Movie lines you would love to use IC.

Started by rocketman, July 08, 2012, 07:53:07 AM

Being an interviewee (whom doesn't really want the job) for a clan:

Boss-man: You think you got what it takes?
Interviewee: I'll tell you what I got. Your mate's pussy on my breath.
Boss-man: Nobody's ever spoken to me like that before.
Interviewee: That's because their mouths were full of your mate's box.
Boss-man: You're hired.
Interviewee: Shit.
Choppin muthafuckaz up with mandibles since 1995.

I've successfully used some Game of Thrones lines. In perfectly IC ways. *highfive self*

"There he goes. Doing his Samos thing."
"Can you believe that fucking retard is in charge of people?"

Not directly in line with the theme of the thread, but I want to play a Lord Rust-type character one day, as a Tor. And just speak like he speaks.
Quote from: Agameth
Goat porn is not prohibited in the Highlord's city.

Grinning, the scrawny, toothless rinther says in 'Rinthi-accented Sirihish,
   "He go' a real purdy mouth, ain't 'e?
Quote from: Twilight on January 22, 2013, 08:17:47 PMGreb - To scavenge, forage, and if Whira is with you, loot the dead.
Grebber - One who grebs.

Everything from Anchorman. Oddly somehow, I don't have to change anything to make them work. (except for mahogany)

Blooded Merchant House member talking to sexy f-me

House Member: "I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal."
Sexy F-Me: "Really."
House Member: "People know me."
Sexy F-Me: "Well, I'm very happy for you."
House Member: "I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich thornwood."


Warrior #1: "Boy, that escalated quickly... I mean, that really got out of hand fast."
Warrior #2: "It jumped up a notch."
Warrior #1: "It did, didn't it?"
Warrior #2: "Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart."
Warrior #1: "I saw that. Brick killed a guy. Did you throw a trident?"
Warrior #2: "Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident."
Warrior #1: "Brick, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder."

I have learned that one can, in fact, typo to death.

Quote from: KismeticTuluk is not Inception, the text experience.

Quote from: Akaramu on January 02, 2013, 02:45:53 AM
I've successfully used some Game of Thrones lines. In perfectly IC ways. *highfive self*

I have quoted Tyrion Lanister more times then I should. But he says so many damned good things that just work. LOL.
I remember recruiting this Half elf girl. And IMMEDIATELY taking her out on a contract. Right as we go into this gith hole I tell her "Remember your training, and you'll be fine." and she goes "I have no training." Then she died

Watching the line of inix prance through their graceful, carefully choreographed dance routine, the square-jawed, grizzled elkran says, in sirhirish,
       "You can teach an inix to do anything with enough electricity up its ass."

(Originating from the Random Thought thread)

the rugged templar slurs, in menos-accented sirihish:
"Fight and you may die. Run and you may live awhile. And dying in your bed many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here as young men and tell are enemies that they may take our lives, but they will never take our freedom!?"
Quote from: H. L.  MenckenEvery normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats.

The hairy, bushy bearded raider says, in southern-accented sirihish:
    "You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man."

---

The hairy, bushy-bearded raider looks up from the pool of water and says, in southern-accented sirihish:
    "You could make a fortune. Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands."

The rugged, weather-beaten drifter nods slowly and says, in southern-accented sirihish:
    "They call them 'millions'"

The hairy, bushy-bearded raider smiles and says, in southern-accented sirihish:
    "'Millions' Hmmm."
Quote from: MorgenesYa..what Bushranger said...that's the ticket.

The Large framed, black skinned man say in squeaky-sirihish, thrusting a massive finger into the air pointing:
"I'm gonna get ya, SUCKA!"
The funny little foreign man

I often hear the jingle to -Riunite on ice- when I read the estate name Reynolte, eve though there ain't no ice in Zalanthas.

"I'm here to smoke spice and kick ass... And I'm all outta spice."
Quote from: LauraMars
Quote from: brytta.leofaLaura, did weird tribal men follow you around at age 15?
If by weird tribal men you mean Christians then yes.

Quote from: Malifaxis
She was teabagging me.

My own mother.

The 'rinthi gang thug asks, in Sirihish:
"What region are you from?"

The terrified turncoat hireling asks, in Sirihish:
"Wh-what?"

The 'rinthi gang thug flips the wooden table over, causing it to crash to the apartment floor.

The 'rinthi gang thug exclaims, in Sirihish:
"What don't sound like no region I ever heard of!  They speak Sirihish in 'What'?!

The terrified turncoat hireling asks, in Sirihish:
"Wh-what?"

The 'rinthi gang thug exclaims, in Sirihish:
"Sirihish, muthafucka!  Do you speak it?!"
-Naatok the Naughty Monkey

My state of mind an inferno. This mind, which cannot comprehend. A torment to my conscience,
my objectives lost in frozen shades. Engraved, the scars of time, yet never healed.  But still, the spark of hope does never rest.

Quote from: naatok on March 02, 2013, 09:44:43 AM
The 'rinthi gang thug asks, in Sirihish:
"What region are you from?"

The terrified turncoat hireling asks, in Sirihish:
"Wh-what?"

The 'rinthi gang thug flips the wooden table over, causing it to crash to the apartment floor.

The 'rinthi gang thug exclaims, in Sirihish:
"What don't sound like no region I ever heard of!  They speak Sirihish in 'What'?!

The terrified turncoat hireling asks, in Sirihish:
"Wh-what?"

The 'rinthi gang thug exclaims, in Sirihish:
"Sirihish, muthafucka!  Do you speak it?!"

:D Yessssssss. I had thought of this one last night.
Choppin muthafuckaz up with mandibles since 1995.

