Quais as falas mais marcantes para ti,na historia do cinema?

[gexplorer]

Para mim a fala mais marcante é a do Robert Shaw no Tubarão em que ele conta o naufrágio do USS Indianapolis. O tipo consegue criar uma atmosfera e envolver quem o ouve. Penso que esta transcrição acrescenta mais algumas coisas à do filme (suponho que seja a original) mas está tudo lá:

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Yeah. The U.S.S. Indianapolis.
June 29th, 1945, three and a half
minutes past midnight, two torpedoes
from a Japanese submarine slammed
into our side. Two or three. We was
still under sealed orders after
deliverin' the bomb...the Hiroshima
bomb...we was goin' back across the
Pacific from Tinian to Leyte. Damn
near eleven hundred men went over
the side. The life boats was lashed
down so tight to make the bomb run
we couldn't cut a single one adrift.
Not one. And there was no rafts.
None. That vessel sank in twelve
minutes. Yes, that's all she took.
We didn't see the first shark till
we'd been in the water about an hour.
A thirteen-footer near enough. A
blue. You measure that by judgin'
the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't
know... of course the Captain knew...I
guess some officers knew... was the
bomb mission had been so secret, no
distress signals was sent. What the
men didn't know was that they wouldn't
even list us as overdue for a week.
Well, I didn't know that -- I wasn't
an officer -- just as well perhaps.
So some of us were dead already --
in the water -- just hangin' limp in
our lifejackets. And several already
bleedin'. And the three hundred or
so laying on the bottom of the ocean.
As the light went, the sharks came
crusin'. We formed tight groups --
somewhat like squares in an old battle --
You know what I mean -- so that when
one come close, the man nearest would
yell and shout and pound the water
and sometimes it worked and the fish
turned away, but other times that
shark would seem to look right at a
man -- right into his eyes -- and in
spite of all shoutin' and poundin'
you'd hear that terrible high
screamin' and the ocean would go
red, then churn up as they ripped
him. Then we'd reform our little
squares. By the first dawn the sharks
had taken more than a hundred. Hard
for me to count but more than a
hundred. I don't know how many sharks.
Maybe a thousand. I do know they
averaged six men an hour. All kinds --
blues, makos, tigers. All kinds.
(Pause)
In the middle of the second day,
some of us started to go crazy from
the thirst. One fella cried out he
saw a river, another claimed he saw
a waterfall, some started to drink
the ocean and choked on it, and some
left our little groups -- our little
squares -- and swam off alone lookin'
for islands and the sharks always
took them right away. It was mainly
the young fellas that did that --
the older ones stayed where they
was. That second day -- my life jacket
rubbed me raw and that was more blood
in the water. Oh my. On Thursday
morning I bumped up against a friend
of mine -- Herbie Robinson from
Cleveland -- a bosun's mate -- it
seemed he was asleep but when I
reached over to waken him, he bobbed
in the water and I saw his body upend
because he'd been bitten in half
beneath the waist. Well Chief, so it
went on -- bombers high overhead but
nobody noticin' us. Yes -- suicides,
sharks, and all this goin' crazy and
dyin' of thirst. Noon the fifth day,
Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura swung
around and came in low. Yes. He did
that. Yes, that pilot saw us. And
early evenin', a big fat PBY come
down out of the sky and began the
pickup. That was when I was most
frightened of all -- while I was
waitin' for my turn. Just two and a
half hours short of five days and
five nights when they got to me and
took me up. Eleven hundred of us
went into that ocean -- three hundred
and sixteen got out. Yeah. Nineteen
hundred and forty five. June the
29th.
(pause)
Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

[paupau]

Fuck Gaspar Gomez, and Fuck the fucking Diaz Brothers. Fuck them all! I'll bury them cochroaches - Tony Montana no Scarface

I only got two things in this world: my word and my balls. And i don't break them for no one. - Mais Tony Montana.


