ojalá q entre todo el texto. Esta es genial, de la peli "La Hora 25". El personaje de Edward Norton, Monty, se manda este speech mirandose al espejo en el baño de un restaurante... Enjoy!!!

Monty Brogan: 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 the 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, 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 Hasidim, 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! 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, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, 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 Hermes 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, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I 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 Irish ass!

Creo que se le fue la mano, yo tengo uno más corto:

I love you, Pumpkin.
I love you, Honey Bunny.
Everybody be cool this is a robbery!
Any of you fuckin´ pricks move and I´ll execute every motherfucking last one of you

Pulp Fiction.

FUCK!! Qué largo!! JAJAJAJAA... No ví esa película pero por ese diálogo puede que la busque :)
Y Pulp Fiction sí la ví pero no me acuerdo de esa línea, sigo pensando que es una de las "nuevas" películas y tiene ya qué, diez años? Quince? Qué desactualizada que estoy...

La mia es de Don Juan DeMarco:

There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio: What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for? And what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: Only love

Carlita, si tienes HBO y tiempo, te aviso q hoy martes a las 5 y 45pm pasan "La Hora 25", es muy buena, la parte final tambien es muy interesante, la voz en off del papá de Monty mientras lo lleva en el auto.
Y para irme t dejo esta frase, muy buena, de Nietzsche, q encontré en el site www.lamula.com. Estaba buscando el "disco perdido" de Camarón Jackson(QEPD) , hoy Cuchillazo, y ahi estaba la frase, en la pagina inicial. Al final me dio flojera bajar el disco, viene todo junto zipeado, son 33Mb, mejor otro día lo bajo jajaja. "Acasta" la frase :

"A tree reaching up to heaven must have roots reaching down to hell." Nietzsche

En realidad Nietzche tiene cualquier cantidad de frases geniales... en fin. Nada mas, no t olvides de la peli, si puedes, la ves, un beso y chau.

Ay Anarion, esa cita sí que me trae recuerdos... Fácil está en segundo lugar en mi lista personal, sólo porque es algo... *dated*.
Blasphemer, recién me reintegro a la vida online y recién puedo ver tu comentario... como que se me pasó, y de todas formas en el cable que había en la clínica no había HBO (qué misios!! para eso pago mi seguro??). Explicaciones pronto...