Game time!

Ok, since things are a little on the light side today, I’d like to start up a little game that is based off of a bulletin post from ‘s MySpace (w00t! Cross web site memes FTW!). I figured it might be pretty cool for those of who would like to play to pick out and announce one of your favorite movies on your LiveJournal.

Then in the comments section, everyone adds their favorite quotes from that particular movie. This way, if anyone on your friend’s list has never seen that movie, they may be better tempted to rent it out and join in the movie quoting goodness. 🙂

So my movie choice is Pulp Fiction and I’ll start off with one of my favorite scenes in the movie:

“The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He’d be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy’s birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.”

If you feel like playing, add a Pulp Fiction quote in my comments section, then place a movie you enjoy into your LJ so that I (and others) can add our favorite quotes. 🙂

10 replies on “Game time!”

VINCENT: Well, in Amsterdam, you can buy beer in a movie theatre. And I don’t mean in a paper cup either. They give you a glass of beer, like in a bar. In Paris, you can buy beer at MacDonald’s. Also, you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

JULES: They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?

VINCENT: No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn’t know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.

JULES: What’d they call it?

VINCENT: Royale with Cheese.

JULES: Royale with Cheese. What’d they call a Big Mac?

VINCENT: Big Mac’s a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.

JULES: What do they call a Whopper?

VINCENT: I dunno, I didn’t go into a Burger King. But you know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup?

JULES: What?

VINCENT: Mayonnaise.

JULES: Goddamn!

VINCENT: I seen ’em do it. And I don’t mean a little bit on the side of the plate, they fuckin’ drown ’em in it.

Yay!!! I love that entire dialogue as well and I’ve got no issies with that. Actually at one of my previous jobs, a co-worker and I quoted that entire dialogue during our lunch while eating Big Macs. We had the place in tears… 🙂

Actually, that’s one of the reasons I love this movie so much. So many great conversations throughout the entire film without the need of excessive violence or sex, which is always A-OK in my book. 🙂

“Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know ’cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherfucker. “

“Who’s motorcycle is this?”

“Its not a motorcycle, its a chopper.”

“Who’s chopper is this?”

“Its Zed’s”

“Who’s Zed?”

“Zed’s dead baby, Zed’s dead.”

“AK-47: for when you absolutely, positively, have to kill every motherfucker in the room.”

Lance:You’re going to give her an injection of adrenaline directly to her heart. But she’s got, uh, breastplates…
[taps Mia’s chest]

Lance: You’ve got to pierce through that. So what you have to do is, you have to bring the needle down in a stabbing motion.
[demonstrates]

Vincent: I-I gotta stab her three times?

Lance: No, you don’t gotta fucking stab her three times! You gotta stab her once, but it’s gotta be hard enough to break through her breastplate into her heart, and then once you do that, you press down on the plunger.

Vincent: What happens after that?

Lance: I’m kinda curious about that myself.

“Is there a sign in front of my house that says “Dead N***er Storage?”

(I can’t bring myself to type the whole word!!)

Mia: Don’t you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don’t know. That’s a good question.
Mia: That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

To that, I say…Amen.

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