always tell the girls, never take it seriously. If ya never take
it seriously, ya never get hurt. Ya never get hurt, ya always have
fun. And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store
and visit your friends."
You should be happy for me. You don't know what he says to me in
private. Maybe it is love, as much as it can be, for somebody..."
have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that
my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have
to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do
I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah.
We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different."
am a man of constant sorrow, I've seen trouble all my days. I bid farewell
to old Kentucky, the place where I was born and raised."
look like a bunch of fifth grade sissies after a cat fight! You got
anger, that's good. You're gonna need it, son. You got aggression
- that's even better. You're gonna need that, too. But any little
two year-old child can throw a fit! Football is about controllin'
that anger, harnessin' that aggression into a team effort to achieve
perfection! Some coaches may cut a player if they think he's not
up to snuff, when they think he's hurtin' the team. This is a public
school program. I will never, ever cut a player who comes out to
play for me, but when you put that uniform on, that Titan uniform,
you better come to work. We
will be perfect in every aspect of the game. You drop a pass,
you run a mile. You miss a blockin' assignment, you run a mile. You
fumble the football, and I will break my foot off in your John Brown
hind parts and then you will run a mile. Perfection! Let's go to
"Find a truly original idea. It is the only way I will ever distinguish myself. It is the only way I will ever matter."
I go home, people ask me: 'Hey Hoot, why do you do it, man? Why,
you some kinda war junkie?' I won't say
a god-damn word. Why? They won't understand. They won't understand
why we do it. They won't understand it's about the men next
to you, and that's it. That's all it is."
"I thought you were gonna tell me what a bad eugoogoolizer I am?"
don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal...People
know me... I'm very
important. Uh, I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells
of rich mahogany."
car. Go to Mum's. Kill Phil - 'Sorry.' - Grab Liz. Go to the Winchester.
Have a nice cold pint, and wait for all this to blow over. How's
that for a slice of fried gold?"
there's three kinds of people: dicks, pussies, and assholes. Pussies
think everyone can get along, and dicks just want to f--k all the
time without thinking it through. But then you got your assholes,
Chuck. And all the assholes want us to s--t all over everything!
So, pussies may get mad at dicks once in a while, because pussies
get f--ked by dicks. But dicks also f--k assholes, Chuck. And if
they didn't f--k the assholes, you know what you'd get? You'd get
your dick and your pussy all covered in s--t!"
have no idea how bad it gets. And I'm not you. I can't make it on a
coupla high-altitude f--ks once or twice a year! You are too much for
me, Ennis. You son-of-a-whoreson-bitch. I wish I knew how
to quit you."
you decide to be somethin', you can be it. That's what they don't
tell ya in the church. When I was your age they would say we could
become cops or criminals. Today, what I'm saying to ya is this: when
you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference?"
is the rum always gone?"
you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it because, of
course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to work
it out. You want to be fooled."
"Yeah, it's the Juggernaut, bitch!"
"Want to know how I got these scars? My father was a drinker and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not one bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me, and he says: 'Why so serious?' He comes at me with the knife - 'Why so serious?!' He sticks the blade in my mouth. 'Let's put a smile on that face!' And why so serious?"
a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath
it that'll never be opened. And I thought, 'If I survive all this, I'll
go to that house, apologize to the mother there, and accept whatever
punishment she chose for me.' Prison,
death, it didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death,
you know, I wouldn't be in f--king Bruges. But then, like a flash, it
came to me, and I realized, 'F--k, man, maybe that's what Hell is. The
entire rest of eternity spent in f--king Bruges!' And I really, really
hoped I wouldn't die. I really, really hoped I wouldn't die."
"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are
looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I
do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired
over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people
like you. If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it.
I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't,
I will look for you, I will find
you, and I will kill you."
"Machete don't text."
"Sunnyside is a place of ruin and despair, ruled by an evil bear who smells of strawberries!"
you figure a way to live without serving a master, any master, then let
the rest of us know, will you? For you'd be the first person in the history
of the world."