This will be the end of Gondor as we know it. Here the hammer stroke will fall hardest.
The Dead City. Very nasty place. Full of enemies.
Will: Please tell me this isn't the crisis. Kate: This isn't the crisis. Donna: Is this the voting thing? Will: Is what the voting thing? Donna: The crisis, is the crisis the voting thing? Will: What voting thing? Kate: It's the voting thing, how'd you find out? Donna: Josh.
The way into Mordor. The secret stair.
The board is set. The pieces are moving.
President Bartlet: If people fail to realize that the straight ticket vote doesn't count in nonpartisan races -- if they just casually vote the party line, then their interest will continue to go unrepresented. Deborah: Josh is convinced that it's something more than a crisis. He's upgraded it to a calamity, a c...
Gondorian Soldier 1: The Beacon! The Beacon of Amon Din is lit. Gandalf: Hope is kindled.
This is the time to show them everything.
Thank you for your consideration.
The age of Men is over. The time of the Orc has come.
Fat one cannot know. Smeagol look after master. He wants it. He needs it. Smeagol sees it in his eye. Very soon, he will ask you for it. You will see. The fat one will take it from you.
Sam: That's a filthy lie! You stinking, two faced sneak! Frodo: Sam! Sam: Call me... Frodo: Stop it! Sam! Sam: I'll kill him! Frodo: Sam! No! Sam: Oh, my... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to go so far. I was just so... So angry. Here, just... Let's just rest a bit. Frodo: I'm all right.
The horses are restless and the men are quiet.
The men have found their captain. They will follow you into battle, even to death. You have given us hope.
She will not long survive the evil that now spreads from Mordor. The light of the Evenstar is failing. As Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring. The Shadow is upon us, Aragorn. The end has come.
The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.
The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the Ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt road.
The very warmth of my blood seems stolen away.
The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead. And the Dead keep it. The way is shut.
The Dead do not suffer the living to pass. You will suffer me.
King of the Dead: That blade was broken! Aragorn: It has been remade. Fight for us... and regain your honor.
They had no honor in life, they have none now in death.
Denethor: Theoden's betrayed me. Abandon your posts! Flee, flee for your lives! Gandalf: Prepare for battle!
Gandalf: Peregrin Took! Go back to the Citadel! Pippin: They called us out to fight.
This is no place for a Hobbit.
Shagrat: This scum will be awake in a couple of hours. Gorbag: Then he'll wish he'd never been born.
Denethor: He is burning... already burning. Pippin: He's not dead! He's not dead! No! No! He's not dead! Stop! Denethor: Farewell, Peregrin, son of Paladin... I release you from my service. Go now and die in what way seems best to you.
Sophie: The way that you kiss good night. Ali & Lisa: The way that you kiss me good night. Sophie: The way that you hold me tight. Ali & Lisa: The way that you're holding me tight. Sophie: I feel like I wanna sing. When you do your... Together: THING
Martin: we traveled all the way from London. Annie: rather picturesque don't you think. Martin: right shall we fire up from your mother's list?
Hallie: Elizabeth and Nick, your dinner awaits.
Hallie: feels like we're sisters. Annie: sisters? Hallie we're like twins.
There's plenty for the both of us. May the best Dwarf win.
That still only counts as one!
That's for Frodo! And for the Shire! And that's for my old Gaffer!
Aragorn: No. There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that. Gimli: How? Aragorn: Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate.
Frodo: There's... There's nothing. No veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes. Sam: Then let us be rid of it once and for all. Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you. Come on!
Eagles. The eagles are coming!
Frodo: The Ring is mine. Sam: No... no... No!
Gandalf: Faramir? This is not the first halfing to have crossed your path. Faramir: No. Pippin: You've seen Frodo and Sam? Gandalf: Where? When? Faramir: In Ithilien. Not two days ago.
The Ring is mine.
Frodo: There'll be none left for the return journey. Sam: I don't think there will be a return journey, Mr. Frodo.
This day does not belong to one man, but to all. Let us together rebuild this world, that we may share in the days of peace.