Charles Bronson:

Murder is only killing without a license.

Priceless
The funny little foreign man

I often hear the jingle to -Riunite on ice- when I read the estate name Reynolte, eve though there ain't no ice in Zalanthas.

Lowering his crossbow and wiping blood from his eyes, you say, in sirihish:
     "Aw, man, I shot Amos in the face."

Quote from: i can haz mantis on March 02, 2013, 04:07:27 PM
Quote from: naatok on March 02, 2013, 09:44:43 AM
The 'rinthi gang thug asks, in Sirihish:
"What region are you from?"

The terrified turncoat hireling asks, in Sirihish:
"Wh-what?"

The 'rinthi gang thug flips the wooden table over, causing it to crash to the apartment floor.

The 'rinthi gang thug exclaims, in Sirihish:
"What don't sound like no region I ever heard of!  They speak Sirihish in 'What'?!

The terrified turncoat hireling asks, in Sirihish:
"Wh-what?"

The 'rinthi gang thug exclaims, in Sirihish:
"Sirihish, muthafucka!  Do you speak it?!"

:D Yessssssss. I had thought of this one last night.

Made my day entirely, I laughed so hard my stomach hurts and im in tears. Thank you guys.
Quote from: muckguppy on April 12, 2013, 12:03:35 PM
I don't always play muds, but when I do.. it's something ridiculously opaque and has the learning curve of a chinese instrument from 600 BC.

Speaking of "Beastmaster" .. Anyone apping for those roles should reaaaaaally watch the cheezy movies for inspiration..

Beast Master:
I've never seen a... pilgrim... who could use a staff the way you did.

Nomad:
Ah, but sir; all pilgrims share a deep love of life; especially their own!

Beast master:
Sorcerer, you harm the king and I promise you: youll learn the true meaning of agony.

Sorcerer:
From who? You? Youre a failure, youre a mistake. You're a pathetic freak of nature. I'm doing the world a favor by removing you from it.


Beast master:
Those are the lost hounds.

Lacky:
Thats bad, right?

Beast master:
They stalk the night searching for souls to drag down into the abyss.

Lacky:
Sounds like a couple of guys I met in Luirs last night.
I have learned that one can, in fact, typo to death.

Quote from: KismeticTuluk is not Inception, the text experience.

Once upon a time in the west:

Three gunslingers face a fourth.

One of the three says to the fourth

"Looks like we a horse short." *snickers*

The fourth says, dead pan

"Looks to me like two to many."

The funny little foreign man

I often hear the jingle to -Riunite on ice- when I read the estate name Reynolte, eve though there ain't no ice in Zalanthas.

From Breaking Bad:

Drug dealer, looking shocked after an explosion, says "Are you crazy?"

The shaven-headed, goateed middle-aged man says, in chemistry-professor-accented sirihish, "You wanna find out?"
The Devil doesn't dawdle.

It was all I could do this morning at one point not to outright say: "Do or do not, there -is- no try."
Quote from: Wug
No one on staff is just waiting for the opportunity to get revenge on someone who killed one of their characters years ago.

Except me. I remember every death. And I am coming for you bastards.

Quote from: AmandaGreathouse on March 04, 2013, 01:15:35 PM
It was all I could do this morning at one point not to outright say: "Do or do not, there -is- no try."

I used that [REDACTED]. It was glorious.
I'm taking an indeterminate break from Armageddon for the foreseeable future and thereby am not available for mudsex.
Quote
In law a man is guilty when he violates the rights of others. In ethics he is guilty if he only thinks of doing so.

In the 'Wild Bunch'

A swarm of slurry speaking degenerates making up the -for lack of better word- militia to shoot down the wild bunch run out after the killing.

at one point they swarm over three fresh kills and one of the degenerates calls out "Suhwe, dis is better den a hog slaughter"

while joining the others in looting the dead of all they had.

Makes me think of Arm when ever some one dies. the crowd swarms over them to loot. 
The funny little foreign man

I often hear the jingle to -Riunite on ice- when I read the estate name Reynolte, eve though there ain't no ice in Zalanthas.

Someone that is the arch-enemy of the Byn needs to:

"WAAAAARRRRRIIIIIOOOOORRRRRRSSSSS... why don't you come out to play-i-ay?"

"WAAAAARRRRRIIIIIOOOOORRRRRRSSSSS..."
You notice: A war beetle squeezes out an Orin-sized ball of dung.

His hands in his pockets, the pudgy, squint-eyed man asks, in southern-accented sirihish, "Was it Thane that got shot through the eyeball, or Luir that got shot through the eyeball?"

The lanky, haggard young man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish, "I dunno... that's really good aim."

The pudgy, squint-eyed man says, in southern-accented sirihish "No. That's not really good aim. That's a hundred fucking militia with a hundred fucking crossbows, one of 'em is bound to go through somebody's fuckin' eyeball."

Muttering, the lanky, haggard young man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish, "Oh... eyeballl... eyeball... eyeball..."

Glancing back over his shoulder, the pudgy, squint-eyed man asks, in southern-accented sirihish, "You ever shoot a guy in his eyeball?"

The lanky, haggard young man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish, "I stabbed a guy in his ear once. Glasshacker. Right in his fuckin' ear.

Tersely, the pudgy, squint-eyed man says, in southern-accented sirihish, "Yeah, see, that'd be a different subject. That'd be ears."

The figure in a red silk mask arrives from the north.

The figure in a red silk mask draws an agafari hand crossbow.

The figure in a red silk mask draws an agafari hand crossbow.
All the world will be your enemy. When they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.