Everyday, I see kids walking around, killing and stealing for gold chains. I see kids with medallions so big they can hardly stand up, all stooped over and shit, trying to carry that stuff. But, what’s really awful, man, is you see a young brother with this cheap imitation electroplated gold crap around their necks. And, it breaks out in this funky green rash, with these bumps and shit; it just makes you wanna puke.
John Slade
Gonna Git You Sucka
Jules Winnfield from Pulp Fiction
Maybe it means: you’re the evil man, and I’m the righteous man, and Mr. 9mm here, he’s the Shepard protecting my righteous ass in the Valley of Darkness. Or, it could mean: you’re the righteous man, and I’m the Shepard, and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. I’d like that, but that sh** ain’t the truth. The truth is: you’re the weak, and I am the tyranny of evil men. But, I’m tryin’, Ringo, I’m trying real hard to be the Shepard.
My Own Melt
There’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a… a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know… a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle… and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.
Troy Dyer in Reality Bites
Where are You?
So where are you? You’re in some motel room. You just – you just wake up and you’re in – in a motel room. There’s the key. It feels like maybe it’s just the first time you’ve been there, but perhaps you’ve been there for a week, three months. It’s – it’s kind of hard to say. I don’t – I don’t know. It’s just an anonymous room.
Leonard Shelby in Memento
Yah, You Betcha
So that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those three people in Brainerd. And for what? For a little bit of money. There’s more to life than a little money, you know. Don’t you know that? And here ya are, and it’s a beautiful day. Well, I just don’t understand it.
Marge Gunderson in Fargo
