Marre nga Pulp Fiction :
Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to **** him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to **** him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
[Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation]
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?
Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible
imagine there's no countries...
nje fjale, nje kuptim...
:))))
, LoL
v for vendetta: atje ku prisja te hiqte masken ti shikonim turicka
ajo pjese me ka mbetur ne mendje mbeta me presh ne dore lol
lord of the rings: i gjith filmi por pjesa qe kam ne mendje eshte kur eksotiket yne ne kala
avatar : pjesa kur neuriti ndihmonte jack si mund te flutoroj me dragons
Kthe respektin me respekt... perballo me gjakftohtesi provokimet... dhe dhuroji hipokrizise indiferencen tende ...
Nje pjsese e filmit blue velvet:
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Frank Booth: What kind of beer do you like to drink, neighbor?
Jeffrey Beaumont: Heineken.
Frank Booth: Heineken? **** that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
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Frank Booth: Don't be a good neighbor anymore to her. I'll have to send you a love letter! Straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me, and you're fucked forever! You understand, ****? I'll send you straight to hell, fucker!... In dreams... I walk with you. In dreams... I talk to you. In dreams, you're mine... all the time. Forever.
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[repeated line]
Frank Booth: **** you, you fucking ****!
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Jeffrey Beaumont: I'm seeing something that was always hidden. I'm in the middle of a mystery and it's all secret.
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Frank Booth: Let's ****! I'll **** anything that moves!
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Ben: To your health.
Frank Booth: Ah, shit, let's drink to something else. Let's drink to fucking. Yeah, say, "Here's to your ****, Frank."
Ben: If you like, Frank. Here's to your ****.
imagine there's no countries...
nje fjale, nje kuptim...
:))))
sa her do e shikoj do me bej te qaj....
asnjeri nuk do qe ti ndodhe....
Me mire te rrosh nje dite
dhe te vdesesh si nje LUAN, se sa i roberuar dhe te jetosh si nje dele
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