Def Earz at 2012-04-29 02:02:52:

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) directed by Stanley Kubrick written by Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke Dr. Floyd: Good day, gentlemen. This is a pre-recorded briefing made prior to your departure and which, for security reasons of the highest importance, has been known on board during the mission only by your H-A-L 9000 computer. Now that you are in Jupiter space and the entire crew is revived, it can be told to you. Eighteen months ago, the first evidence of intelligent life off the Earth was discovered. It was buried forty feet below the lunar surface, near the crater Tycho. Except for a single, very powerful radio emission aimed at Jupiter, the four million-year-old black monolith has remained completely inert, its origin and purpose still a total mystery.

Teddy Pasternak at 2012-04-29 04:22:29:

Psycho (1960) http://movieclips.com/PHtk-psycho-movie-the-truth-about-mother/ INT. THE BASEMENT OF THE OLD HOUSE - (DAY) Lila reaches the bottom, stops, listens, hears the stairboards creaking as footsteps fall hard and measured upon them. She turns, pulls open the fruit cellar door, looks in. The woman is sitting in a comfortable chair, the back of the chair, and the woman, turned to the door. Lila calls a harsh, frightened whisper. LILA Mrs. Bates...? Lila goes into the room. INT. THE FRUIT CELLAR Lila goes to the chair, touches it. The touch disturbs the figure. It starts to turn, slowly, stiffly, a clock-wise movement. Lila looks at it in horror. It is the body of a woman long dead. The skin is dry and pulled away from the mouth and the teeth are revealed as in the skeleton's smile. The eyes are gone from their sockets, the bridge of the nose has collapsed, the hair is dry and wild, the cheeks are sunken, the leathery-brown skin is powdered and rouged and flaky. The body is dressed in a high-neck, clean, well-pressed dress, obviously recently laundered and hand-ironed. The movement of this stuffed, ill-preserved cadaver, turning as if in response to Lila's call and touch, is actually graceful, ballet-like, and the effect is terrible and obscene. Lila gazes for one flicker of a deathly moment, then begins to scream, a high, piercing, dreadful scream. And Lila's scream is joined by another scream, a more dreadful, horrifying scream which comes from the door behind her. NORMAN'S VOICE (O.S.) (screaming) Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Am Norma Bates! Lila turns. NORMAN His face is contorted. He wears a wild wig, a mockery of a woman's hair. He is dressed in a high-neck dress which is similar to that worn by the corpse of his mother. His hand is raised high, poised to strike at Lila. There is a long breadknife in it. LILA Close on her face. She is dumb-struck. Her eyes are screaming. BACK TO NORMAN As he is about to start forward, a man's hand reaches in from the doorway behind, grabs Norman's wrist. Sam comes through the door, still holding tight to the wrist, pulling back the arm and at the same time throwing himself at Norman, football tackle style. SERIES OF CUTS - THE FIGHT Norman and Sam, struggling. The wild fury in Norman's face, the mad noise of his screams and vile curses. The terrified, fight-to-the-death look of Sam. The still, staring Lila. MRS. BATES A close of her face, She appears to be watching and enjoying the fight. Over the shot, the SOUNDS of the struggle, the screams of Norman.

churnage at 2012-04-29 09:07:54:

The famous "He was my boyfriend" scene from Young Frankenstein: Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: That music... Frau Blücher: Yes. It's in your blood - it's in the blood of ALL Frankensteins. It reaches the soul when words are useless. Your grandfather used to play it to the creature HE vas making. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Then it was you all the time. Frau Blücher: Yes. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: You played that music in the middle of the night... Frau Blücher: Yes. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: ...to get us to the laboratory. Frau Blücher: Yes. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: That was YOUR cigar smoldering in the ashtray. Frau Blücher: Yes. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: And it was you... who left my grandfather's book out for me to find. Frau Blücher: Yes. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: So that I would... Frau Blücher: Yes. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Then you and Victor were... Frau Blücher: YES. YES. Say it. He vas my... BOYFRIEND. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBx8JNarOlg

blknwite at 2012-04-29 09:46:35:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UuVlfwAMDw&feature=colike INT. THE CASTORINI HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY Rose is at the stove. The kitchen is filled with steam and sunlight. Rose is stirring a pot filled with oatmeal. Another range has the coffeepot heating. Loretta shuffles into the kitchen, goes to the tin table, and sits down. There are red roses on the table. Rose sees Loretta. ROSE What the hell happened to you? LORETTA Well. I don't really know where to start. ROSE Your hair's different. LORETTA Everything's different. ROSE Are you drunk? LORETTA No. Are you drunk? ROSE No. But I have a hangover. LORETTA Where's pop? ROSE Upstairs. Johnny Cammareri showed up last night. Loretta is suddenly electrified. LORETTA What? He's in Sicily! ROSE No more he's not. LORETTA He's with his dying mother! ROSE She recovered. LORETTA WHAT!! She was dying! ROSE It was a miracle. LORETTA A miracle? This is modern times! There ain't supposed to be miracles any more! ROSE I guess it ain't modern times in Sicily. He came right from the airport. He wanted to talk to you. You got a love bite on your neck. He's coming back this morning. With a long low MOAN, Loretta lowers her head to the table.

