McCauley Caulkin likes the following (besides my own of course):
Anchorman "I'm Ron Burgundy?"
American Pie "One time at band camp...."
Half Baked "Yea! I'm somebody's bitch!!!!"
Discuss.........
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McCauley Caulkin likes the following (besides my own of course):
Anchorman "I'm Ron Burgundy?"
American Pie "One time at band camp...."
Half Baked "Yea! I'm somebody's bitch!!!!"
Discuss.........
"Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets"
----Travis Bickle, Taxi Driver.
"Take Me to Jail! Lock me Up! Throw away the Key! I ain't afraid to fuck some guy his ass!"- Don't be a Menace to South Central while Drinking Your Juice in the Hood.
" i said goddamn" - pulp fiction
How about another Pulp Fiction one...
"...and you will know my name is the Lord (!) when I lay my vengeance upon thee!"
Pulp Fiction
Jules: Normally, both of you would be dead as fucking fried chicken by now, but since I'm in a
transitional period, I don't want to kill either one of your asses.
Another one
Brett: What?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say "what" again. SAY "WHAT" AGAIN! I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker! Say "what" one more goddamn time!
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: NO!
Jules: Then why you trying to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't!
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
"Oh god, Did you eat all this acid?"
"Thats right, lucy!"
Fear and loathing :D
I'm a damn Pulp head...
Vincent: I've got a threshold, Jules, I've got a threshold for the abuse that I'll take and right now I'm a
racecar, man, and you got me in the red. I'm just saying, I'm just SAYING it's fucking dangerous to have a racecar in the fucking red, that's all. I might blow.
Jules: Oh, you ready to blow? Well I'm a mushroom-cloud-laying motherfucker, motherfucker! Everytime my fingers touch brain I'm Superfly TNT, I'm the Guns of the Navarone. IN FACT, what the fuck am I doing in the back? You the motherfucker should be on brain detail! We fucking switching, I'm washing the windows and you picking up this nigger's skull!
you have smoked your self retarted, Half Baked. Tht movie funkin rocks, "all i wanna know is whos comin with me man, whoos comin man" Peace