn, but the mythology. The mythology is not only great, it’s unique…Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there’s the superhero and there’s the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears – the glasses, the business suit – that’s the costume. That’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He’s weak, he’s unsure of himself, he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race.

Post: #2

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. Kinda like old squares in a battle like you see in the calendars, like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and sometimes that shark he go away… sometimes he wouldn’t go away.

Sometimes that shark looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. You know 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’… until 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 the poundin’ and the hollerin’ they all 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. On Thursday mornin’, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up and down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist.

Noon on the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw 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 life jacket again.

So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.

Anyway, we delivered the bomb.”

Post: #3

Blue Valentine: With Ryan Gosling.

"Dean: I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married, we marry, like, one girl, 'cause we're resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think, "I'd be an idiot if I didn't marry this girl. She's so great". But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option... 'Oh he's got a good job.' I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who's got a good job and is gonna stick around."

Post: #4

The Usual Suspects

"He's supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody ever believed he was real. Nobody ever knew him or saw anybody that ever worked directly for him. But to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Soze. You never knew; that was his power. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.

One story the guys told me, the story I believe, was from his days in Turkey. There was a gang of Hungarians that wanted their own mob. They realized that to be in power, you didn't need guns or money or even numbers. You just needed the will to do what the other guy wouldn't. After a while, they come into power and then they come after Soze. He was small-time then, just running dope, they say. They come to his home in the afternoon, looking for his business. They find his wife and kids in the house and decide to wait for Soze. He comes home to find his wife raped and children screaming. The Hungarians knew Soze was tough, not to be trifled with, so they let him know they meant business.

They tell him they want his territory, all his business. Soze looks over the faces of his family. Then he showed these men of will what will really was.
He tells him he would rather see his family dead than live another day after this. He lets the last Hungarian go, waits until his wife and kids are in the ground, and then he goes after the rest of the mob. He kills their kids. He kills their wives. He kills their parents and their parents' friends. He burns down the houses they live in, the stores they work in. He kills people that owe them money. And like that, he's gone. Underground. Nobody's ever seen him since. He becomes a myth, a spook story that criminals tell their kids at night. "Rat on your pop and Keyser Soze will get you." But no one ever really believes.

Post: #5

Not really a monologue per se, but I watch this entire scene before I have any big projects.






PROXIMO
What do you want? Hmmm? Girl? Boy?

MAXIMUS
You sent for me?

PROXIMO
Yes, I did. You are good, Spaniard, but you’re not that good. You could be magnificent.

MAXIMUS
I am required to kill, so I kill. That is enough.

PROXIMO
That’s enough for the provinces but not for Rome.

PROXIMO
The young Emperor has arranged a series of spectacles to commemorate his father, Marcus Aurelius. I find it amusing since it was Marcus Aurelius, the wise, the all-knowing Marcus Aurelius, who closed us down. So finally after five years of scratching a living in flea infested villages we are finally going back to where we belong, the Colosseum. Oh, you should see the Colosseum, Spaniard. 50,000 Romans watching every movement of your sword, willing you to make that killer blow. The silence before you strike, and the noise afterwards. It rises, rises up like…like…like a storm, as if you were the Thunder God himself.

MAXIMUS
You were a gladiator?

PROXIMO
Yes, I was.

MAXIMUS
You won your freedom?

PROXIMO
A long time ago the emperor presented me with a rudius. It’s just a wooden sword, a symbol of your freedom. He touched me on the shoulder, and I was free.

MAXIMUS
You knew Marcus Aurelius?

PROXIMO
I did not say I knew him. I said he touched me on the shoulder once.

MAXIMUS
You asked me what I want. I too, want to stand in front of the Emperor
as you did.

PROXIMO
Then listen to me. Learn from me. I wasn’t the best because I killed quickly. I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd and you’ll win your freedom.

MAXIMUS
I will win the crowd. I will give them something they have never seen before.

PROXIMO
Ha! So, Spaniard, we shall go to Rome together and have bloody adventures and the great whore will suckle us until we are fat and happy and can suckle now more. And then, when enough men have died…perhaps you will have your freedom.

Post: #6

Post: #7

Best stand alone dialogue scene ever filmed

Quote:Vincenzo Coccotti: Frankie,
tell Luca to go outside
and do you know what.
Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?
Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you?
Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ.
You've got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven
you've never seen evil so singularly personified
as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti.
I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle,
the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop,
so I can assume you've heard of us before.
Am I correct?
Clifford: I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the "How full of shit am I?"
question you've been asking yourself.
Coccotti: We're gonna have a little Q&A and at the risk of sounding redundant,
please make your answers genuine.
You want a Chesterfield?
Clifford: No.
Coccotti: I have a son of my own. About your boy's age.
I can imagine how painful this must be for you. But Clarence
and that bitch-whore girlfriend of his brought this all on themselves. I implore you
not to go down that road with them.
You can always take comfort in the fact you never had a choice.
Clifford: Look I'd like to help you if I could, but I...
haven't seen Clarence.
Coccotti: You see that?

