Ving Rhames
Ving Rhames

I grew up in Harlem, and the kids used to tease me. You know that song 'Bingo'? Well, they used to sing, 'V-i-n-g-o, and Vingo was his name-o.'

Platoon
Platoon

Capt. Harris: Be advised. We've got zips in the wire down here.
Phantom Pilot: Roger your last, Bravo Six. Can't run it any closer. We're hot to trot and packing snake and nape, but we're bingo on fuel.
Capt. Harris: For the record, it's my call. Dump everything you've got left on my pos. I say again, expend all remaining in my perimeter. It's a

lovely fucking war. Bravo Six out.
Phantom Pilot: Roger your last, Bravo Six. We copy. It's your call. Get them all in their holes down there. Hang tough, Bravo Six. We're coming cocked for treetops.

Hulk
Hulk

Ross: Tango Flight, do you have eyes on the target?
Comanche Pilot: Tango One, I have him in the rocks.
Ross: Salvo all. Turn it into a parking lot.
Comanche Pilot: T-bolt, your parking lot is ready. We're bingo for fuel and ammo. R.T.B.

Need for Speed
Need for Speed

Tobey Marshall: Beauty will go bingo on that route, so we're gonna have to hot fuel and top off.
Joe Peck: Hot fuel, coming up. Woo! Get out there skinny boy.
Finn: Oh, you were checking me out!
Tobey Marshall: [Looks over to see Julia looking at him] What?
Julia Maddon: Bingo, and hot

fuel.
Tobey Marshall: We're ah, refueling without stopping.
Julia Maddon: So why don't you just say that?
Tobey Marshall: Well I mean... guess I could, but...

The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!
The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!

[Drebin searches a drawer]
Frank: Bingo!
[pulls out a bingo card]

Halloween
Halloween

Deborah Myers: Jesus Christ, Ronnie, you know I have to fucking work tonight. Somebody around here has gotta make some money.
Ronnie White: I'm all broken up here, bitch. I can't work.
Deborah Myers: Yeah, and whose fault is that?
Ronnie White: Fuck you.
Deborah Myers: My God, you're

pathetic.
Ronnie White: You know that new waitress over at the Bingo Lounge? She's been giving me the freaky eye.
Deborah Myers: Oh, the whore the big tits hanging down her knees?
Ronnie White: Maybe I'll choke the chicken, purge my snork all over those flappy ass tits.
Deborah Myers: Good. Well, have a

good fucking time!
Ronnie White: I will.
Deborah Myers: I hope she likes cripples.
Ronnie White: Bitch, I will crawl over there and I will skull fuck the shit out of you!
Deborah Myers: Oh, I'll get the crutches for you!
[Baby Boo starts crying]
Deborah Myers: See what you

did, fucking loud mouth?
Ronnie White: Waah! Waah! That's all that fucker does is cry. Waah! Waah! Cry and shit, cry and shit. Waah!
Deborah Myers: Just like you; that's all you do is cry and shit.
Ronnie White: Oh, fuck you. Sit on my pole right now, bitch.