I want him dead, i want his family dead, i want his house burned to the ground, i wanna piss on his ashes!- Al Capone no Intocáveis


E claro: Heeeeeeereee'sss Johnny!

[antonio_matos]

"Deixas" tiradas do filme Snatch

Bullet Tooth Tony: You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.

Brick Top: Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me.

Brick Top: In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... come again.

Turkish: You take sugar?
Brick Top: No thank you, Turkish; I'm sweet enough.

Avi: Shut up and sit down, you big, bald fuck. I don't like leaving my country Doug, and I especially don't like leaving it for anything less then sandy beaches, and cocktails with little straw hats.

[mrdurst]

My name is Bond! James Bond!





dammit!!! onde deixei o meu Aston Martin?

[ostogio]

"Like a glove!"

(ace ventura 2)

[No Fate]

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return..."

"Christian: [to the Duke] This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore.
[to Satine]
Christian: I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."

Moulin Rouge

[Ao Leo]

Existem outras falas míticas:

C'mon...make my day!!! - Dirty Harry

Estarei a ser um purista, mas é "Go ahead... make my day". Experimenta dizer em voz alta que vês logo que tem muito mais style.

Fazendo por escapar às já citadas, outra das minhas preferidas: "Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!" - Al Pacino no Padrinho III

Ainda na saga Padrinho, Robert De Niro enquanto Vito Corleone/Andolini, num ajuste de contas: "Mi chiamo Vito Andolini, mio padre era Antonio Andolini e questo e per te"....(ok, não sei mesmo escrever em italiano, mas deve ser parecido).

"Hail to the king, baby" - Evil Dead

Sei que haverá muitas mais, mas a minha memória para já só me trouxe estas. Regressarei se ela perder a preguiça.

[Ao Leo]

Lembrei-me de uma que não consigo citar aqui com exactidão, até por ser algo extensa. Falo de uma das últimas cenas do filme "As Vinha da Ira", com um Henry Fonda brilhante. Era algo como "wherever there's a cop beating up a guy, I'll be there. Whenever there's a kid hungry, I'll be there..." (and so on) *

*Edit (não há nada que não se encontre na net): «I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready, and when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise and livin' in the houses they build - I'll be there, too.»

[Gollum]

Jules: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

[No Fate]

"If I'm not back in five minutes... just wait longer"

"And THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE!!!!"

Ace Ventura

A que se encontra na mha assinatura.
E mais algumas que não me recordo...

[brainX]

"My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the armies of the north, general of the Felix legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurellius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next."

Esta frase é portentosa... Eu ainda me arrepio sempre que vejo essa parte.

Quanto à frase da minha assinatura, é dita no Closer pela personagem da Natalie Portman no final, na cena do quarto de hotel com o Jude Law.

[LionHeart]

- Where is your hat?
- I love you!
- I love you!!!!

Rocky

- You got to come back with me!
- Back where?
- To the Future!

Regresso ao Futuro

- I hate snakes!

Salteadores da Arca Perdida

- Who Are You?
- I'm your worst nightmare!

Rambo III

- You are an ugly mother fucker!

Predador

- Life Sucks! Cheet Happens!

Vários Filmes

- Fuck like minxs, raise rugrats and live happily ever after!

Instinto Fatal

- My Momma always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.

Forrest Gump

- Yippie-kay-ya, motherfucker

Assalto ao Arranha Céus

- I trust you.
- All right. Open your arms!
- I'm flying, Jack!
- Come, Josephine, my flying machine, going up, she goes up, she goes

Titanic

[César Ribeiro]

Não sei (obviamente) de cor todo o discurso, mas aquele monólogo do Edward Norton frente ao espelho no "25 th hour" a praguejar contra tudo e todos é fantástico.

Lembrei-me também de uma frase excelente do Pesadelo em Elm Street 1 quando a Tina diz algo como "Oh, my God" e o Ti´Freddy responde (mostrando a sua luva): "This is God!"

Soberbo...

[bisard]

Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!

[César Ribeiro]

Exacto!