Boogie Nights (Reed Rothchild)
Want to hear a poem I wrote? “I love you, you love me. Going down the sugar tree. We’ll go down the sugar tree, and see lots of bees: playing, playing. But the bees won’t sting, because you love me.” That’s it.
1077 Best Movie Monologues
Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan (Borat Sagdiyev)
Sometime my sister, she show her vazhïn to my brother Bilo and say “You will never get this! You will never get this! La la la la la.” He behind his cage. He cries, he cries and everybody laughs. She goes “You never get this.” But one time he break cage and he “get this” and then we all laugh. High five!
Born on the Fourth of July (Ron Kovic)
Sometimes I wish, I wish I’d … The first time I got hit, I was shot in the foot. I could have laid down, I mean, who gives a fuck now if I was a hero or not? I was paralyzed, castrated that day. Why? It was all so stupid! I’d have my dick and my balls now, and some days, Timmy, some days I think I’d give everything I believe in, everything I got, all my values, just to have my body back again, just to be whole again. But I’m not whole; I never will be, and that’s, that’s the way it is, isn’t it?
Big Trouble in Little China (Jack Burton)
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: “Have ya paid your dues, Jack?” “Yessir, the check is in the mail.”
Black Hawk Down (Sergeant First Class Norm “Hoot” Hooten)
There’s still men out there. … When I go home people’ll ask me, ‘Hey Hoot, why do you do it, man? Why, you some kinda war junkie?’ I won’t say a god-damn word. Why? They won’t understand. They won’t understand why we do it. They won’t understand that it’s about the men next to you, and that’s it. That’s all it is.
Black Swan (Nina Sayers)
I just want to be perfect.
Blade II (Blade)
Ssss. Hoo. So exciting!
Blazing Saddles (Sheriff Bart)
Hey, where are the white women at?
Blood Diamond (Maddy Bowen)
Do you think I’m exploiting his grief? You’re right, it’s shit. It’s like one of those infomercials. You know, little black babies with swollen bellies with flies in their eyes. It’s right here. I’ve got dead mothers. I’ve got severed limbs, but it’s nothing new. And it might be enough to make some people cry if they read it. Maybe even write a check. But it’s not going to be enough to make it stop. I am sick of writing about victims but it’s all I can fucking do because I need facts. I need names. I need dates. I need pictures. I need bank accounts. People back home wouldn’t buy a ring if they knew it cost someone else their hand. I can’t write that story until I get facts that can be verified. Which is to say until I find someone who will go on record. So if that is not you and you’re not really going to help and we’re not really going to screw, then why don’t you get the fuck out of my face and let me do my work?
Bloodsport (Chong Li)
You break my record, now I break you.