ill start with some from boondock saints:
Doc: Why don't you make like a tree, and get the fuck outta here?
Rocco: Shut your fat ass Rayvie! I can't buy a pack of smokes without running into nine guys you fucked!
Paul Smecker: Okay Duffy, have any theories to go with that tie?
Conner MacManus: Jesus! He brought a six-shooter!
Murphy MacManus: There were nine of them, you retard! What were you going to do with the last three, laugh them to death? Funny man?
Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink ships!
Rocco: I got to buy you a proverb book or something, because this mix 'n' match shit's got to go.
Conner MacManus: Well, a penny saved is worth two in the bush, right?
Murphy MacManus: And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.
[After Smecker proves the Boston detectives wrong]
Paul Smecker: We'll start the ass-kissing with you.
Paul Smecker: That's all we need: some sensational story making these boys out to be superheroes triumphing over evil.
Yakavetta: The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him no more. Taking all the fun out of the job.
Paul Smecker: You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing.
[After finding a suitcase full of cash with the dead mobsters]
Murphy MacManus: The hits just keep on coming. I love our new job.
Rocco: They can suck my pathetic little dick, and I'll dip my balls in marinara sauce so those fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it!
Rocco: I killed your cat! I thought that it would bring closure to our relationship!
Paul Smecker: Greenly, the day I want the Boston police to do my thinking for me is the day I will have a fucking tag on my toe.
Rocco: This guy takes out a whole family -- wife, kids -- like he's ordering fucking pizza.
[After Rocco fondles an unconscious woman's breast] Conner MacManus: What the fuck are you doing? Rocco: I'll tip her!
Murphy MacManus: We're sorta like 7-11. We're not always doin' business, but we're always open.
Conner MacManus: That was nicely put.
Yakavetta: The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him no more. I got to tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes. Taking all the fun out of the job.
Paul Smecker: Television is the explanation for this. You see this in bad television. Little assault guys creeping through the vents, coming in through the ceiling--that James Bond shit never happens in real life, professionals don't do that!
Doc: Why don't you make like a tree, and get the fuck outta here?
Rocco: Shut your fat ass Rayvie! I can't buy a pack of smokes without running into nine guys you fucked!
Paul Smecker: Okay Duffy, have any theories to go with that tie?
Conner MacManus: Jesus! He brought a six-shooter!
Murphy MacManus: There were nine of them, you retard! What were you going to do with the last three, laugh them to death? Funny man?
Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink ships!
Rocco: I got to buy you a proverb book or something, because this mix 'n' match shit's got to go.
Conner MacManus: Well, a penny saved is worth two in the bush, right?
Murphy MacManus: And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.
[After Smecker proves the Boston detectives wrong]
Paul Smecker: We'll start the ass-kissing with you.
Paul Smecker: That's all we need: some sensational story making these boys out to be superheroes triumphing over evil.
Yakavetta: The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him no more. Taking all the fun out of the job.
Paul Smecker: You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing.
[After finding a suitcase full of cash with the dead mobsters]
Murphy MacManus: The hits just keep on coming. I love our new job.
Rocco: They can suck my pathetic little dick, and I'll dip my balls in marinara sauce so those fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it!
Rocco: I killed your cat! I thought that it would bring closure to our relationship!
Paul Smecker: Greenly, the day I want the Boston police to do my thinking for me is the day I will have a fucking tag on my toe.
Rocco: This guy takes out a whole family -- wife, kids -- like he's ordering fucking pizza.
[After Rocco fondles an unconscious woman's breast] Conner MacManus: What the fuck are you doing? Rocco: I'll tip her!
Murphy MacManus: We're sorta like 7-11. We're not always doin' business, but we're always open.
Conner MacManus: That was nicely put.
Yakavetta: The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him no more. I got to tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes. Taking all the fun out of the job.
Paul Smecker: Television is the explanation for this. You see this in bad television. Little assault guys creeping through the vents, coming in through the ceiling--that James Bond shit never happens in real life, professionals don't do that!
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