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Saturday 8-10-07 im stuck at work, that means the return of the stuck at work sale! every GM part and whatever else I sell will be deeper discounts than usual. some things will be bigger savings than others but everything will be cheaper. UUC short shifters, lightweight flywheels,braided brake hoses,shift knobs,Hawk pads and so on. West coast guys set your alarm clocks im here from 8:00 am-2:00 pm est. YOU MUST CALL BETWEEN THESE HOURS TO GET THE DEAL ON THE DEAL. no emails, pm's, or posts on here. infact when you call please to be giving me your favorite line from a movie as the secret password!!!(can you tell im bored today?)
 

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Now that's creative!:thumbsup:

Helpful lines may include the following.

I'm your Huckleberry
Say When
You're A Daisy If You Do
Go Ahead, Make My Day
Do You Feel Lucky Punk
Say Hello To My Little Friend
I Made Him An Offer He Can't Refuse
I'll Be Back
Do I Amuse You
Never Get Off The Boat
Either You Surf Or You Fight


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BILLY
Hell, he can't hit nothin'. He's
So drunk he's probably seein'
Double.

Doc pulls out his .45, training it on Billy:

DOC
I have two guns. One for each of you.


TOMBSTONE KICKS ASS!!
 

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Why Ed Bailey - Are we not faaaariends?

Smells Like Somebody Died

You Gonna Just Stand There And Bleed

Watch Your Ear Creek - Turkey Creek Johnson

Go Ahead My Loving Man, Have Another
 

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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [after hitting Private Joker] You little scumbag. I got your name, I got your arss. You will not laugh, you will not cry, you will learn by the numbers I will teach you. Now get up, get on your feet. You had best un-F yourself or I will unscrew your head and shiaat down your neck.
 

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: Does he look like a bitch?
: What?

: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
: No!
: Then why you try to f#ck him like a bitch, Brett?
: I didn't.
: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to f#ck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be f#cked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
 

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Alex DeLarge: No time for the old in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter.

Jack: Wendy.
Wendy: Stay away.
Jack: Darling, light of my life. I'm not going hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said I'm not going to hurt ya, I'm just gonna bash your brains in, I'm gonna bash em' right the F in.
 

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Tombstone is a great movie, and very quatable, BUT it has got nothing, NOTHING on Full Metal Jacket.

Basically evey word of that movie is quatable. A few of the better ones.

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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Holy Jesus! What is that? What the F! is that? WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: A jelly doughnut?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How did it get here?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: And why not, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Because you are a disgusting fat body, Private Pyle!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then why did you try to sneak a jelly doughnut in your foot locker, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Because you were hungry...
[turns and addresses rest of platoon]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored his platoon. I have tried to help him. But I have failed. I have failed because YOU have not helped me. YOU people, have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle F!s up, I will not punish him! I will punish all of YOU! And the way I see it ladies, you owe me for ONE JELLY DOUGHNUT! NOW, GET DOWN ON YOUR FACES!
[rest of recruits get in front-leaning-rest position, Hartman turns to Pyle]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Open your mouth!
[shoves jelly doughnut into PYLE's mouth]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: They're payin' for it; YOU eat it!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy F!ing walrus-looking piece of sh!t. Get the F! off of my obstacle. Get the F! down off of my obstacle. Now. Move it. I'm going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world. I will motivate you, Private Pyle, if it short-d!cks every cannibal on the Congo.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Today... is Christmas! There will be a magic show at zero-nine-thirty! Chaplain Charlie will tell you about how the free world will conquer Communism with the aid of God and a few marines! God has a hard-on for marines because we kill everything we see! He plays His games, we play ours! To show our appreciation for so much power, we keep heaven packed with fresh souls! God was here before the Marine Corps! So you can give your heart to Jesus, but your @ss belongs to the Corps! Do you ladies understand?
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Private Cowboy: Don't sh!t me, man!
Private Joker: I wouldn't sh!t you. You're my favorite turd!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, private?
Private Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked sh!t that high.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who said that? Who the F! said that? Who's the slimy little communist sh!t, twinkle-toed c0cksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy F!ing godmother said it. Out-F!ing-standing. I will PT you all until you F!ing die. I'll PT you until your @ssholes are sucking buttermilk.
[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman grabs Pvt. Cowboy by the shirt]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Was it you, you scroungy little F!, huh?
Private Cowboy: Sir, no Sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little piece of sh!t you look like a F!ing worm, I bet it was you.
Private Cowboy: Sir, no Sir!
Private Joker: Sir, I said it, Sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, no sh!t. What do we have here, a F!ing comedian! Private, Joker! I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you, you can come over to my house and F! my sister!
[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman punches Pvt. Joker in the stomach]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little scumbag! I got your name, I got your @ss! You will not laugh, you will not cry, you will learn by the numbers, I will teach you! Now get up off your face! Pvt. Joker you better unF! yourself before I unscrew your head and sh!t down your neck!
Private Joker: Sir, Yes sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps!
Private Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: So you're a killer!
Private Joker: Sir, yes sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then let me see your war face!
Private Joker: [nervously] Sir?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You got a war face! ARRRRRRRRRGH! That's a war face, let me see your war face!
Private Joker: Ahhhh!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh!t, you didn't convince me, let me see your REAL war face!
Private Joker: Ahhhhhh!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You still don't scare me! Work on it!
Private Joker: Sir, yes sir!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Oh that's right, Private Pyle, don't make any F!ing effort to get to the top of the F!ing obstacle. If God would have wanted you up there he would have miracled your @ss up there by now, wouldn't he?
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Were you born a fat, slimy, scumbag puke pieca' sh!t Private Pyle, or did you have to work on it?
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would F! a person in the @ss and not even have the goddam common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you think I'm cute Private Pyle; do you think I'm funny?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face.
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well any F!ing time sweetheart!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I'm trying, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-F!ing-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-F! you!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: ONE! TWO! THREE!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I can't help it, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh!t! Get on your knees scumbag.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Now choke yourself.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Goddamn it, with my hand numb nuts.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Don't pull my F!ing hand over there. I said choke yourself; now lean forward and choke yourself.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [choking Pyle] Are you through grinning?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh!t, I can't hear you.
Private Gomer Pyle: [Louder] Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh!t, I still can't hear you. Sound off like you've got a pair.
Private Gomer Pyle: SIR, YES, SIR!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's enough; get on your feet. Private Pyle you had best square your @ss away and start sh!tting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely F! you up.
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh!t. It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's @ss and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?
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Pogue Colonel: Marine, what is that button on your body armor?
Private Joker: A peace symbol, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Where'd you get it?
Private Joker: I don't remember, sir.
Pogue Colonel: What is that you've got written on your helmet?
Private Joker: "Born to Kill", sir.
Pogue Colonel: You write "Born to Kill" on your helmet and you wear a peace button. What's that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
Private Joker: No, sir.
Pogue Colonel: You'd better get your head and your @ss wired together, or I will take a giant sh!t on you.
Private Joker: Yes, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Now answer my question or you'll be standing tall before the man.
Private Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir.
Pogue Colonel: The what?
Private Joker: The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Whose side are you on, son?
Private Joker: Our side, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Don't you love your country?
Private Joker: Yes, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Then how about getting with the program? Why don't you jump on the team and come on in for the big win?
Private Joker: Yes, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Son, all I've ever asked of my marines is that they obey my orders as they would the word of God. We are here to help the Vietnamese, because inside every g00k there is an American trying to get out. It's a hardball world, son. We've gotta keep our heads until this peace craze blows over.
Private Joker: Aye-aye, sir.
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Private Joker: I wanted to see exotic Vietnam... the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture... and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill!
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Door Gunner: Git some! Git some! Git some, yeah, yeah, yeah! Anyone that runs, is a VC. Anyone that stands still, is a well-disciplined VC! You guys oughta do a story about me sometime!
Private Joker: Why should we do a story about you?
Door Gunner: 'Cuz I'm so F!in' good! I done got me 157 dead g00ks killed. Plus 50 water buffalo too! Them's all confirmed!
Private Joker: Any women or children?
Door Gunner: Sometimes!
Private Joker: How can you shoot women or children?
Door Gunner: Easy! Ya just don't lead 'em so much! Ain't war hell?
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Private Eightball: What we have here, little yellow sister, is a magnificent specimen of pure Alabama Blacksnake. But it ain't too goddamned beau coup.
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A few more:

