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[TheRedLightning]

Jag såg Det våras för rymden först och Star Trek och Star Wars efter. Det blev ganska kul det med...

Jao, så kan man också göra. Star Trek vet jag att jag såg efter men filmen är rolig som den är också, blir ju bara roligare om man förstår referenserna.

 

[LadyCovergirl]

Eller den jag och min bästa kompis alltid kör (TV-serie): "Yes, I knoooooooow!"

Fawlty towers med ungefär världens bitchigaste Sybil

 

[MidnightSoul]

Som en artig vild man.

 

[TheRedLightning]

"My heart is stone, and still it trembles."

 

[Efwa]

Fawlty towers med ungefär världens bitchigaste Sybil

Jaaaa, någon som vet var det kommer ifrån.

 

[LadyCovergirl]

Jaaaa, någon som vet var det kommer ifrån.

Jag älskar Fawlty towers Mitt favoritavsnitt är det med tyskarna. "How ever could they win?"

 

[Kilauea]

Jaaaa, någon som vet var det kommer ifrån.

Här är ett till Fawlty towers-fan.
"It's a rat"
"No, he's not a rat, he's a chamster"

 

[Kilauea]

Och...
"I know noooothing"

Eller
"I can speak English" - och den stackars majoren tror det är älghuvudet som pratar

 

[Oldie]

"Here´s looking at you kid". - Humphrey Bogart i Casablanca.

 

[Tassetass]

Robin Williams.

"So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right? … You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."

 

[Oldie]

Robin Williams.

"So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right? … You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."

Styckesavdelning, snälla.

 

[Tassetass]

Styckesavdelning, snälla.

Jag vet inte hur repliken, eller kanske snarare monologen (?), är avsedd att styckeindelas. Jag kan gissa, men jag avstår helst.

 

[TheRedLightning]

Kan inte påminna mig om att jag sett den här i tråden än:

 

[Oldie]

It's a hundred and six miles to Chicago ...

 

[Seabaz]

Kan inte påminna mig om att jag sett den här i tråden än:

Den använder jag när jag har turister på ridtur. Jag rider alltid med ett dressyrspö och får ofta frågan om det är för att piska hästarna.
Svarar alltid att det är för att piska kunderna men förklarar sedan att nej, det är för att hålla hästar bakom mig, jag sträcker ut den på sidorna för att hindra en häst för att trava för fort, som Gandalfs stick, "You shall not pass"

 

[TheRedLightning]

Den använder jag när jag har turister på ridtur. Jag rider alltid med ett dressyrspö och får ofta frågan om det är för att piska hästarna.
Svarar alltid att det är för att piska kunderna men förklarar sedan att nej, det är för att hålla hästar bakom mig, jag sträcker ut den på sidorna för att hindra en häst för att trava för fort, som Gandalfs stick, "You shall not pass"

Ungefär som det blivit en meme att t ex lärarna använder det till eleverna att de inte ska klara de tuffa proven, iof sig bara skämt men blir rätt kul. Den e verkligen en gammal klassiker.

 

[Tassetass]

Ungefär som det blivit en meme att t ex lärarna använder det till eleverna att de inte ska klara de tuffa proven, iof sig bara skämt men blir rätt kul. Den e verkligen en gammal klassiker.

Bäst var ju när Ian McKellen själv sa det till eleverna vid en skola.

 

[TheRedLightning]

Bäst var ju när Ian McKellen själv sa det till eleverna vid en skola.

Naaaaw~~

 

[cewe]

"Det skulle du ha tänkt på liiiite tidigare..."

Någon som minns? Svensk film.

En av min och sambons favvo-repliker vi kör konstant
Från filmen G

 

[TheRedLightning]