I
Lethal Weapon
Suicidal loose-cannon, L.A.P.D. Detective Martin Riggs, is introduced to his new partner, L.A.P.D. Detective Roger Murtaugh.
Police Chief: Riggs, come here. I want you to meet your new partner, Detective Murtaugh.
Riggs: Ohhhhhhhh, hell to the fucking no!
II
Mad Max
A small child, Timmy, explains to Max that his wife and son have been murdered by marauding motorcycle gang.
Timmy: Max! The motorcycle gang killed your wife and son!
Max: Well, too bad about the kid. But you have to admit the bitch sort of had it coming. Always wearing those whore-dresses and that whore-makeup and the such.
Timmy: What?
Max: . . .
Timmy: . . .
Max: . . .
Timmy: You know what, Max, you sort of make me uncomfortable.
Max: Ha-Ha! (rustling his hair with his hand) No, I don't, Timmy! No, I don't!
III
The Passion of the Christ
Actually, this one is pretty much the same.
IIII
Braveheart
Londoners watch as Scottish warrior, William Wallace, is tortured.
Royal Magistrate: It can all end, right now. Peace. Bliss. Just say it. Cry out mercy.
Crowd: Mercy . . . mercy!
Royal Magistrate: Cry out. Just say it. Mercy.
William: (mumbling)
Royal Magistrate: The prisoner wishes to say a word.
William: THE JEWS CONTROL THE MEDIA AND OWN ALL THE BANKS AND KILLED CHRIST! READ THE PROTOCOLS OF THE ELDERS OF ZION! READ IT! OPEN YOUR EYES!
Royal Magistrate: Wait, what?
William: SUGAR TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTSSSSSSS!!!!!
IIIII
Hamlet
Prince Hamlet of Denmark enters the Royal Court. A lady-in-waiting and several royal servants greet him.
Hamlet: Where the fuck is Shylock? Where the fuck is that jew Shylock?
Royal Servant: I'm sorry, my lord, who? Perhaps his lordship has suffered a blow to the head recently and is confused.
Hamlet: Where the fuck is he? I got his pound of flesh right here.
Hamlet withdraws his penis from his trousers. A lady-in-waiting gasps and then faints.
Hamlet: What? You don't like what you see, sugar tits? Fucking lesbo.
IIIIII
Signs
A former Episcopal priest, Graham Hess, hides from an alien attack in his basement with his son, Morgan, and daughter, Bo.
Bo: Daddy, what are we going to do?
Graham: It'll be all right, sweety. What do you see on the TV, Morgan? Any news?
Morgan: The aliens are everywhere, dad.
Graham: Now, are these the sorts of aliens that might, you know, only kill jews and black people and gays?
Morgan: What?
Graham: I'm just saying, son, let's see what we're dealing with here before we panic.
Morgan: Dad, what sort of aliens only kill jews and black people and gays?
Graham: The best damn aliens in the universe! That's who, son!
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