The Shawshank Redemption
The Shawshank Redemption

[after Brooks held a knife to Heywood's throat] Andy Dufresne: I just don't understand what happened in there. Heywood: Old man's crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse, is what. Red: Oh Heywood, that's enough out of you! Ernie: I heard he had you shittin' in your pants! Heywood: Fuck you! Red: Would you knock it off? Brooks ain't no bug. He's just... just

institutionalized. Heywood: Institutionalized, my ass. Red: The man's been in here fifty years, Heywood. Fifty years! This is all he knows. In here, he's an important man. He's an educated man. Outside, he's nothin'! Just a used up con with arthritis in both hands.

The Shawshank Redemption
The Shawshank Redemption

Andy Dufresne: [referring to Fat Ass] What was his name? Heywood: What did you say? Andy Dufresne: I was just wondering if anybody knew his name. Heywood: Fuck do you care, new fish? Doesn't fuckin' matter what his name was. He's dead.

The Shawshank Redemption
The Shawshank Redemption

Andy Dufresne: I want to know how the score comes out. Tommy Williams: I'll show you how the score comes out [crumbles test paper] Tommy Williams: . TWO POINTS! THERE'S YOUR GODDAMN SCORE! Cats crawling on trees, five times five is twenty-five. [shouts] Tommy Williams: FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK IT! [Smacks book off the library table, and stormed out]

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: [1:03:32] Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! Narrator: OK. Give me some water! Tyler Durden: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or... [shouts] Tyler Durden: Look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn. Narrator: Please let me have it... *Please*! Tyler Durden: First you have to

give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: [to the police chief] Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash,

we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Narrator: Tyler, I'm grateful to you; for everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this. Tyler Durden: What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Richard Chesler: Get the fuck out of here, you're fired! Narrator: I have a better solution. You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary, my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even have to come into the office, I can do this job from home.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.