[2013]

Judge Dredd: Inhabitants of Peach Trees, this is Judge Dredd.
Ma-Ma: Let him talk.
Judge Dredd: In case you have forgotten, this block operates under the same rules as the rest of the city. Ma-Ma is not the law... I am the law.

Judge Dredd: Negotiation's over. Sentence is death.

Judge Dredd: Only one thing fighting for order in the chaos; the men and women of the Hall of Justice - juries, executioners, judges.

Anderson: Sir, helmets interfere with my psychic abilities.
Judge Dredd: Think a bullet in the head might interfere with them more.

Control Operator 1: Do you require backup?
Judge Dredd: No.

Antonio Ricci: You live and you suffer.

Joey LaMotta: She ain't the kind of girl you just fuck and forget about, this girl.
Jake La Motta: Joey, how many times I gotta tell ya? Why're you always cursin' when I'm talkin' to you? Don't do it around me. Do it around your friends.
Joey LaMotta: She's a, the kind of girl you bang and forget about - she's not like that. You gotta spend time with her, get involved, you know...
Jake La Motta: D'you bang her?
Joey LaMotta: No.
Jake La Motta: Tell me the truth.
Joey LaMotta: I just told you the truth. I tell you the truth the first time. You don't have to ask me again. I never do that. I always tell you the truth. If I did it, you would know. I took her out a couple of times.
Jake La Motta: You went out with her and you didn't try to fuck her?
Joey LaMotta: I try to fuck anything.

Vicki LaMotta: I sucked your brother's cock.
Jake La Motta: You sucked my brother's cock?
Vicki LaMotta: Yeah, I sucked his cock. I sucked all their cocks - what do you want me to tell you?
[as Jake starts moving to leave the house and confront Joey]
Vicki LaMotta: His fucking cock is bigger than yours.

Jake La Motta: She says he's pretty.
Joey LaMotta: Yeah, well, you make him ugly.

Tommy Como: [after Janiro fight] He ain't pretty no more.

Billy: How's the Seven Psychopaths coming, Marty?
Marty: Slow, slow. I've got the title, y'know... just haven't been able to come up with all the psychopaths yet.
Billy: How many you got?
Marty: One. And he ain't really much of a psychopath. He's more of a... kind of a Buddhist.
Billy: A Buddhist?
Marty: Yeah, I'm sick of all these stereotypical Hollywood murderer scumbag type psychopath movies. I don't want it to be one more film about guys with guns in their hands. I want it... overall... to be about love... and peace. But it still has to be about these seven psychopaths, so this Buddhist psychopath, he... he doesn't believe in violence. I don't know what the fuck he's going to do in the movie.

Hans: An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.
Billy: No, it doesn't. There'll be one guy left with one eye. How's the last blind guy gonna take out the eye of the last guy left?

Marty: That's just fucking great! Oh great! Do you know what that is?
Hans: Yeah.
Marty: Do you know what that is?
Hans: Great.
Marty: That's just fucking great!

Billy: You can't let the animals die in a movie... only the women.

Paulo: Put your hands up!
Hans: No.
Paulo: What?
Hans: I said no.
Paulo: Why not?
Hans: Because I don't want to.
Paulo: But I've got a gun...
Hans: I don't care.
Paulo: It doesn't make any sense!
Hans: Too bad!

Zachariah: You didn't think I was what? Serious? You think I'm not serious just because I carry a rabbit?

Zachariah: I'm going to be over to kill you Tuesday.
Marty: That's good, I'm not doing anything Tuesday.

Ray: Bruges is a shithole.
Ken: Bruges *is* not a shithole.
Ray: Bruges *is* a shithole.
Ken: Ray, we only just got off the fucking train! Could we reserve judgement on Bruges until we've seen the fucking place?

Ray: One gay beer for my gay friend, one normal beer for me because I am normal.

Ray: A lot of midgets tend to kill themselves. A disproportionate amount, actually. Hervé Villechaize off of Fantasy Island. I think somebody from the Time Bandits did. I suppose they must get really sad about like... being really little and that... people looking at them, laughing at them, calling them names. You know, "short arse". There's another famous midget. I miss him but I can't remember. It's not the R2D2 man; no, he's still going. I hope your midget doesn't kill himself. Your dream sequence will be fucked.
Chloë: He doesn't like being called a midget. He prefers dwarf.
Ray: This is exactly my point! People going around calling you a midget when you want to be called a dwarf. Of course you're going to blow your head off.

