[left]here are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every twelve people on the planet. The only question is: How do we arm the other 11?[/left]
מתוך תודה שעישנתם:
[left] Nick Naylor: I speak on behalf of cigarettes.
Child: My mommy says that cigarettes kill.
Nick Naylor: Now, is your mommy a doctor?
Child: No.
Nick Naylor: A scientific researcher of some kind?
Child: No.
Nick Naylor: Now, she doesn't exactly sound like a credible expert now, does she?[/left]
ועוד דיאלוג גאוני מאותו הסרט
[left] Joey: So, what happens when you're wrong?
Nick: Well, Joey, I'm never wrong.
Joey: But you can't always be right.
Nick: Well, if it's your job to be right, then you're never wrong.
Joey: But what if you are wrong?
Nick: Okay, let's say that you're defending chocolate and I'm defending vanilla. Now, if I were to say to you, "Vanilla's the best flavor ice cream", you'd say …?
Joey: "No, chocolate is."
Nick: Exactly. But you can't win that argument. So, I'll ask you: So you think chocolate is the end-all and be-all of ice cream, do you?
Joey: It's the best ice cream; I wouldn't order any other.
Nick: Oh. So it's all chocolate for you, is it?
Joey: Yes, chocolate is all I need.
Nick: Well, I need more than chocolate. And for that matter, I need more than vanilla. I believe that we need freedom and choice when it comes to our ice cream, and that, Joey Naylor, that is the definition of liberty.
Joey: But that's not what we're talking about.
Nick: Ah, but that's what I'm talking about.
Joey: But … you didn't prove that vanilla's the best.
Nick: I didn't have to. I proved that you're wrong, and if you're wrong, I'm right.
Joey: But you still didn't convince me.
Nick: Because I'm not after you. I'm after them.[/left]
"לכולנו שמורה הזכות להביע את דעתנו, אך בדרך כלל דעה היא רק דעה ולא עובדה מוכחת." - דונלד ג' טראמפ.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I'm funny? Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face. Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.
[tries to stop smiling] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, any f**king time, sweetheart!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I'm trying, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-f**king-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-f**k you! ONE! TWO! THREE!
[left]Rambo: I want, what they want, and every other guy who came over here and spilled his guts and gave everything he had, wants! For our country to love us as much as we love it! That's what I want!
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[left]Genie: You're a clever little man little master of the universe, but mortals are weak and frail. If their stomach speaks, they forget their brain. If their brain speaks, they forget their heart. And if their heart speaks
[laughter]
... they forget everything.
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[left] When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher's knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross!
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