Atlanta at 2011-04-08 18:10:00:

Idiocracy, Mike Judge, stoned president.

My vote is presidential, Dave, many good moments, one is conversation about 47 million dollar advertising budget for positive car sentiment vs homeless kids.

Dave: I don't want to tell some eight-year-old kid he's gotta sleep in the street because we want people to feel better about their car. Do you want to tell them that?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NX3en_Te7K8

OT, speaking of advertising, came across Edward Bernays yesterday, father of propaganda (what PR used to be called, he repackaged), nephew of Sigmund Freud, amazing story, would make great biopic: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Bernays

James at 2011-04-08 18:57:14:

How about drunk speeches?

Bluto in Animal house, rousing the troops. I couldn't find a clean unaltered or edited clip.

D-Day (Bruce McGill): War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.

Bluto: Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Otter (Tim Matheson): [whispering] Germans?

Boon (Peter Riegert): Forget it, he's rolling.

Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough... [thinks hard] the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go! [runs out, alone; then returns] What the **** happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my *** from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer -

Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.

Bluto: We're just the guys to do it.

D-Day: Let's do it.

Bluto: LET'S DO IT!!

Erik Rolfsen at 2011-04-08 22:30:46:

From Withnail and I:

Danny: Sit down, mate. Take control.
Marwood: Give me a Valium, I'm getting the fear!
Danny: [very calmly] You have done something to your brain. You have made it high. If I lay 10 mils of diazepam on you, it will do something else to your brain. You will make it low. Why trust one drug and not the other? That's politics, isn't it?
Marwood: I'm going to need some sugar.
Danny: I recommend you smoke some more grass.
Marwood: No, mate. No fucking way.
Danny: That is an unfortunate political decision, reflecting these times.
Withnail: What are you talking about, Danny?
Danny: Politics man. If you're hanging on to a rising balloon, you're presented with a difficult decision -- let go before it's too late or hang on and keep getting higher, posing the question: how long can you keep a grip on the rope? They're selling hippie wigs in Woolworths, man. The greatest decade in the history of mankind is over, and as Presuming Ed here has so consistently pointed out, we have failed to paint it black.

Clip is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeyWpKKcYpI&t=01m36s

Josh K-sky at 2011-04-09 14:22:11:

Count me in with Chris D, Atlanta, and James in proposing some sort of "deranged speeches" hybrid. Here's my submission -- Robert Redford's dada practice session from The Candidate. The basic indifference that made this country great!