"Call me Me Tibbs"
In the heat of the night and the late great Sydney Poitier.
In the heat of the night and the late great Sydney Poitier.
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"Billy, you know something, what is it"?
"I'm scared Poncho"
"Bullshit, you ain't afraid of no Man"
"There's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no Man.... we're all gunna die".
"I'm scared Poncho"
"Bullshit, you ain't afraid of no Man"
"There's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no Man.... we're all gunna die".
Class, makes me want to watch this and naked gun now!
I know my wife would sit and frown at how stupid it all is but that's cause she doesn't know what's funny!
Same reason I piss myself as Laurel and Hardy and she looks at me as if I've lost it watching something from me Grandars era!
Blazing Saddles is outstanding aswell! It would be classed at racist now but it wasn't it was poking fun at racism. There was a reason the black characters were so much more intelligent and charismatic to the white characters.
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One of the best opening sequences to any film.
Get your ass to Mars
Get your ass to Mars
Get your ass to Mars
Get your ass to Mars
Get your ass to Mars
Any of you ****ing pricks move and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you
Bullet Tooth Tony:
So, you're obviously the big dick. And there on either side of you are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big, brave balls, and there are little, mincy ***got balls. You dicks have driving clarity of vision. But they're not clever; they smell pussy, and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good ol' pussy, and have brought your two little, mincey, ***got balls along for a good ol' time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here- just a dose that will make you wish you were born a women. Like a prick, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written on the side of your guns. And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle .50" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now **** off!
So, you're obviously the big dick. And there on either side of you are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big, brave balls, and there are little, mincy ***got balls. You dicks have driving clarity of vision. But they're not clever; they smell pussy, and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good ol' pussy, and have brought your two little, mincey, ***got balls along for a good ol' time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here- just a dose that will make you wish you were born a women. Like a prick, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written on the side of your guns. And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle .50" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now **** off!
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
Badges, we don’t need no stinking badges ( the Mexicans in Blazing Saddles)
Vinny: What about these pants I got on? You think they're okay? Ho!
Mona Lisa: Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water...bam! A ****ing bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now, I ask ya, would you give a **** what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?!
Mona Lisa: Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water...bam! A ****ing bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now, I ask ya, would you give a **** what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?!
Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.
I saw you beat that man like I never saw no man get beat before..... and the man kept coming after you. we don't need no man like that in our lives.