[Holding a clenched fist, then striking Clifford.]

Clifford:Gah! Fuck!
Coccotti:That smarts, doesn't it?
Getting slammed in the nose. Fucks you all up.
You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water.
That ain't any kind of fun,
but what I have to offer you, that's as good as
it's gonna get.
And it won't ever get that good again.
We talked to your neighbors. They saw a Cadillac.
Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac,
parked in front of your trailer yesterday.
Mr. Worley, you seen your son?
Clifford: I seen him.
Coccotti: I can't be sure of how much of what he told you, so
in the chance you're in the dark about some of this, let me shed some light.
That whore your boy hangs around with,
her pimp is an associate of mine, and I don't just mean pimpin',
in other affairs he works for me in a courier capacity.
Well, apparently, that dirty little whore found out when we're gonna do some business,
'cause your son, the cowboy, and his flame, came in the room blazing,
and didn't stop 'till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.
Clifford: What are you talkin' about?
Coccotti: Talkin' about a massacre.
They snatched my narcotics, hightailed it outta there.
Woulda got away with it, but your son,
fuckhead that he is,
left his driver's license in the dead guy's hand. [laughing]
Clifford: You know, I don't believe you.
Coccotti: That's of minor importance,
what is of major fucking importance is that I believe you.
Where'd they go?
Clifford: On their honeymoon.
Coccotti: I'm getting angry
asking the same question a second time.
Where did they go?
Clifford: They didn't tell me.
Now you just wait a minute and listen to me. I haven't seen Clarence in three years.
He shows up yesterday with a young girl, sayin' that he got married.
He ask uh for, uh, some quick cash to go on a honeymoon,
he asked if he could borrow five hundred dollars.
I felt like helping him so I wrote him out a check.
We went to breakfast in the morning
and that's the last I saw of him.
So help me God.
They never thought to tell me where they were goin'.
And I never thought to ask.

[Coccotti nods at a henchman, who cuts Clifford's hand and pours alcohol on the wound.
Clifford screams in pain, gritting his teeth.
Luca returns from outside, closing the door behind him.]

Luca:(In Italian) Don Vincenzo, nothing is there.
Coccotti:(Also in Italian) That is not good.
(In English, to Clifford) You know,
Sicilians are great liars.
The best in the world.
I'm Sicilian. My father was the world heavyweight champion of Sicilian liars.
From growin' up with him I learned the pantomime.
There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away.
A guy's got seventeen pantomimes.
A woman's got twenty, a guy's got seventeen. But
if you know 'em
like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now,
what we got here is a little game of show and tell.
You don't wanna show me nothin'. But you're tellin' me everything.
I know you know where they are. So
tell me,
before I do some damage you won't walk away from.

[Pause]

Clifford: Could I have [clears throat] one of those Chesterfields now?
Coccotti: Sure.[passes one of the Chesterfields]
Clifford: You got a [puts the cigarette in his mouth]
match? Oh wait no no,
don't bother. I got one.
Clifford: You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford: You know,
I read a lot.
Especially about things in, uh,
about history.
I find that shit fascinating.
Here's a fact, I don't know whether you know or not,
Sicilians ... were spawned by niggers.
Coccotti:[raises eyebrows in disbelief] Come again? [laughs]
Clifford:No, i-i-it's a fact.
You see, uh,
Sicilians have black blood
pumpin' through their hearts.
If you don't believe me, you can look it up.
Hundreds and hundreds of years ago,
you see, the Moors conquered Sicily.
And the Moors are niggers.
Coccotti: Yes...
Clifford: So you see, way back then, uh,
Sicilians were like, uh,
wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes,
but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there,
and uh, well, they changed the whole country.
They did so much fucking with Sicilian women,
huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever.
That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became
black hair and dark skin.
You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day,
hundreds of years later,
that, uh,
that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene.
Now this...
[Coccotti laughs]
Clifford: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting...
history.
It's written.
It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti: [laughing] I love this guy.
[stumbling on words through his laughter] This guy.
Clifford: Your ancestors are niggers! Uh-huh.
[Coccotti is cracking up with laughter]
Hey.
Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother
fucked a nigger,
ho, ho, yeah,
and she had a half-nigger kid...
now, if that's a fact, tell me,
am I lying?
'Cause you,
[points at Coccotti] you're part
eggplant.
[All laughing]
Coccotti: Ohhh!
Clifford: Huh?
[while twisting his index finger in the air] Hey! Hey! Hey!
Coccotti: You're a cantaloupe. [laughing] Ohhh! This guy, beautiful.

