Répliques "culte"

[Xéna]

C'est devenu "dialogue culte".

[tempete]

Ilsa Lund: Play it once, Sam. For old times' sake.
Sam: [lying] I don't know what you mean, Miss Elsa.
Ilsa Lund: Play it, Sam. Play "As Time Goes By."
Sam: [lying] Oh, I can't remember it, Miss Elsa. I'm a little rusty on it.
Ilsa Lund: I'll hum it for you. Da-dy-da-dy-da-dum, da-dy-da-dee-da-dum...
[Sam begins playing]
Ilsa Lund: Sing it, Sam.
Sam: [singing] You must remember this / A kiss is still a kiss / A sigh is just a sigh / The fundamental things apply / As time goes by. / And when two lovers woo, / They still say, "I love you" / On that you can rely / No matter what the future brings---
Rick Blaine: [rushing up] Sam, I thought I told you never to play---
[Sees Ilsa. Sam closes the piano and rolls it away.]

casablanca

[Rémy]

C'est devenu "dialogue culte".

[BangoO]

Ally McBeal Season 1 Episode 12

Billy: do you ever wonder whether you're really good in bed or not ?

Richard: no, I know Im' good.

Billy: how ?

Richard: because I'm always satisfied. Good for me !

[tempete]

Donald: He's dangerous.
Nancy: You don't know he did it!
Donald: No? I know, thanks to your own statement, that he was locked in a room with a girl who went in alive and came out in a rubber bag!
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Children: One, two, Freddy's coming for you! / Three, four, better lock your door! / Five, six, grab your crucifix! / Seven, eight, better stay up late! / Nine, ten, never sleep again!

Freddy 1

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Snatch

Pricing a diamond for Bad Boy Lincoln
Sol: No, it's a moissanite.
Bad Boy Lincoln: A what-a-nite?
Sol: A moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. It's Mickey Mouse, man. Spurious. Not genuine. And it's worth... Fuck-all
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Uncle Avi: Should I call you Bullet? Tooth? Bullet Tooth?
Tony: You can call me Susan if it makes you happy
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Bullet Tooth Tony: You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity
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Brick Top: Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this instance by an 'orrible cunt... me!
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Brick Top: If I throw a dog a bone, I don't wanna know if it tastes good or not.
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Turkish: [making tea] Would you like sugar?
Brick Top: No thank you, Turkish; I'm sweet enough.
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Avi: Eighty-six carats.
Bodyguard: Where?
Avi: London.
Bodyguard: London?
Avi: London.
Gemologist: London?
Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins...LONDON!
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Customs official: Do you have anything to declare, sir?
Avi: Yeah. Don't go to England.
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Turkish: You show me how to control a wild fucking gypsy and I'll show you how to control an unhinged, pig-feeding gangsta!
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Vinny: Why are we stopped here? Whats wrong with that spot?
Tyrone: It's too tight.
Vinny: Too tight? You could land a jumbo fucking jet in that!
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Vinny: I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the fuck can he get away from?
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Sol: What the fuck is that?
Vinny: Heh heh. This, is a shotgun Sol.
Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun Vincent!
Vinny: So, I wanna raise some pulses don't I?
Sol: You'll raise Hell! Never mind pulses!
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Cousin Avi: Look in the dog
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Avi: I'm gettin' heartburn. Tony, do something terrible
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Mickey: I bet ya can box a little, can't ya sir? Aye, you look like a boxer
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Turkish: Did you understand one word of what he just said?
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Brick Top: In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... come again
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Avi: You got a toothbrush? We're going to London. Do you hear that, Doug? I'm coming to London!
Avi arrives in London.
Doug the Head: Avi!
Avi: Sit down and shut up, you big, bald fuck. I don't like leaving my country Doug, and I especially don't like leaving it for anything less then sandy beaches, and cocktails with little straw hats!
Doug the Head: Avi, we have warm sunny beaches...
Avi: So? Who the fuck wants to see 'em?
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Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.
Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. The fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your gun. (withdraws his gun) And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off!
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Tyrone just backed into Franky Four Fingers' van
Tyrone: I didn't see it.
Vinny: It's a two fucking ton van Tyrone. Its not as though its a bag of fucking peanuts now is it?
Tyrone: It was at a funny angle.
All three turn and look back at the truck.
Vinny: It's behind you Tyrone. When you reverse, things come at you from behind.
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Turkish: I fail to recognize the correlation between "losing 10K", "hospitalizing gorgeous" and "a good deal".
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Policeman: So, what you doin here?
Turkish: I'm taking the dog for a walk. What's the problem?
Policeman: What's in the car?
Turkish: Seats and a steering wheel

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