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary?
Private Joker: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly!
Private Joker: Sir, the private said "no, sir," sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Why you little maggot, you make me want to vomit!
[Slaps Joker]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You Goddamn communist heathen, you had best sound off that you love the Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out!
Private Joker: Sir, NEGATIVE, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?
Private Joker: Sir, NEGATIVE, sir! Sir, the private belives any answer he gives will be wrong and the Senior Drill Instructor will only beat him harder if he reverses himself, SIR!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Holy dog sh!t. Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy. And you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down. Do you suck d!cks?
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Did your parents have any children that lived?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'll bet they regret that. You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: When you two pukes are done here, I want you to clean the head.
Joker and Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I want that head so sanitary and squared-away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to go in and take a dump.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you shook up? Are you nervous?
Private Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do I make you nervous?
Private Cowboy: Sir?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: "Sir" what? Were you about to call me an @sshole?
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your excuse?
Private Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'm asking the F!ing questions here private. Do you understand?
Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well thank you very much, can I be in charge for a while?
Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name fat-body?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Lawrence? Lawrence what of Arabia?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That name sounds like royalty are you royalty?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you suck d!cks?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh!t. I bet you could suck a golfball through a garden hose.
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't like the name Lawrence, only ******s and sailors are called Lawrence. From now on you're Gomer Pyle.
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Private Joker: Ya know, half of these g00k wh0res are serving officers in the Viet Cong; the other half have got T.B. Be sure you only F! the ones that cough.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name, scumbag?
Private Snowball: Sir, Private Brown, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh!t! From now on your name is Private Snowball. Do you like your new name?
Private Snowball: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well I'll tell you one thing you won't like, Private Snowball: they don't serve fried chicken and watermelon on a daily basis in my mess hall.
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[when Private Pyle is on the obstacle course]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Get your fat @ss up there! I'll bet if there was some ***** up there you would get up there, wouldn't you?
Private Pyle: Sir, yes sir!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle!
Private Gomer Pyle: Private Pyle reporting as ordered, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, Private Joker is your new squad leader, and you WILL bunk with him! He'll teach you everything; he'll teach you how to pee!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, aye aye, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, he's silly and he's ignorant, but he's got guts and guts is enough. Now you two ladies carry on!
Private Gomer Pyle, Private Joker: Sir, aye aye, sir!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [after discovering Private Pyle's unlocked footlocker] Jesus H Christ. Private Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I don't know, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, if there is one thing in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that don't you?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If it wasn't for d!ckheads like you, there wouldn't be any thievery in this world, would there?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: GET DOWN!

-Chris
 

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Full Metal Jacket is my favorite movie of all time!!! Great quotes trukk!!!
 
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