Well, I didn't think you had it in it!
I'm your Huckleberry! Why Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave!
The fights not with you Holliday!
I beg to differ sir, we play for blood remember?!
I was just foolin when......!
I wasn't. And this time, legal!
Alright lunger, lets do it!
Say when!
Michael Bieghn and Val Kilmer: Tombstone
I'm forty-seven. Forty-seven years old. You know how I stayed alive this long? Fear. Fearsome acts. A man steals from me, I cut off his hand. If he offends me, I cut out his tongue. If he stands up against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike and lift it up for all to see. A spectacle of fearsome acts. That's what maintains the order of things. Fear.
Billy the Butcher.
Gangs of New York (2002)
Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing around. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM! A f****n' bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask you, would you give a f**k what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?!
OR
Vinny: I object to this witness being called at this time. We've been given no prior notice he'd testify. No discovery of any tests he's conducted or reports he's prepared. And as the court is aware, the defense is entitled to advance notice of any witness who will testify, particularly those who will give scientific evidence, so that we may properly prepare for cross-examination, as well as give the defense an opportunity to have the witness's reports reviewed by a defense expert, who might then be in a position to contradict the veracity of his conclusions.
Judge Chamberlain Holler: Mr. Gambini?
Vinny: Yes sir?
Judge Chamberlain Holler: That is a lucid, intelligent, well-thought out objection.
Vinny: Thank you, your honor.
Judge Chamberlain Holler: Overruled.
" Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fu***' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why? Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, F*** YOU TOO! "
Lt. Col. Frank Slade
Scent of a woman (1992)
Originally posted by TheBloopClassic.
Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing around. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM! A f****n' bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask you, would you give a f**k what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?!