Thirteen months to the day since Gandalf sent us on our long journey, we found ourselves looking upon a familiar sight. We were home.
There are some things that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold.
The power of the Three Rings is ended. The time has come for the dominion of Men.
The last pages are for you, Sam.
It was a big year for cable. For the first time ever, none of the four major networks were nominated in the Drama category. And you can't ignore that. The Academy is sending a pretty clear message, and that message is: "Show us your boobs".
This is particularly satisfying since Betty White always kicks my ass in our mixed martial arts class. It's emasculating, that's all I'm gonna say to you.
I think the academy should have melted this down into 10 or 11 little teeny-tiny Emmys. Easier to carry home, and then divvied them out all my nephews and cousins in the Hatfield Clan.
Thank you, this is Gary Goetzman, we'd like to thank our founding fathers for the democratic process that they came up with that has provided not only us and HBO, and all the comedies series here a plethora of material that seems to just go on and on and on and on and on.
Take out the papers and the trash, or you don't get no spending cash. lf you don't scrub that kitchen floor, you ain't gonna rock and roll no more! Yakety yak! Don't talk back! da da da da da da da...
The pavement was his enemy.
This is Vincent's car. Can I help you, please?
Vincent: Through the lips, over the gums... Julius: Look out stomach! Here it comes!
That's right, Julius. She abandoned me.
Twenty! You little shit for brains peckerwood! You're out of your goddam, greedy mind!
Julius: You moved too soon. Burt Klane: What? Julius: The second rule in the crisis situation. Morris Klane: Uh oh, he's starting that funny talk again. Julius: If you choose to bluff, you must be prepared to have your bluff called. Burt Klane: This is no bluff.
Marnie: Oh, no. Julius: What? What's the matter? Marnie: This bed is lumpy. You mind if I share the floor with you?
Vincent: The Klane boys. What an unpleasant surprise. Burt Klane: Vince, this has gone way beyond a case of simple long delinquency. Bob Klane: We don't like bein' shot. Vincent: Shot? Who shot ya?
Erin: He came tearing around the corner, out of control. Defending Lawyer: An ER doctor, who spends his days saving lives, was the one out of control? Erin: That asshole smashed in my fucking neck!
Three months ago you lost the drive containing the identity of every agent embedded in terrorist organizations across the globe.
They weren't targeting her, they wanted her to see it.
George Strait Final Tour
That stupid bitch.
Erin: This isn't gonna get you laid, you know? Get in bed. George: No that's good, because I don't find you attractive either.
This is the problem. This is what's wrong with America. It's gotten so big, you just can't find your way.
Forget it, Frank. There's no one in charge.
Masry: Oh, this is a whole different ball game. A much bigger deal. Erin: Kind of like David and what's his name. Masry: It's kind of like David and what's his name's whole fucking family.
Tell your clients they're going to trial.
Ms. Sanchez: Let's be honest here. $20 million dollars is more money than these people have ever dreamed of. Erin: Oh see, now that pisses me off. First of all, since the demur we have more than 400 plaintiffs and... let's be honest, we all know there are more out there. They may not be the most sophisticated peop...
I mean there may be many men out there who don't mind being the maid and getting nothing in return. But I sure as shit ain't one of them.
Theresa Dallavale: Okay, look, I think we got off on the wrong foot here... Erin: That's all you got, lady. Two wrong feet in fucking ugly shoes.
Matthew: This girl's the same age as me... She's one of the sick people? Erin: She is, but, you know, that's why I'm helping her. Get her some medicine. Make her feel better. Matthew: Why can't her own mama help her? Erin: Because her own mamma's real sick too.
Alonzo: They said they wouldn't hurt her, man. Tubbs: They lied.
The cops seize it, arrest everyone, then they start taking it out of the evidence room, whacking it down to nothing and selling it back to us, they basically control the market with it.
Things are never gonna be the same in Harlem. You walk down the street, nobody bothers you 'cause Bumpy was making sure of it.
Twenty percent puts me out of business, and every somebody you know out of business. There's legitimate ways of doing things, Tango, and then there's this way. Not even Bumpy took 20%.
