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[Fantom]

-Run Forest, run
-I just felt like running
-And that's all I have to say about it.
-It happens... - What? Shit... (Shit happens)

Од Форест Гамп

 

[Fantom]

Take us some ice cream and i will give you 5 dollars, OK?
OK, but give me the money first...
Oh, I sead dollams, but you said OK, go get us some ice cream.
Give me the dollams then
I don't have dollams, take this 10 dollars.

Бизнис и пол, од Глуп и поглуп

 

[Mac))]

Lethal Weapon 3
Riggs : We're back,we're bad,You're black,i'm mad

Troy :
Achilis : Do you know what is behind the beach?
-Immortality,take it.It's your's !!

 

[Димитар]

Разговор за Voyager на Gegen и Veer (членови на многу понапредна раса, чии Aliens личaт на рептили, се смета дека се потекло од диносаурусите кои живееле на земјата) Geren пробува да се поврзе на главниот компјутер да дојде до податоците на бродот...

- Gegen почнува да скенира "Haha simple binary system. i have downloaded their database."
- Veer: Wow. That was fast

 

[Димитар]

Crvenkapa (Hoodwinked 2005)

Inspector: Or she could just be another victim... of a hungry Wolf
The Wolf: Ah, the wolf did it. Talk about profiling.
Inspector: Why should we trust someone who wears disguises for a living?
Chief Grizzly: Maybe he's not a wolf at all!
The Wolf: You got me. I'm a poodle. I just haven't been to the barbershop.

:pos2: :pos2:

 

[Dilan]

-who's chopper is this?
-Zed's
-Who's Zed?
-Zed's dead, baby....Zed's dead...
brrrrrrrmmmmmmmm.........

 

[Mac))]

American Pie 2 :
Stifler :
Howdy Howdy Fucking partners

 

[Dilan]

Hannibal:

-I don't know if he wants to kill her, fuck her or eat her?
-I presume all tree, but I'm not sure in which order precise.

 

[Punisher]

"The Gladiator "

Maximus: My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.

 

[АнГеЛ]

Аstra La Vista, Baby

 

[Zer0_CooL]

We are the knights who say "Ni" - The Holy Grail (Monty Pyton)

 

[Big_Baka]

V for Vendetta
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"Voila. In view, a humble vaudevilian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichysoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." (Ова на памет си го научив :uvo

--(In simpler words) Behold! Before you is a humble stage performer, cast, against his will, by the whims of fate, to the roles of both victim and villain. The face you see now is not just some meaningless costume. It is a remnant of the People's Voice, which has since gone and disappeared. However, this past annoyance stands courageously reborn and has sworn to conquer the evil and corrupt, who promote greed and the violent suppression of free will. The only choice is vengeance; a personal war held as a promise, but not in vain, for the importance and self-evidence of this quest shall one day exonerate the watchful and the righteous. But in truth, this thick soup of words has become too excessive. So, let me simply finish by saying that it's my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V.

• Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security, the familiar, the tranquility, repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.

There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance, and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, think, and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillence coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

(На огледалото кај V) Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici ("By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.")

V: "We are oft to blame in this. 'Tis too much proved that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself."
2nd Fingerman: What does that mean?
V: "Spare the rod..." :zlo:

Да премногу го сакам филмот Ама стрипот е боље - у филмот го наприле од анархист, во freedom fighter.

 

[Setsuko]

What is you deepest fear?

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkenss that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won`t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
It`s not just in some of us, it`s in everyone.
And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously
give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

 

[VORTEX]

До коске- Пуши к**ац....оде палац

 

[Serpico]

Scent Of A Woman (Ал Пачино)

--- сцена во авионот... го просветлува малиот Крис О Донел со мало резиме на ЖЕНАТА

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.