-Are you a God?
-No.
-Then... DIE!
-Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say "YES"!

Ghostbusters! <3

From the best scene ever made:

Jules: "Describe what does Marcellus Wallace look like?"
Brett: "What?"
Jules: "Say 'what' again! SAY.... 'WHAT'.... AGAIN! I dare you! I double dare you Motherfucker! Say 'what' one more goddamn time!"
Brett: "He's black"
Jules: "Go on."
Brett: "He's bald."
Jules: "Does he look like a bitch?"
Brett: "What? (Jules shoots him in the arm. Brett screams in pain)"
Jules: "DOES... HE.... LOOK... LIKE... A BITCH?"
Brett (screaming): "Nooo!"
Jules: "Then why you tryin' to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?"
Brett: "I didn't!"
Jules: "Yes you did! Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace."

"You're the disease. I'm the cure"


"I could have killed 'em all, I could kill you. In town you're the law, out here it's me. Don't push it. Don't push it or I'll give you a war you won't believe. Let it go. Let it go."


"I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and, the blackest eyes... the *devil's* eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... *evil*."

Cop: I don't know anything about any fucking setup... you can torture me all you want...
Mr. Blonde: Torture ya! That's a good... that's a good idea, I like that!

"...so pretty please with sugar on top, clean the fucking car!"

"Count Dooku!"

"I know more of this world than you can even dream. That is why I must destroy it! "
"I am the rocks of the eternal shore. Crash against me and be broken!"

X-men cartoon was awesome.

"real is just a matter of perception"

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."

"I just figured she was a raging alcoholic"

"Have your grandmother pull the car over"