They'll put all kinds of stuff right in front, right in the mouth of the Cornucopia. There'll even be a bow there. Don't go for it.
And, of course, there's the familiar "boom" of the cannon, which marks the end of another fallen Tribute.
General: You think you're going to take 100 kilos of heroin into the US, and you don't work for anyone? Someone is going to allow that? Frank: That's right.
There are lots of underdogs. And I think if you could see them, you would not root for them either.
Attention, Tributes. Attention. The regulations requiring a single victor have been suspended. From now on, two victors may be crowned, if both originate from the same district. This will be the only announcement.
Attention, Tributes, attention. Commencing at sunrise, there will be a feast tomorrow at the Cornucopia. This will be no ordinary occasion. Each of you needs something desperately. And we plan to be generous hosts.
Katniss: That's Nightlock, Peeta! You'd be dead in a minute! Peeta: I didn't know. Katniss: You scared me to death. Damn you.
That's it. That's excellent.
Attention. Attention, Tributes. There has been a slight rule change. The previous revision, allowing for two victors from the same district, has been revoked. Only one victor may be crowned. Good luck. And may the odds be ever in your favor.
Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the winners of the 74th Annual Hunger Games.
James Van Der Beek leaving club with dark-haired beauty and self-proclaimed California Raisin heiress. The legend grows!
Chloe: Holy mother! Dammit! Those are tight! Doesn't that hurt? Van Der Beek: So much. Yeah. But, if you want your ass to rock, your plumb's gotta pay the price.
That's the sound of air rapidly filling the vacuum created by your departed body.
I'm gonna tell you what's gonna happen. People gonna come in here, and you know what they gonna say? They're gonna look around and they're gonna go... "That's some crazy motherfucking wallpaper. What is that? "Jackson Pollock?"
They didn't do time with us, they ain't doing crime with us.
Sonny: Full signal, no service. They're jamming the phones. Tubbs: This is the type of stuff the CIA does. In Baghdad. Sonny: Yeah. What's it doing on a dope deal?
The nervous system is just wires and cables. Even after death, the muscles respond to electricity.
The flowers? They mean, "We know where you live, "where your dog lives, your dog's veterinarian.
Sonny: This is a bad idea. Isabella: This is past a bad idea.
They are wrong. Somehow, somehow they are wrong.
Isabella: This is very Cuban. The protective male talking. Sonny: This is the talk of a man.
And that's Abruzzo with the two fat black ones. He loves a big ass, man. He's a bulldog. He don't fuck around, all right. He's got a bit of a temper, yeah, but you can trust this guy with your grandmother.
The man I worked for, he had one of the biggest companies in New York City. He ran it for more than 50 years. Fifteen years, eight months and nine days, I was with him every day.
Steve Jobs giving a speech at the 1983 IDCA.
The motion lights have been turning on and off every night.
That's a clown suit. That's a costume with a big sign on it that says "Arrest Me." You understand? You're too loud. You're making too much noise. Look at me. The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room. I told you that.
Eva: You're Frank and this is your place? Frank: That's right. I'm Frank and this is my place. Eva: Why is it called Small's? Why don't you call it Frank's? Frank: When you own something, you can call it what you want.
The reason we have been in such a enormous economic crisis, was prompted by reckless behavior across the board.
The government is not effective in bringing down the cost of almost anything.
Does anybody out there think that the big problem we had is that there was too much oversight and regulation on Wall Street?
The right approach is one which relies on the brilliance of our people and states, not the federal government.
The irony is, that we've seen this model work really well in Massachusetts.
The oil industry gets $4 billion a year in corporate welfare. Basically, they get deductions that those small businesses that Governor Romney refers to, they don’t get.
The role of government: Look behind us. The Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. The role of government is to promote and protect the principles of those documents.
They were the biggest rap group in the world. They sold more records than Elvis Presley and Coretta Scott King combined. They'll forever be known as the world's most dangerous band, Cell Block 4.
These motherfuckers, CB4. These Motherfuckers is real, G.
Butthole Surfers: The first time I heard Sweat Of My Balls, I was naked with the first black woman I've ever made love to. White: Ooh, kinky. How did that make you feel? Butthole Surfers: There was actually sweat on my balls.
