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Almost Famous The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.
If I die, tell Rolling Stone that my last words were "I'm on drugs!"
You're too sweet for rock and roll.
Feck you!
What, are you like the star of your school?
Russell. Jeff. Ed. Larry. I really love your band. I think the song "Fever Dog" is a big step forward for you guys. I think you guys producing it yourselves, instead of Glyn Johns, was the right thing to do. And the guitar sound... is incindiary. Incendiary. Way to go.
I always tell the girls never take it seriously. If you never take it seriously then you never get hurt. If you never get hurt then you always have fun, and if you ever get lonely you can just go to the record store and visit your friends.
How old are you?
Is it that hard to make us look cool?!
It's all happening!
The DishTagline: As Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon, our only link was a satellite dish in rural Australia with a few bugs (And a few hundred sheep). High Fidelity Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable? Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music?
Should I bolt every time I get that feeling in my gut when I meet someone new? Well, I've been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I've come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.
Liking both Marvin Gaye and Art Garfunkel is like supporting both the Israelies and the Palestinians.
We're no longer called Sonic Death Monkey. We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive, but just for tonight, we are Barry Jive and his Uptown Five.
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade Mr. Havlok? Anybody? ...Everyone's lost but me.
This is the second time I've had to reclaim my property from you!
Listen. Since I've met you I've nearly been incinerated, drowned, shot at, and chopped into fish bait. We're caught in the middle of something sinister here, my guess is dad found out more than he was looking for and until I'm sure, I'm going to continue to do things the way I think they should be done.
They're trying to kill us!
Henry Jones: I didn't know you could fly a plane.
Tell me about this miserable little diary of yours. The book is useless and yet you come all the way back to Berlin to get it. Why? Why? What are you hiding? What does the diary tell you that it doesn't tell us?
I'm like a bad penny, I always turn up.
I'm as human as the next man.
Sorry about the head but I thought that you were one of them.
Nazis. I hate these guys.
Archaeology is the search for fact... not truth.
Henry Jones: You call THIS archaeology?!
What's this?
Sallah, I said NO camels! That's FIVE camels; can't you count?
Walter Donovan: Germany has declared war on the Jones boys.
Sallah: Please, what does it always mean, this... this "Junior"?
the Labyrinth You have to understand my position. I'm a coward. And Jareth scares me.
That's not fair!
Give me the child.
But I must warn you that one of us always tells the truth and one of us always lies. That's the rules too, he always lies.
Give me the child. Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great. You have no power over me.
It's a crystal, nothing more. But if you turn it this way, and look into it, it will show you your dreams. But this is not a gift for an ordinary girl, who takes care of a screaming baby. Do you want it? Then forget the baby!
Ow! It bit me!
What exactly have you sworn to?
Sir Ludo, canst thou summon the very rocks?
You remind me of the babe.
Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one.
SneakersTagline: We could tell you what it's about. But then, of course, we'd have to kill you It's always the green one.
You know I could have been in the NSA, but they found out my parents were married.
There I was in prison. And one day I help a couple of older gentlemen make some free telephone calls. They turn out to be, let us say, good family men.
Pollution. Crime. Drugs, poverty, disease, hunger, despair--we throw GOBS of money at them and problems only get worse. Why is that? Because money's most powerful ability is to allow bad people to continue doing bad things at the expense of those who don't have it.
Who else is going to change the world, Marty? Greenpeace?
There's a war out there, old friend. A world war. And it's not about who's got the most bullets. It's about who controls the information. What we see and hear, how we work, what we think... it's all about the information.
We got bubkes! We turn ourselves in now, they'll give us twenty years in the electric chair!
Whistler: I want peace on earth and good will toward man.
Now what are you saying, the NSA killed Kennedy?
Cattle mutilations are up.
It's fascinating what 50 bucks will get you at the county recorder's office. Playtronics Corporate Headquarters, the complete blueprints.
Posit: People think a bank might be financially shaky.
I cannot kill my friend. [to his henchman] Kill my friend.
Trainspotting We would have injected vitamin C if only they had made it illegal!
We called him Mother Superior on account of the length of his habit.
People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking 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 fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
Did you bring the cards?
Well, he's always been lacking in moral fiber.
Doesn't it make you proud to be Scottish?
Useless motherfucker - that's what she called me! "It's either me or Iggy Pop!" she says.
This was to be my final hit, but let's be clear about this. There's final hits and final hits. What kind was this to be?
Now I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways. It wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal. Or we'd outgrown each other, you know, that sort of thing. But let's face it, I ripped them off - my so called mates. But Begbie, I couldn't give a shit about him. And Sick Boy, well he'd done the same to me, if he'd only thought of it first. And Spud, well okay, I felt sorry for Spud - he never hurt anybody. So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaing up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you.The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in
the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.
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