Cloud Atlas
Cloud Atlas

Timothy Cavendish: Never forget Herman Melville, writes a ripping yarn about a big white whale which is summarily dismissed, and yet today it is lugged around in the backpacks of every serious student of literature in the world.
Dermot Hoggins: I don't give a fuck what happens when I'm dead, I want people to buy me book now!
Timothy

Cavendish: Well, as your publisher, obviously nothing would make me happier. But sadly, for whatever reason, 'Knuckle Sandwich' has yet to connect to its audience.
Dermot Hoggins: You want a reason? I'll give you a reason
[points]
Dermot Hoggins: Right there!
Timothy Cavendish: Aaaa, you mean Mr Finch?

Dermot Hoggins: Felix fuckin' Finch! That cunt that shat all over me book in his poncy fuckin' magazine!
Timothy Cavendish: It wasn't that bad.
Dermot Hoggins: No?
[quotes]
Dermot Hoggins: 'Mr Hoggins should apologize to the trees failed for the making of his bloated autobio novel. Four hundred

vain-glorious pages expire in an ending that is flat and inane beyond belief'.
Timothy Cavendish: Steady now, Dermot. What is a critic but one who reads quickly, arrogantly, but never wisely.

Being John Malkovich
Being John Malkovich

Larry the Agent: John! Great to see you! Sorry about the cunt at reception.
Craig Schwartz (in John Malkovich): This is my fiancée Maxine.
Larry the Agent: Great to see you, Maxine. Sorry about the cunt at reception. Please have a seat.

The Interview
The Interview

Dave Skylark: CUNT PUNCH THAT BITCH

Magnolia
Magnolia

Frank T.J. Mackey: Respect the Cock. Tame the Cunt

Kick-Ass 2
Kick-Ass 2

Mindy Macready: [in Russian, to Mother Russia] I would've thought a cunt like you could handle all those pricks.

Crank
Crank

Chev Chelios: Does it look like I got cunt written on my head? Who do you think you are fucking with?

Clerks
Clerks

[Randal is on the phone when a woman and little girl come to the counter]
'Happy-Scrappy' Mom: Excuse me. But do you sell videotapes?
Randal Graves: Yeah, what're you looking for?
'Happy-Scrappy' Mom: "Happy Scrappy Hero Pup".
Randal Graves: Uh, one second. I'm on the phone with the distribution house

now; lemme make sure they got it.
'Happy-Scrappy' Mom: 'Kay.
Randal Graves: What's it called again?
'Happy-Scrappy' Mom: "Happy Scrappy Hero Pup".
'Happy-Scrappy' Kid: "Happy Scrappy"!
'Happy-Scrappy' Mom: She loves it.
Randal Graves: Obviously.

[into the phone]
Randal Graves: Uh, yeah, hi, this is RST Video calling. Customer #4352. I'd like to place an order. Okay, I need one each of the following tapes: "Whispers in the Wind", "To Each His Own", "Put It Where It Doesn't Belong", "My Pipes Need Cleaning", "All Tit-Fucking, Volume 8", "I Need Your Cock", "Ass-Worshipping Rimjobbers", "My Cunt and Eight Shafts",

"Cum Clean", "Cum-Gargling Naked Sluts", "Cum Buns 3", "Cumming in Socks", "Cum on Eileen", "Huge Black Cocks with Pearly White Cum", "Girls Who Crave Cock", "Girls Who Crave Cunt", "Men Alone 2: The K-Y Connection", "Pink Pussy Lips", oh yeah, and, uh, "All Holes Filled with Hard Cock".
'Happy-Scrappy' Kid: "Scrappy"!
Randal Graves: Yup. Oh, wait a

minute.
[to the woman]
Randal Graves: Uh, what was that called again?

Closer
Closer

Larry: What does your cunt taste like?
Alice: Heaven.

Blade II
Blade II

Whistler: Better get you some sunscreen, Buttercup.
Chupa: Listen, shit kicker! You're about one cunt hair away from hillbilly heaven.
Whistler: I love it when you talk dirty.

Primal Fear
Primal Fear

[last lines]
[while in a holding cell in the back of the courthouse]
Roy: Mr. Vail?
Martin Vail: Yeah?
Roy: [stammering] Will you t-tell Miss Venable I'm sorry? Tell her I hope her neck is okay.
Martin Vail: Yeah... I will.
[begins walking away, then turns back]
Martin

Vail: Wait... What did you just say? What? You told me just a few minutes ago that you didn't remember. You blacked out. You "lost time" yet again. So, how do you know about her neck?
Roy: [slow clapping sardonically; sneers] Well... good for you, Marty. I was going to let it go at that. You was looking so happy just now. I was thinking, hmmm God. But to tell you

the truth, I'm glad you figured it out, because I have been dying to tell you. I just didn't know who you'd wanna hear it from, you know? Aaron or Roy... or Roy or Aaron. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. A sort of a client-attorney-privilege type of a secret, you know what I mean? It don't matter who you hear it from. It's the same story.
[stammering as Aaron]

Roy: [in a southern accent] I j-j-just... had to kill Linda, Mr. Vail.
[normal voice as Roy]
Roy: That cunt just got what she deserved. But... cutting up that son of a bitch Rushman? That was just a fucking work of art.
Martin Vail: You're good. You are really good.
Roy: Yeah. I did get caught, though,

didn't I?
Martin Vail: So there never... there never was a Roy?
Roy: Jesus Christ, Marty. If that's what you think, I am disappointed in you, I don't mind telling you. There never was an Aaron... counselor! Come on, Marty! I thought you had it figured, there at the end. The way you put me on the stand like that? That was fucking brilliant, Marty! And

that whole thing like "act-like-a-man"? Jesus, I knew exactly what you wanted from me. It was like we were dancing, Marty!
Martin Vail: Guard!
Roy: [as Vail walks away] Oh come on, don't be like that, Marty. We did it, man. We fucking did it! We're a great team, you and me. You think I could've done this without you? You're just feeling a little

angry here, because you started to care about old Aaron, I can understand that, but... you know, love hurts, Marty. What can I say? Hey, I'm just kidding, bud! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! What else was I supposed to do? Hey, you're gonna thank me down the road, because this is gonna toughen you right up, Martin Vail! You hear me? That's a promise!