Richie: You're telling me, it's coming in from South America? Joey: I don't know. All I can tell you is whoever it is, they're upsetting the natural order of things. And that's all there is.
The 007 of Plainfield, New Jersey.
No, nigga. Turn around and eat your big-ass biscuit.
Eva: Why would you trust these people? And the way they look at you... Frank: They look at me like it's Christmas and I'm Santa Claus. Eva: They look at us like we're the help. Frank: They work for me now.
What I'm talking about is when you chop my dope down to one, two, three, four, five percent and then you call it Blue Magic, that is trademark infringement. You understand what I'm saying?
Judges, lawyers, cops, politicians, prison guards, probation officers. They stop bringing dope into this country, about 100,000 people are going to be out of a job.
Carter: These are the kind of elements of a national health insurance important to the American people. Governor Reagan again, typically is against such a proposal. Moderator: Governor? Reagan: There you go again.
I don't feel so peaceful! Huh? They tried to kill my wife!
Eva: What are you talking about? What money? Trupo: What am I talking about? What money? The getaway money that Frank and every other gangster keeps in his house.
That is how this event today will be interpreted. That someone employed by this office believes that the United States Army is in the drug trafficking business.
Now you can live life rich in jail for the rest of your born days, or be poor outside for some of them. That's what I can promise you.
This is Mister Senor Love Daddy. Your voice of choice. The world's only 12-hour strong man on the air.
That's he family who lived here.
The symbol is associated with a Pagan deity named Bagoul, he consumes the souls of human children.
Michael: Truck's not gonna make it to Fort Pastor. Steve: No, forget the truck. That place is fucked, man. Bloodbath city. Kenneth: How do you know? Norma: We just came from there. Kenneth: Is everyone there dead? Steve: Or dead-ish. Kenneth: Is everyone there dead? Steve: Yeah, in the sense that they all, s...
Michael: Look, there's no point in arguing about this. We need a solution. We need to get some food over there. Steve: Okay. I have an idea. We draw straws and the loser runs across the lot with a ham sandwich. Ana: Could you be a bigger prick? Steve: I think so. But, you know what? That's irrelevant. My ques...
Mrs. Rossi: The school gave me your name, but I've forgotten it. Charlie: It's Charlie, Charlie Simms. Mrs. Rossi: How are you, Charlie? Charlie: Fine, thanks. Mrs. Rossi: Right this way.
George: That's my boys. What are you doin'? Harry: Keep your voice down! I'll tell you about it in the morning.
There will be no classes, no activities. Nothing will transpire at this institution until that proceeding is concluded.
Mrs Rossi: Try to keep him down to four drinks a day. Mr. Rossi: If you can keep him down to forty, you're doin' good. Mrs. Rossi: Maybe try to water them down a little. Do you know how to do that?
Some kind of body has got to go with that bedroom voice. One day I'm gonna swing by, get a better look at it.
Touch me again, I'll kill ya, you little son-of-a-bitch!
They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls and just wanted to go to sleep forever?
Tits! Whoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya.
There's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy.
The cynosure of all things civilized: the Waldorf-Astoria.
The last time I was here, Charlie, was with a G-2 from Brussels. Had a Ferrari. Every day I held the door open for the fucker. Never even offered me a ride.
Frank: The intelligence will be forthcoming? Bellhop: Sir? Frank: On the escort scene. Bellhop: Um, yes, sir.
This is Lt. Col. Frank Slade. I used to be a regular.
Frank: To tell or not to tell, or it's your ass. Hmm? - Charlie: How'd you know that? Frank: I'm a wizard. Give me the details, come on.
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who stand up and face the music, and those who run for cover.
These two gentlemen entertained me, and time flew.
This is a Ferrari, sir. This is the finest piece of machinery made in the automobile industry.
Frank: This is such a crock of shit! Mr. Trask: Please watch your language.
Do you really think we can put all this across? The truth is so self-evident to me, Mrs Donaly, that I'm sure I'll be able to make it equally as transparent to any jury.
The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.
