Just like the derailed lyrics thread take a quote and twist it.
“There’s too many damn snakes on this damn plane.”
One snake is too many.
“You’re lack of faith is disturbing. As a matter of fact I just don’t like you.”
Toto, I don’t believe we’re in Ohio any more.
From West Side Story
MARIA: How many bullets are left, Chino? Enough for you? And you? All of you? WE ALL KILLED HIM! and my brother and Riff. I, too. I CAN KILL NOW BECAUSE I HATE NOW! How many can I
kill, Chino? How many-and still have one bullet left for me?
It’s a revolver, so it’s easy to tell how many bullets are left. In fact, just look into the cylinder and you’ll see them right there. Don’t forget to count the bullet that’s already in the chamber.
I’ll be back… in about 15 minutes.
“Fear leads to anger, anger leads to route one, route one leads to New York.”
I’ve often thought the blurb for The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe should have been. “Some doors were meant to be opened.”
Frankly, my dear…I don’t give a Rhett’s ass.
RICK BLAINE: I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that.
ILSA: You condescending mansplaining ass! The entire world is at war. Do you think I’m so stupid I can’t understand that!
To be, or not to be–hell, what does the boarding pass say?
N/M.
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli. The shells don’t stay crisp very long, capisce?
We’ll always have Paris. In a metaphorical sense, I mean, since the Nazis are occupying the city.
In the beginning…
was a fantastic song by Chicago, if a tad long.
“Are you talkin to me?”
It’s time to see a psychiatrist when you start arguing with yourself.
In space no one can hear you scream, except for the people who are tuned in to the frequency your space suit radio is transmitting on.
I’ll make him a reasonable offer, and I’ll be willing to negotiate the terms until he accepts it.
“I have a dream…” that I can’t find my classroom, and I’m the teacher!
Friends, Romans, countrymen, shouldn’t I be speaking Latin?
“Après moi, le déluge”
Your majesty, with all due respect I must sadly advise that you do not control the weather.
“I shall return” this too-small shirt to the store. Good thing I kept the receipt!
Four score and seven years ago, which works out to eighty-seven years if my math is right…