The Shawshank Redemption
The Shawshank Redemption

Red: These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized. Heywood: Shit. I could never get like that. Ernie: Oh yeah? Say that when you been here as long as Brooks has. Red: Goddamn right. They send you here for life, and that's exactly what they take. The part that counts, anyway.

The Shawshank Redemption
The Shawshank Redemption

Red: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I remember thinking it would take a man six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with it. Old Andy did it in less than twenty. Oh, Andy loved geology. I imagine it appealed to his meticulous

nature. An ice age here, million years of mountain building there. Geology is the study of pressure and time. That's all it takes really, pressure, and time. That, and a big goddamn poster. Like I said, in prison a man will do most anything to keep his mind occupied. Turns out Andy's favorite hobby was totin' his wall out into the exercise yard, a handful at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed,

Andy decided he'd been here just about long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guards simply didn't notice. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a mans shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want to. Five hundred yards... that's the

length of five football fields, just shy of half a mile.

The Shawshank Redemption
The Shawshank Redemption

Red: Get busy living or get busy dying. That's goddamn right!

The Shawshank Redemption
The Shawshank Redemption

[Andy is comforting a sobbing Brooks after he held a knife to Heywood's neck] Heywood: Hey, what about me? Crazy old fool goddamn near cut my throat! Red: Aw Heywood, you've had worse from shaving!

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: Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!

Inception
Inception

Fischer: Couldn't somebody have dreamt up a goddamn beach?

Inception
Inception

Fischer: [to Saito, out of breath after evading an avalanche] Man, couldn't someone have dreamt up a goddamn beach? Huh?

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!

Pulp Fiction
Pulp Fiction

Jules: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the shit hid at? Marvin: It's over th... Jules: I don't remember askin' you a Goddamn thing! You were saying? Roger: It's in the cupboard. [Vincent starts looking in the upper cupboard] Roger: No, no, the

one by your kn-knees. Jules: We happy? [Vincent continues staring at the briefcase's contents] Jules: Vincent! We happy? Vincent: Yeah, we happy. Brett: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got yours, Vincent, right? But I didn't get yours... Jules: My name's Pitt. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of

this shit. Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never... Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying

something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: What country are you from? Brett: What? What? Wh - ? Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What? Brett: What?

Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it? Brett: Yes! Yes! Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'! Brett: Yes! Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! Brett: What? Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what

one more Goddamn time!