Yippie Kay Yey Motherfucker - Bruce Willis

Pulp Fiction:

Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.

i moj omiljeni ...

Jules: Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.

Nisu najbolje replike sigurno, ali u poslednje vreme, najsimpaticnije.. Iz filma Night at the museum:


Easter Island Head: Hey! Dum-dum!
 Larry: Yes?
 Easter Island Head: You give me gum-gum!
 Larry: I give you gum-gum?
 Easter Island Head: You new Dum-dum. You give me gum-gum.
 Larry: Gee, okay, you know what? I have no gum-gum. Sorry. And my name isn't Dum-dum. My name's Larry.
 Easter Island Head: No, your name Dum-dum.
 [People screaming]
 Easter Island Head: Oh, you in trouble, Dum-dum. You'd better run-run. From Attila the Hun-hun.
 [Larry runs as Attila and his gang are chasing him]
 Easter Island Head: See you later, Dum-dum!
 Larry: [on his second night at the museum] Morning, dum-dum.
 Easter Island Head: Me no dum-dum. You dum-dum. You bring me gum-gum?
 Larry: Yes I did, fathead.
 [holds up a handful of gum]
 Larry: Lots and lots of gum-gum.
 Easter Island Head: Mmm!

I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

  You Gotta Ask Youreself Question, Do I Feel Lucky.  - Zakon

"Frankly my dear Scarlet, I don't give a damn." Prohujalo s vihorom
I ono iz Pulp Fiction od crnje u grilu"You dont want me to get scared, cause when motherfuckers get scared, motherfuckers get killed" (napisite original ako znate)

Prijatelj Milan je ispao iz voza , a prijatelj Zika dobacuje kroz prozor:"Prijatelju,papuche si zaboravio, papuche"   

SLC Punk!

Stevo: Wait, time out. I just wanted to ask real quick, if I can. You believe in rebellion, freedom and love, right?
Mom: Absolutely, yes.
Dad: Rebellion, freedom, love.
Stevo: You two are divorced. So love failed. Two: Mom, your a New Ager, clinging to every scrap of Eastern religion that may justify why the above said love failed. Three: Dad, you're a slick, corporate, preppy-ass lawyer. I don't really have to say anything else about you do I dad? Four: You move from New York City, the Mecca and hub of the cultural world to Utah! Nowhere! To change nothing! More to perpetuate this cycle of greed, fascism and triviality. Your movement of the people, by and for the people got you... nothing! You just hide behind some lost sense of drugs, sex and rock and roll. Ooooh, Kumbaya! I am the future! I am the future of this great nation which you, father, so arrogantly saved this world for. Look, I have my own agenda. Harvard, out. University of Utah, in. I'm gonna get a 4.0 in damage. I love you guys! Don't get me wrong, it's all about this. But for the first time in my life, I'm 18 and I can say "FUUUUUCK YOU!"
Dad: Steven, I didn't sell out son. I bought in. Keep that in mind. That kid's gonna make a hell of a lawyer, huh?
Mom: Yeah, he takes after his father. He's a son of a bitch.
Dad: Well fuck you dear.

---

Stevo: The Fight: What does it mean and where does it come from? An Essay: Homosapien. A man. He is alone in the universe. A punker. Still a man. He is alone in the universe, but he connects. How? They hit each other. No clearer way to evaluate whether or not you're alive. Now. Complications. A reason to fight. Somebody different. Difference creates dispute. Dispute is a reason to fight. Now, to fight is a reason to feel pain. Life is pain. So to fight with reason is to be alive with reason. Final analysis: To fight, a reason to live. Problems and Contradictions: I am an anarchist. I believe that there should be no rules, only chaos. Fighting appears to be chaos. And when we slam in the pit a show it is. But when we fight for a reason, like rednecks, there's a system, we fight for what we stand for, chaos. Fighting is a structure, fighting is to establish power, power is government and government is not anarchy. Government is war and war is fighting. The circle goes like this: our redneck skirmishes are cheap perversions of conventional warfare. War implies extreme government because wars are fought to enforce rules or ideals, even freedom. But other people ideals forced on someone else, even if it is something like freedom, is still a rule; not anarchy. This contradiction was becoming clear to me in the fall of '85. Even as early as my first party, "Why did I love to fight?" I framed it, but still, I don't understand it. It goes against my beliefs as a true anarchist. But there it was. Competition, fighting, capitalism, government, THE SYSTEM. That's what we did. It's what we always did. Rednecks kicked the shit out of punks, punks kicked the shit out of mods, mods kicked the shit out of skinheads, skinheads took out the heavy metal guys, and the heavy metal guys beat the living shit out of new wavers and the new wavers did nothing. What was the point? Final summation? None.

,,Me, I want what's come to me. The world,chico, and everything in it."-Scarface
,,I didn't hear the bell".-Rockey

princeza lea:"Han, i love you !"
Han Solo:" I know"