unutulmaz film replikleri

gitmek cesaret ister ufaklık,
gidecegin yer neresi olursa olsun.
sevdiklerinle arana mesefe girince,
varış yerinin hiç bir anlamı kalmaz.
vedalaşmak da zor iştir biliyo musun ?
oturursun geminin kıçına.
bakarsın sevdiklerine gittikçe ufalırlar ufalırlar kaybolurlar,
o zaman anlarsın işte
vedalaşmak asıl kalana değil gidene koyar.
100 defa söyledim sana hüzünlü değilim, mizacım böyle.
(rina filminden)
senin annen bir melekti yavrum...
25.hour filminden edward norton'un ayna ile yaptığı monolog,dinledikçe stress atar insan:
monty: yeah, fuck you, too.
monty's reflection: fuck me? fuck you! fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. get a fucking job!
fuck the sikhs and the pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. terrorists in fucking training. slow the fuck down!
fuck the chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my channel 35.
fuck the korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. ten years in the country, still no speaky english?
fuck the russians in brighton beach. mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. go back where you fucking came from!
fuck the black-hatted chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. selling south african apartheid diamonds!
fuck the wall street brokers. self-styled masters of the universe. michael douglas, gordon gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. send those enron assholes to jail for fucking life! you think bush and cheney didn't know about that shit? give me a fucking break! tyco! ımclone! adelphia! worldcom!
fuck the puerto ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. and don't even get me started on the dom-in-i-cans, because they make the puerto ricans look good.
fuck the bensonhurst ıtalians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their st. anthony medallions. swinging their, jason giambi, louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the sopranos.
fuck the upper east side wives with their hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar balducci artichokes. overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. you're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
fuck the uptown brothers. they never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. and then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. move the fuck on!
fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. you betray our trust!
fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. and while you're at it, fuck jc! he got off easy! a day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! try seven years in fuckin otisville, jay!
fuck osama bin laden, alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. on the names of innocent thousands murdered, ı pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. you towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, ırish ass!
fuck jacob elinski, whining malcontent.
fuck francis xavier slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
fuck naturel rivera. ı gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. sold me up the river. fucking bitch.
fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the bronx bombers.
fuck this whole city and everyone in it. from the row houses of astoria to the penthouses on park avenue. from the projects in the bronx to the lofts in soho. from the tenements in alphabet city to the brownstones in park slope to the split levels in staten ısland. let an earthquake crumble it. let the fires rage. let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
monty: no. no, fuck you, montgomery brogan. you had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
mazlumu getirin bana
hakiki tosun paşa benim
türkiye'de hiçbir başarı cezasız kalmaz .
devrim arabalari
kafamda filler sikişiyor' gemide-erkan can
eger bir poker masasinda ilk yarim saatte soyulacak enayinin kim oldugunu anlamadiysaniz o enayi sizsiniz demektir. -rounders
''ağanin pokıinin üstünea pok olir mı looo!'' (bkz: kibar feyzo)
"dönecekti. biliyordun adın gibi. dudağının kenarındaki kan uykusuz gecelerinin sebebi dişindeki öfkeydi. niye acemisin şimdi? bu sarsaklık niye şimdi? soğutma kalbini! soğutma! hatırla! tek tek hatırla sana ettiklerini senelerdir ezber ettiğin duaların gibi. soğuma kalbim soğuma yan! ilk günkü gibi yan! cehennem alevi gibi yan!"(bkz: unutursam fısılda)

"olmak,algılanmaktır. kendimizi ancak başkasının bakışında taaıyabiliriz. ölümsüz yaşamımızın doğası yaptıklarımızın sonuçlarıdır. onlar tüm zamanlarda etkilerini sürdürürler.(bkz: cloud atlas)

" -hak ettiğimizi sandığımız aşkı kabulleniriz.
- daha iyisini hak ettiklerini anlamarını sağlayabilir miyiz?
- deneyebiliriz." (bkz: the perks of being a wallflower)

"güzellik nerededir? diğerleri gibi ölmeye mahkûm büyük şeylerin içinde mi, yoksa hiçbir iddiada bulunmadan, anın içine bir sonsuzluk tomurcuğu yerleştirmeyi bilen küçük şeylerde mi?" (bkz: le hérisson)
''komutan logar bir cisim yaklaşıyor efendim''
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