[He kisses Clifford on the cheeks, then whispers something to his henchman,
stopping to turn around and chuckle at Clifford.
He continues, then turns around to reveal he was getting a gun from his henchman.
He lifts it and shoots Clifford in the head three times.]

Coccotti: I haven't killed anybody
[shoots Clifford's dead body] since 1984.
[shoots the body twice more] Go over to this comedian's son's apartment,
come back with something that tells me where that
asshole went, so I can wipe this egg off my face...

Post: #8

First you get the money. Then you get the power. And then you get the women.

Post: #9

Post: #10

Glengarry Glen Ross

Ricky Roma (Pacino) tears into Williamson (Spacey):

You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson… I’m talking to you, shithead… You just cost me six thousand dollars. (pause) Six thousand dollars. And one Cadillac. That’s right. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, asshole. You fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade? You stupid fucking cunt. You idiot. Whoever told you you could work with men? {...] I’m going to have your job, shithead. I’m going downtown and talk to Mitch and Murray, and I’m going to Lemkin. I don’t care whose nephew you are, who you know, whose dick you’re sucking on. You’re going out, I swear to you, you’re going… [...] Anyone in this office lives on their wits… [...] What you’re hired for is to help us- does that seem clear to you? To help us. Not to fuck us up… to help men who are going out there to try to earn a living. You fairy. You company man… I’ll tell you something else. I hope you knocked the joint off, I can tell our friend here something might help him catch you. (starts into the room) You want to learn the first rule you’d know if you ever spent a day in your life… you never open your mouth till you know what the shot is. (pause) You fucking child...

Post: #11

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears...in...rain. Time to die.

Roy Batty, Bladerunner

Post: #12

From Heat:

Post: #13

"The Priest and me, we lived by the same principles. It was only faith divided us. He gave me this, you know? That was the finest beating I ever took. My face was pulp. My guts was pierced, my ribs was all mashed up. And when he came to finish me, I couldn't look him in the eye. He spared me, because he wanted me to live in shame. This was a great man. A great man. So I out out the eye that looked away, I sent it to him wrapped in blue paper. I would've cut them both out if I could have fought him blind. And I rose back up again with a full heart... and buried him in his own blood. He was the only man I ever killed worth remembering."

Post: #14

Post: #15

Just watched Forrest Gump, and found this scene charming: Forrest muses upon seeing a distraught Jenny given into rage and emotion that she's spent all her energy fighting her demons...or literally ran out of rocks to throw at her old house. Knowing Forrest and his 75 IQ, might have been the latter, but who knows...

"Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks."

Post: #16

Post: #17

"You all can kiss my Rebel dick."

-Dennis Quaid, "Wyatt Earp"

Post: #18

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umhDCtOoJZ0

Post: #19

So much game wisdom in this scene. Never gets old.


" Any dude with a johnson's got shot because...cool comes from the inside"

Post: #20

The opening monolouge by Wilkinson is one of my all-time favorites. He should have won an Oscar for supporting actor. He plays a brilliant bi-polar lawyer. Fantastic movie with strong performances by all involved. Great directing. If you love thrillers, watch this movie.

Alternative version with the text:





A rare moment in a modern movie where a father encourages his son:

Post: #21

A: Vincent. Vincent. Where's the shore we're too far out.
V: You want to quit?
A: We're too far out
V: You want to quit?
A: No!

A: Vincent. How are you doing this, Vincent? How have you done any of this? We have to go back.
V: It's too late for that. We're closer to the other side
A: What other side? You want to drown us both?
V: You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it Anton. I never saved anything for the swim back.

^Dialogue starts at 2:52 but whole scene is great

Post: #22

scent of a woman

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGNhyEDhzPI

Post: #23

Shawshank redemption:

Get busy living or get busy dying

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLZEdhU-gGs

Post: #24

People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.

Post: #25

"You know, I got a hunch, fat man. I got a hunch it's me from here on in. One ball, corner pocket. I mean, that ever happen to you? You know, all of a sudden you feel like you can't miss? 'Cause I dreamed about this game, fat man. I dreamed about this game every night on the road. Five ball. You know, this is my table, man. I own it."