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And now I see that it's contagious.
Closer was shit. Melodramatic nonsense with pithy lines.
And now I see that it's contagious.
Pretty much every line from In the Loop.
An example exchange:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwGZinTeodc
Closer was shit. Melodramatic nonsense with pithy lines.
Surprised this took so long. Amazing scene, and just makes me sad about Tony Scott all over again.
Other Tony Scott classic confrontation: Denzel and Hackman at the end of Crimson Tide.
Accusing Closer of being melodramatic and criticizing the writing as being pithy is ridiculous. Closer is played pretty straight within the context of things. Do you know what melodrama is? Have you even seen Closer?
I really liked the final part of Person of Interest S01E4:
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"Look up idiot in the dictionary, you know what you'll find?"
"...uhh, a picture of me?"
"No, a definition of the word idiot, which you FUCKING are."
This entire MOVIE is nothing but a series of fucking beautiful exchanges.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcI-2sTCvDY
Arthur Jensen: You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU... WILL... ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that... perfect world... in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
Howard Beale: Why me?
Arthur Jensen: Because you're on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.
Howard Beale: I have seen the face of God.
Arthur Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.
Edmond Dantès;44717032 said:Lawrence of Arabia at the well.
"So, you came back to die with your city"
"No. I came back to stop you."
I remember thinking it would've been cooler if he said
"So, you came back to die with your city"
"No. I came back to kill with it."
"Where do these stairs go?"
"... They go up."
"Are you a God?"
"Well...no?"
"Then DIE."
"Ray. The next time, someone asks you, if you are a god? You say YES."
"This meal represents the last of the petty cash."
"Slow down. Chew your food."
"Things were going fine, until Dickless here shut down the containment grid."
"They caused an explosion!"
"Is this true?"
"Yes, it's true. This man has no dick."
Arthur turned to Ford -- he hadn't quite got this place worked out in his mind.
"Look, surely," he said, "if the Universe is about to end ... don't we go with it?"
Ford gave him a three-Pan-Galactic-Gargle-Blaster look, in other words a rather unsteady one.
"No," he said, "look," he said, ''as soon as you come into this dive you get held in this sort of amazing force-shielded temporal warp thing. I think."
"Oh," said Arthur. He turned his attention back to a bowl of soup he'd managed to get from the waiter to replace his steak.
"Look," said Ford. "I'll show you."
He grabbed at a napkin off the table and fumbled hopelessly with it.
"Look," he said again, "imagine this napkin, right, as the temporal Universe, right? And this spoon as a transductional mode in the matter curve ... "
It took him a while to say this last part, and Arthur hated to interrupt him.
"That's the spoon I was eating with," he said.
"All right," said Ford, "imagine this spoon" -- he found a small wooden spoon on a tray of relishes -- "this spoon" -- but found it rather tricky to pick up -- "no, better still this fork ..."
"Hey, would you let go of my fork?" snapped Zaphod.
"All right," said Ford, "all right, all right. Why don't we say ... why don't we say that this wineglass is the temporal Universe ..."
"What, the one you've just knocked on the floor?"
"Did I do that?"
"Yes."
"All right," said Ford, "forget that. I mean ...I mean, look, do you know -- do you know how the Universe actually began for a kick off?"
"Probably not," said Arthur, who wished he'd never embarked on any of this.
"All right," said Ford, "imagine this. Right. You get this bath. Right. A large round bath. And it's made of ebony."
"Where from?" said Arthur. "Harrods was destroyed by the Vogons."
"Doesn't matter."
"So you keep saying."
"Listen."
"All right."
"You get this bath, see? Imagine you've got this bath. And it's ebony. And it's conical."
"Conical?" said Arthur. "What sort of ..."
"Shhh!" said Ford. "It's conical. So what you do is, you see, you fill it with fine white sand, all right? Or sugar. Fine white sand, and/or sugar. Anything. Doesn't matter. Sugar's fine. And when it's full, you pull the plug out ... are you listening?"
"I'm listening."
"You pull the plug out, and it all just twirls away, twirls away you see, out of the plughole."
"I see."
"You don't see. You don't see at all. I haven't got to the clever bit yet. You want to hear the clever bit?"
"Tell me the clever bit."
"I'll tell you the clever bit."
Ford thought for a moment, trying to remember what the clever bit was.
"The clever bit," he said, "is this. You film it happening."
"Clever," agreed Arthur.
"You get a movie camera, and you film it happening."
"Clever."
"That's not the clever bit. This is the clever bit, I remember now that this is the clever bit. The clever bit is that you then thread the film in the projector ... backward!"
"Backward?"
"Yes. Threading it backward is definitely the clever bit. So then, you just sit and watch it, and everything just appears to spiral upward out of the plughole and fill the bath. See?"
"And that's how the Universe began, is it?" said Arthur.
"No," said Ford, "but it's a marvelous way to relax."
He reached for his wineglass.
"Where's my wineglass?" he said.
"It's on the floor."
"Ah."
Closer was shit. Melodramatic nonsense with pithy lines.
Tony Soprano: [over the phone] It's a bad connection so I'm gonna talk fast! The guy you're looking for is an ex-commando! He killed sixteen Chechen rebels single-handed!
Paulie 'Walnuts' Gualtieri: Get the fuck outta here.
Tony Soprano: Yeah. Nice, huh? He was with the Interior Ministry. Guy's like a Russian green beret. He can not come back and tell this story. You understand?
Paulie Walnuts Gualitieri: I hear ya /hangs up
Paulie walnuts Gualitieri: You're not going to believe this. He killed sixteen Czechoslovakians? Guy was an Interior decorator.
Christopher Moltesante: His house looked like shit.
They do. But Arnold was his greatest foe. That's why he mirrored what said.I don't get it. Wouldn't Predators know what humans are.
Was going to post this too. The whole Mia / Vincent act is so good. Pulp Fiction's stand out part in my opinion.
I like the Christopher one, where he's explaining how he came up with ideas for his screenplay.Tony Soprano: [over the phone] It's a bad connection so I'm gonna talk fast! The guy you're looking for is an ex-commando! He killed sixteen Chechen rebels single-handed!
Paulie 'Walnuts' Gualtieri: Get the fuck outta here.
Tony Soprano: Yeah. Nice, huh? He was with the Interior Ministry. Guy's like a Russian green beret. He can not come back and tell this story. You understand?
Paulie Walnuts Gualitieri: I hear ya /hangs up
Paulie walnuts Gualitieri: You're not going to believe this. He killed sixteen Czechoslovakians? Guy was an Interior decorator.
Christopher Moltesante: His house looked like shit.