Miles: Tell me your troubles. Rex: Well... my wife has me between a rock and a hard place. Miles: That's her job. You should respect that.
This divorce means money. Money means independence. That's what I'm after. What are you after, Miles?
Gus: Those rottweilers were a menace, man. Miles: I told you she had dogs. Gus: Yeah. You ain't tell me they had a hard-on for anus Africanus.
Their record of incitement, lewdness and poor grammar will see them jailed, banned and...and...and with their feelings hurt.
The Massey prenup provides that in the event of a dissolution of the marriage, for any reason, both parties will leave it with what they brought in and earned during. No one can profit from the marriage.
This here is for you, baby. Every last little speck of it. I love you. I mean, I love you like a son of a bitch.
Steve: Rosie O'Donnell. Tell him to get Rosie. Ken: Oh, yeah. Rosie. Tucker: No, too easy. Give him something hard. Ana: You guys had really rough childhoods, didn't you? A little bit rocky? Steve: Hey, sweetheart. Let me tell you something. You have my permission. I ever turn into one of those things? Do me...
There's a man sitting with you today. His name is David. He is the closest thing to a son I'll ever have. Unfortunately, he's not human.
The titan Prometheus wanted to give mankind, equal footing with the gods, and for that, he was cast from Olympus. Well, my friends, the time has finally come for his return.
These are ancient civilizations, they were separated by centuries, they shared no contact with one another, and yet... the same pictogram, showing men worshiping giant beings, pointing to the stars was discovered at every last one of them.
Michael: Those things are down there. CJ: Well, these are all your problems, not mine. Ken: If I put my foot up your ass, would that be your problem?
You can take your ass on over to Quality Inn if it's still there, Shaq.
The last thing we need now is another war.
Joe Biden: This is a bunch of stuff. Look, here's the deal. Martha Raddatz: What does that mean, "a bunch of stuff?" Joe Biden: Well, it means it's simply inaccurate. Paul Ryan: It's Irish. Joe Biden: It is. We Irish call it malarkey.
This is not what a real recovery looks like.
This is what politicians do when they don't have a record to run on. Try to scare people from voting for you.
Their holding hostage the middle class tax cut to the super wealthy.
There aren't enough rich people and small businesses to tax to pay for all their spending.
The last thing America needs is to get into another ground war in the Middle East.
This Benghazi issue would be a tragedy in and of itself, but unfortunately it's indicative of a broader problem. And that is what we are watching on our TV screens is the unraveling of the Obama foreign policy, which is making the world more chaotic, and us less safe.
This... is the end of the movie.
Thank you very much.
I don't think we're hunting witches. There's something else going on here.
David: There is nothing in the desert, and no man is nothing. Ford: What was that? David: Just something from a film I like.
Charlie: This is just one small step for mankind. Shaw: Seriously?
They were terraforming here!
Ana: Hey! Terry: What? Ana: The bathroom in here is fake. It doesn't work. Terry: I'll tell C.J. Ana: I'm telling you.
Fifield: Captain, can you get a message to the scientist and that zealot girlfriend of his? Janek: Mm hmm. Fifield: You got a pen nearby? Janek: Nope. Nope. I think we got it. Fifield: Tell them I said to fuck themselves.
Shaw: That's not an exoskeleton. Ford: No. Shaw: I think it's a helmet.
They wouldn't give me five minutes to consummate my marriage. Five minutes!
Those Krauts sure know how to build a boat.
To my left, this gentleman has turkey neck. To my immediate left, this woman is suffering from what we like to call, "Saddlebag syndrome." To my extreme left, this young lady is suffering from what l like to call "Tank ass."
Papa Klump: You can talk about putting a tube in somebody's ass, but I can't break wind. Mama Klump: I didn't say nothing about putting a hose up nobody's ass... Papa Klump: What you think a colonic is? You think you run your asshole by the car wash?
These S-boats are antiques. Older than most of the crew.
Mama Klump: Cletus, the dog's ripped open the garbage again! Papa Klump: Shoot the damn dog! Mama Klump: I'm not shooting no dog! Papa Klump: I'm trying to watch Roseanne!
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