The Bark Bites Back at 2012-04-29 21:00:04:

INT. RABIN'S OFFICE 146 Kujan stares solemnly at the bulletin board, drinking from Rabin's coffee cup. Rabin sits at the desk, sifting through the mound of gapers as though considering organizing them once and for all. RABIN You still don't know shit. KUJAN I know what I wanted to know about Keaton. RABIN Which is shit. KUJAN No matter. He'll have to know how close we came. RABIN Keyser Sate or not, if Keaton's alive he'll never come up again. KUJAN I'11 find him. RABIN Waste of time. KUJAN (To himself) A rumor is not a rumor that doesn't die. RABIN What? KUJAN Nothing. Something I - forget it. Kujan shakes his head. He gestures to the desk. KUJAN (CONT'D) Man, you're a fucking slob. Rabin regards the mess of his office. RABIN Yeah. It's got it's own system though. It all makes sense when you look at it right. You just have to step back from BLUE 06/01/94 117. RABIN (cont'd) it, you know? You should see my garage, now that's a horror show... Kujan is not listening. He has been staring at the bulletin board, lost in thought, his unfocused eyes drifting across the mess of papers, not looking at anything at all. 147 EXT. STREET 147 Verbal steps out into the sunlight, putting on a pair of cheap sunglasses. He looks up and down the crowded street. People on their way to and from lunch, no doubt. Cars choke the street in front of the police department as they wait for pedestrians to clear the way. 148 INT. DISPATCHER'S OFFICE 148 A single sheet of paper comes out of the fax machine, face down. 149 INT. RABIN'S OFFICE 149 Kujan still stares at the bulletin board. SUDDENLY, Kujan's face changes. He leans in closer to the bulletin board and squints his eyes. His face changes again. First a look of puzzlement, then confusion - finally realization. The coffee cup tumbles from his hand. It hits the floor with the SMASH of cheap porcelain. Coffee splatters everywhere. Rabin snaps out of his droning and looks up in surprise. KUJAN'S P.O.V. Kujan is staring not at what is on the bulletin board, but at the bulletin board itself. His eyes follow the aluminum frame, mounted firmly to the wall. One might note it's sturdy construction and it's convenient size. Big enough to hold a lifetime of forgotten and disregarded notes and facts. Years of police trivia that has been hung and forgotten with the intention of finding a use for it all someday. One might want such a bulletin board for one's self. One would look to see who makes such a bulletin board. Kujan's eyes are locked on a metal plate bearing the manufacturer's name. YELLOW 06/11/94 118. It reads: QUARTET - SKOKIE, ILLINOIS Kujan's eyes flash all' over the bulletin board. He finds a picture of Rabin in the far corner. He stands beside a scale in fishing gear. He proudly holds a hand out to his freshly caught marlin. His eyes skim quickly over and stop on an eight and a half by eleven inch fax sheet of what must be a THREE HUNDRED POUND BLACK MAN. Kujan glazes over his name, it is irrelevant. His aliases stand out. Slavin, BRICKS, Shank, REDFOOT, Thee, Rooster... KUJAN'S EYES WIDEN with sudden realization. He runs for the door. His foot crushes the broken pieces of Rabin's coffee cup. The cup that hovered over Verbal's head for two hours. Kujan is in too much of a hurry to notice the two words printed on the jagged piece that had been the bottom of the cheap mug. KOBAYASHI PORCELAIN. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkyIWJjyX_4

The Bark Bites Back at 2012-04-29 21:07:50:

EXT. MARSHLANDS -- EARLY EVENING Mills sees Somerset coming and pulls Doe so that Doe stands. JOHN DOE (quietly, watching) Here he comes. MILLS (shouts to Somerset) What the fuck is going on? JOHN DOE (to Mills) I want you to know, I wish I could have lived like you do. Somerset starts running towards Mills, mud splattering. SOMERSET Mills... put down your gun! Throw it away! Mills leaves Doe behind, walks towards Somerset, gun down. MILLS What? Somerset is fifty yards away and closing. SOMERSET Throw your gun down now! MILLS What are you talking about? What happened? JOHN DOE Are you listening to me, Detective Mills? I'm trying to tell you how much I admire you... and your pretty wife Tracy. Mills freezes, turns to Doe. Doe smiles. Somerset is close. SOMERSET Throw your weapon, detective! Now! MILLS (to John Doe) What did you say? JOHN DOE It's surprising how easily a member of the press can purchase information from the men in your precinct. SOMERSET David... please... JOHN DOE I visited your home this morning, after you left. Mills is filled with an aching terror. JOHN DOE I tried to play husband... tried to taste the life of a simple man, but it didn't work out. So, I took a souvenir. Mills turns to look at Somerset with pleading eyes. Somerset holds out his hand. SOMERSET Give me the gun. JOHN DOE Her pretty head. MILLS Somerset... JOHN DOE Because I envy your normal life. Envy is my sin. Somerset can't hold back tears. Fury rises in Mill and he turns to level his gun at John Doe. Somerset raises his gun and points it at Mills. SOMERSET No! Mills sees Somerset's gun, raises his gun to Somerset. MILLS Tell me it's not true. SOMERSET I can't let you do this... Mills steps forward, enraged. MILLS Put your gun down!! SOMERSET Don't do this... please... MILLS Put the gun down, Somerset! A pause. Somerset's gun hand is trembling. The wind whips across them. The HELICOPTER can be HEARD distantly. Somerset throws his gun down. SOMERSET David, listen to me... Mills goes to grab John Doe by the throat and puts the gun to Doe's forehead, blind with rage. Somerset holds his hand behind his back, opens his switchblade. SOMERSET He wants this! He wants you to do it! Doe is staring into Mills' eyes with wild expectation. JOHN DOE Kill me. Doe lowers his head, waiting for execution. Mills holds the gun at Doe's head, undecided, furious. Somerset edges towards them. MILLS (looks to Somerset) Stop it! You stay away! Somerset moves the switchblade so he's holding it by the blade, ready to throw, keeping it hidden. SOMERSET I can't let you do this! Mills kicks Doe and throws him backwards on the ground. The HELICOPTER is CLOSER. Mills stands over Doe and points the gun. JOHN DOE She begged for her life, and for the life of your baby inside her. Mills' face fills with confusion -- then a wave of horror. Doe's eyes register shock. JOHN DOE You didn't know. SOMERSET NO! Somerset brings his hand out to throw the blade, but Mills reacts to the movement, turns on Somerset and fires -- BLAM! Somerset flies backwards in the air, bullet exploding into his shoulder, just above the bullet-proof vest's opening. Somerset hits the ground, crying out, bloody, writhing. Mills turns the gun on John Doe. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xG5hSOMGn0&feature=related

davidproenza at 2012-04-29 23:35:39:

Weekend at Bernie's Gwen: Richard, just tell me what is going on! [Larry comes down the stairs, dragging Bernie's body by the leg] Larry: Look honey, Bernie's dead, they guys that killed 'em are now after us, can we hide out at your place or what? [Larry throws down Bernie's leg as he reaches the bottom of the staircase. He sees Gwen's horrified expression, holds up Bernie's head] Larry: It's just Bernie! [Larry bangs Bernie's head against the stair support railing] Gwen: Aaaaah! Aaaah! Richard: Gwen, we didn't do this to him! Look at us! Do we look like the kind of people who could kill someone? Larry: Come on, honey, sit down, take a load off, have a drink, you'll be fine! Richard: Let me rephrase that! Do *I* look like the kind of person that could kill someone? http://movieclips.com/k4oZa-weekend-at-bernies-movie-trying-to-explain/

Bill Weinberger at 2012-04-30 11:11:59:

Blade Runner Rachael: You think I'm a replicant, don't you? [Deckard doesn't answer.] Rachael: Look. [Offers a photo.] It's me, with my mother. Deckard: Yeah? Remember when you were six? You and your brother snuck into an empty building through a basement window. You were going to play doctor. He showed you his, but when it got to be your turn you chickened and ran; you remember that? You ever tell anybody that? Your mother, Tyrell, anybody? Remember the spider that lived outside your window? Orange body, green legs. Watched her build a web all summer, then one day there's a big egg in it. The egg hatched... Rachael: The egg hatched... Deckard: Yeah... Rachael: ...and a hundred baby spiders came out... and they ate her. Deckard: Implants. Those aren't your memories, they're somebody else's. They're Tyrell's niece's. Deckard: [he sees that she's deeply hurt by the implication] O.K., bad joke... I made a bad joke. You're not a replicant. Go home, O.K.? No, really - I'm sorry, go home. http://movieclips.com/CXiKw-blade-runner-movie-somebody-elses-memories/