carry on a conversation using only movie quotes...

Like the sign says, "speed's just a question of money. How fast can you go?"

 

You've got no imagination. You couldn't decide what to do with all that money, so you had to get what everybody else wanted.

 

Let me tell ya a little story, Brewster. When I was seven years old, my daddy caught me smoking a Blunt. Locked me in a broom closet for two days and two nights with nothing more than a box of Blunts and a book of matches. No food, Brewster. No water, just those god damn Blunts. Wouldn't let me out till I finished every last one of them. Taught me one HELL of a lesson! I'm gonna do to you what my daddy did to me. I'm gonna teach you to HATE spending money. I'm gonna make you so sick of spending money that the mere sight of it will make you wanna throw up!

 

:toetap:The worst thing is that he made me move in here where my children are in school with only one other black kid so they won't be improperly influenced. Well, guess what John, YOU'RE the motherfuckin' improper influence! Get your shit! Get your shit! And, get out!

 

When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher's knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross!

 

But I'll bet muggings are down, and they're afraid to tell us.

 

Amputate a man's leg and he can still feel it tickling. Tell me, mum, when your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you?

 

You're a... you're a complex Freudian hallucination having something to do with my mother and I don't know why you have wings, but you have very lovely legs and you're a very nice tiny person and what am I saying, I don't know who my mother was; I'm an orphan and I've never done drugs because I missed the sixties, I was an accountant.....

 

Reality is a deadly place. I hope this trip is a good one.

 

The mortician said that Death has a design. Okay. I'm talking about omens. How do we know that just by sitting here - by, by sipping this coffee, or breathing the air, or even crossing the intersection - that we haven't even started in motion the events that will some day lead to our death: forty years from now, ten years from now, tomorrow. We don't. Unless we open ourselves up...

 

This ain't no funeral home! It ain't the Terror Dome, neither! Welcome to Hell, motherfuckers!

 

Such a limited imagination! Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, and its sound is like razors through flesh.

 

Woah, Woah, Woah! Wait a minute! You guys aren't one of those freaky cults are you? Ya know, who dance naked and you want us to take off our clothes and feed us special punch?

 

Sir? Your Deaconship? Good day! Or night. Whatever the case may be... the
Depth Gauge: I thought you should know. There's exactly nine feet and four inches of THE BLACK STUFF

 

This is it. That moment they told us in high school where one day, algebra would save our lives.

 

What is this fascination with truancy? What is it that gets inside of your heads? There are some teachers at this high school who look the other way at truants. It's a little game you both play. They pretend they don't see you, and you pretend you don't ditch! Now, in the end, who pays the price? YOU!

 

(No laughter) cricket sounds...

(Nervously adjusts tie) "Oh, tough crowd, tough crowd..."

 

Hey Professor, take it easy. These kids were in grade school at the time, and as for me... I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover.

 

Is this one of those tough guy bars?

 

The football team at my high school, they were tough. After they sacked the quarterback, they went after his family.