Markie Mark hands Phoenix a throw away gun, and says "Its better to be judged by twelve than carried by six."

Sorry, but I laughed my a$$ off...and the realized how true it was.

 

umm dude.... that has been a bumper sticker for atleast 20 years....

I belive it is a credited to Booker Taliaferro Washington (April 5, 1856 – November 14, 1915) almost 100 years ago.

 

That was a pretty good movie.

 

That one's been around for awhile.

 

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny and evil, blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill sheperds the weak through the valley of darkness for he is truly his brothers keeper and the finder of lost children, and i will strike down upon thee with great vengance and curious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers, and you will know my name is the lord when I lay my vengance upon thee" Jules Winnfield. thats the best movie quote

 

( I cant remeber the titles to either movie, my mind is numb right now.)

 

Yea those are pretty good but I always think of Samuel L Jackson in Pulp Fiction

"Which wallet is yours?"
"The one that says bad motha fuc#er on it!"

 

my buddy got one of those "BAD M****R ********R" wallets, he thought it was gay and gave it to me. i looked at it for a second and then threw it out the window.

sorry to all of you tree huggers

 

ya that'd be my number 2. ok honey bunny

 

Whats this? People peeing on my parade...first time I had ever heard it.

One of the best movie quotes would be...

Carl: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, the Lama---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

or

Tyler Durden: You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else

or

Greg Focker: You can milk just about anything with nipples.
Jack Byrnes: I have nipples, Greg, could you milk me?

or my all time fave!

Kilgore: You either surf or you fight!
Willard: Are you crazy God d it? Don't you think its a little risky for some R&R?
Kilgore: If I say its safe to surf this beach Captain, then its safe to surf this beach. I mean I'm not afraid to surf this place, I'll surf this whole freaking place!
Kilgore: Charlie don't surf!

 

I always liked "bring in the gimp"

 

Best Pulp Fiction quotes...

Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHER*******ER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, mother*******er. Say what one more go***mn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to f**k him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to f**k him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be f ed by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.

or

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

or

The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

 

Lemme help ya...

Zed: Bring out the Gimp.
Maynard: But the Gimp's sleeping.
Zed: Well, I guess you're gonna have to go wake him up now, won't you?

 

you guys watch too many movies

 

FABIENNE: Butch, whose motorcycle is this?
BUTCH: It’s a chopper.
FABIENNE: Whose chopper is this?
BUTCH: Zed’s.
FABIENNE: Who’s Zed?
BUTCH: Zed’s dead, baby, Zed’s dead.