My name is Inigo Montoya....

"Is it coz we were driving very too fast?"



"Who wants a moustache ride?"

Ted_YNWA wrote: »

Vote for Pedro

you ever take it off any sweet jumps

thats a bold move Cotton, lets see if it pays off...

if you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball

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The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.


Keaton always said, “I don’t believe in God, but I’m afraid of him.” Well I believe
in God, and the only thing that scares me is Keyser Soze.

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Jessup: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like "honor", "code", "loyalty". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "thank you", and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!


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“Well, because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren’t looking for anything logical, like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

Hey, I tell ya what I'm gonna give you, Snakes. I'm gonna give you to the count of 10, to get your ugly, yella, no-good keister off my property, before I pump your guts full of lead!

I'm going out the front door....with Gerry!

William Wallace: That's my friend, Irishman. And the answer your question is yes - if you fight for me, you get to kill the English.

Stephen: Excellent!

Captain: They won't catch us this time! Not this time! They haven't spotted us! No, they're all snoring in their bunks! Or, you know what? They're drinking at the bar, celebrating our sinking! Not yet, my friends. Not yet!

Das Boot.

We at once proceeded 300 miles into the heart of the jungle, where I shot a polar bear.

This bear was 6 foot 7 in his stocking feet and had shoes on at the time.

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas.

How he got in my pajamas, I don't know.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hd-0F4v1C54

Its an 88 Magnum, it shoots thru schools

I don't think you appreciate the gut reaction people have to these things...Martin, It's all psychological. You yell 'Barracuda,' everybody says 'Huh? What?' You yell 'Shark,' we've got a panic on our hands on the Fourth of July.

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Go fùck yourself.