Jimmy Rabbitte: I’d like to introduce you to the hardest-workin’ band in the world. On bass, Derek “Meatman” Scully. On piano, Steven “Soul Surgeon” Clifford. Dean “Mr Nipple” Fay on sax. Joey “The Lips” Fagan on trumpet. Our gorgeous chanteuses are Bernie, Imelda, and Natalie. Deco “Deep Throat” Cuffe on vocals. On lead guitar, Outspan “Fender bender” Foster. Finally, on drums, Mickah “Don’t Fuck With Me” Wallace. Ladies and gentlemen, The Commitments.
It’s the only movie quote that can actually make me stand up and applaud.
Then you should have enjoyed the scene where the old geezer - with the Lothario touch - Joey The Lips Fagan arrives at the young bandleader’s house, and his dad calls out to the aspiring Clapton: “Elvis’s just arrived on his scooter.”
I watched The Incredibles the other day en famille on DVD, and promptly fell asleep. However, I enjoyed the anti-PC diatribe where Mr. I despairs at the forced egalitarianism of his son’s elementary school. Mocking the notion that you can have a “Graduation Ceremony” when time comes to move on to Grade 5 from Grade 4 , he rants: “They keep finding ways to celebrate mediocrity.”
“I do have a test today. That wasn’t bullshit. It’s on European socialism. I mean, really, what’s the point? I’m not European, I don’t plan on being European, so who gives a crap if they’re socialists? They could be fascist anarchists; it still wouldn’t change the fact that I don’t own a car.”
“Pardon my French, but Cameron is so tight, if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks you’d have a diamond.”
Captain Renault: “Which makes Rick a citizen of the world!”
Customer: “I am the president of the second largest bank in Brussels!”
Waiter: “The president of the largest bank in Brussels is now our pastry-chef.”
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Customer: “We have something to look forward to…”
Waiter: “And his father is the bellboy.”
Sandra: What are you going to do?
Todd: I am going kill them all, Sir. (or something like that)
Unforgiven
Little Bill: You coward! You just shot an unarmed man!
Munny: He should have armed himself then, if he is going to decorate his bar with the body of my dead friend.
Little Bill: Duck, I says.