Chloë: So what do you do, Raymond?
Ray: I... shoot people for money.
Chloë: [smiling] What kinds of people?
Ray: Priests, children... you know, the usual.
Chloë: Is there a lot of money to be made in that business?
Ray: There is for priests. There isn't for children. So what is it you do, Chloë?
Chloë: I sell cocaine and heroin to Belgian film crews.
Ray: Do you?
Chloë: Do I look like I do?
Ray: You do, actually. Do I... look like I shoot people?
Chloë: No. Just children.

Ken: [Ray walks into the bar high on cocaine] How'd your date go?
Ray: My date involved two instances of extreme violence, one instance of her hand on my cock and my finger up her thing which lasted all too briefly - and then I was away - , one instance of me stealing five grams of very high-quality cocaine and one instance of me blinding a poofy little skinhead: so all in all... my evening pretty much balanced out, fine.

Ray: You two are weird. Would you like some cocaine?

Eirik: I can't see! I can't see!
Ray: Of course you can't see! I just a shot a blank in your fucking eye!

Eirik: I was trying to rob him. And he took my gun from me. And the gun was full of blanks. And he shot a blank into my eye. And now I cannot see from this eye ever again, the doctors say.
Harry: Well to be honest it sounds like it's all your fault.
Eirik: What?
Harry: I mean basically if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks and you allow your gun to be taken off you and you allow yourself to be shot in the eye with a blank which I assume that the person has to get quite close to you then, yeah really it's all your fault for being such a poof, so why don't you stop wingeing and cheer the fuck up.
Yuri: Eirek - I really wouldn't respond.
Eirik: I thought you wanted the guy dead?
Harry: I do want the guy dead, I want him fucking crucified but it don't change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind little gay boy, does it?

Harry: [to Ken] Did I ask you to be his psychiatrist? No. I asked you to fucking kill him.

Ray: Murder, father.
Priest: Why did you murder someone, Raymond?
Ray: For money, father.
Priest: For money? You murdered someone for money?
Ray: Yes, father. Not out of anger. Not out of nothing. For money.
Priest: Who did you murder for money, Raymond?
Ray: You, father.
Priest: I'm sorry?
Ray: I said you, father. What are you, deaf?

Ken: Harry, let's face it. And I'm not being funny. I mean no disrespect, but you're a cunt. You're a cunt now, and you've always been a cunt. And the only thing that's going to change is that you're going to be an even bigger cunt. Maybe have some more cunt kids.
Harry: [furious] Leave my kids fucking out of it! What have they done? You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!
Ken: I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.
Harry: Insult my fucking kids? That's going overboard, mate!
Ken: I retracted it, didn't I?

Marie: [to Ray and Harry] Why don't you both put your guns down, and go home?
Harry: Don't be stupid. This is the shootout.

Ray: Maybe that's what hell is, the entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges.

Billy Crash: [after getting shot in the genitals] D-jango, you black son of a bitch!
Django: The "D" is silent, hillbilly.

Dr. King Schultz: How do you like the bounty hunting business?
Django: Kill white people and get paid for it? What's not to like?

Betina: So you're really free?
Django: Yes.
Betina: You mean, you wanna dress like that?

Calvin Candie: Your boss looks a little green around the gills.
Django: He just ain't used to seein' a man ripped apart by dogs is all.
Calvin Candie: But you are used to it?
Django: I'm just a little more used to Americans than he is.

Django: [bursts into a room of runaway slave catchers, guns drawn] D'Artagnan, motherfuckers!

Dr. King Schultz: You silver tongued devil, you.

Dr. King Schultz: [to slaves] And in the odd chance there are any Astronomy aficionados amongst you the North Star is... that one.

Mr. Rzykruski: Ladies and gentlemen. I think the confusion here is that you are all very ignorant. Is that right word, ignorant? I mean stupid, primitive,unenlightened. You do not understand science, so you are afraid of it. Like a dog is afraid of thunder or balloons. To you, science is magic and witchcraft because you have such small minds. I cannot make your heads bigger, but your children's heads, I can take them and crack them open. This is what I try to do, to get at their brains!