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Sep. 17th, 2008
Quotes meme
Sep. 17th, 2008 01:53 pmJust tell me which films these quotes are from ...
1. The good Americans usually die young on the battlefield, don't they? Well, the Davids of this world merely occupy space, which is why he was the perfect victim for the perfect murder. Course he, uh, he was a Harvard undergraduate. That might make it justifiable homicide.
2. Well, the training's over. For obvious reasons, you've had to work without knowing your target, or even your weapon. You've to put up with a good deal from other people who think you've been having a soft time. But, tonight, you're going to have a chance to hit the enemy harder, and more destructively, than any small force has ever done before!
3. That meeting, you should have seen it, Radl. There was Hitler, first ranting, then cajoling, then perfectly rational... then raging and stamping like a - like the ringmaster of some freak circus! Goebbels, hopping from one foot to another like a - like a schoolboy. Bormann... hmph... a vulture, perched in the corner, watching, listening, never speaking. And Mussolini - Mussolini! - an automaton, Radl! And I looked round that room, and I wondered: am I the only one who can see it? And if so, what must I look like to them?
4. A: "Second rate punk," eh?
B: Sorry. All I could think of on the spur of the moment.
A: Thanks, that makes it even worse.
5. Preacher? Preacher? We love you Preacher... I love you!... Good-bye!
6. You see. That's what you're doing for us. Can you hear them running for shelter? Can you understand what that means to all the occupied countries? To enslaved people, having it drummed into their ears that the Germans are masters of the Earth. Seeing these masters running for shelter. Seeing them crouching under tables. And hearing that steady hum night after night. That noise which is oil for the burning fire in our hearts.
7. A: Scurvy dwarves! Thieving dwarves! Kill them!
B: Kill the dwarves! Chop them up! Take their heads!
C: Kill the men! Kill the elves! Save the gold for ourselves!
8. Clear? Huh. Why a four-year-old child could understand this report. Run out and find me a four-year-old child, I can't make head or tail of it.
9. It isn't really that gentlemen prefer blondes. It's just that we look dumber.
10. A: What can I do for you, Mr. Dowd?
B: What did you have in mind?
1. The good Americans usually die young on the battlefield, don't they? Well, the Davids of this world merely occupy space, which is why he was the perfect victim for the perfect murder. Course he, uh, he was a Harvard undergraduate. That might make it justifiable homicide.
2. Well, the training's over. For obvious reasons, you've had to work without knowing your target, or even your weapon. You've to put up with a good deal from other people who think you've been having a soft time. But, tonight, you're going to have a chance to hit the enemy harder, and more destructively, than any small force has ever done before!
3. That meeting, you should have seen it, Radl. There was Hitler, first ranting, then cajoling, then perfectly rational... then raging and stamping like a - like the ringmaster of some freak circus! Goebbels, hopping from one foot to another like a - like a schoolboy. Bormann... hmph... a vulture, perched in the corner, watching, listening, never speaking. And Mussolini - Mussolini! - an automaton, Radl! And I looked round that room, and I wondered: am I the only one who can see it? And if so, what must I look like to them?
4. A: "Second rate punk," eh?
B: Sorry. All I could think of on the spur of the moment.
A: Thanks, that makes it even worse.
5. Preacher? Preacher? We love you Preacher... I love you!... Good-bye!
6. You see. That's what you're doing for us. Can you hear them running for shelter? Can you understand what that means to all the occupied countries? To enslaved people, having it drummed into their ears that the Germans are masters of the Earth. Seeing these masters running for shelter. Seeing them crouching under tables. And hearing that steady hum night after night. That noise which is oil for the burning fire in our hearts.
7. A: Scurvy dwarves! Thieving dwarves! Kill them!
B: Kill the dwarves! Chop them up! Take their heads!
C: Kill the men! Kill the elves! Save the gold for ourselves!
8. Clear? Huh. Why a four-year-old child could understand this report. Run out and find me a four-year-old child, I can't make head or tail of it.
9. It isn't really that gentlemen prefer blondes. It's just that we look dumber.
10. A: What can I do for you, Mr. Dowd?
B: What did you have in mind?