Great Lines from Literature (&/or Pulp Fiction)

[Zkribbler]

From Cyrano de Bergerac:

"Cardinal Richelieu has a long arm."
"Mine is longer...by three feet of steel."



From Shogun:

"You'll never see again. Or speak again. Or walk again. Or feed yourself again. Or lay with a woman again. By God, I'll show you what revenge is."


Edit: Feel free to post your own favorite lines.

[Richelieu]

Re: Great Lines from Literature (&/or Pulp Fiction)

Originally posted by Zkribbler
From Cyrano de Bergerac:

"Cardinal Richelieu has a long arm."
"Mine is longer...by three feet of steel."

The original mentions the Duc de Candale, not Richelieu, and doesn't mention "3 feet of steel". But i guess you have to take certain liberties when you translate in order to keep the rythm.


"... Mais le Duc de Candale a le bras long!"
"Moins long que n'est le mien, quand je lui met cette rallonge."

[Zkribbler]

That'd be true, except the English version isn't in verse...except for the Duel in Rhyme after Cyrano closes down Montfleury's performance.

[Richelieu]

Originally posted by Zkribbler
That'd be true, except the English version isn't in verse...

I wasn't aware of that. It does make sense: translating the whole text and trying to keep both the essence and the rhythm would be close to impossible.

[OzzyKP]

"With great power comes great responsibility"

Amazing Fantasy, #15

[LordShiva]

And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains:

[chequita guevara]

West of House
You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door.
There is a small mailbox here.

[DinoDoc]

You are not free whose liberty is won by the rigour of other, more righteous souls. Your are merely protected. Your freedom is parasitic, you suck the honourable man dry and offer nothing in return. You who have enjoyed freedom, who have done nothing to earn it, your time has come. This time you will stand alone and fight for yourselves. Now you will pay for your freedom in the currency of honest toil and human blood.
- Inquisitor Czevak Address to the Council of Ryanti

[Tattila the Hun]

Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.

[Zkribbler]

Originally posted by Tattila the Hun
Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.

Good, but I like the "Well, it'd have to be one charmin' motherf**** pig" line better.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

“You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch. It’s sort of what we have instead of God.”
-- Lady Brett Ashley, The Sun Also Rises

"I don't mind if you don't like my manners. I don't like 'em myself. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them long winter evenings."
-- Philip Marlowe, The Big Sleep

[Verto]

I'm surprised, no Shakespeare?

[Tuberski]

Originally posted by Zkribbler


Good, but I like the "Well, it'd have to be one charmin' motherf**** pig" line better.

Nah, mine is:

Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw man. I'm pretty ****in' far from okay.
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' ******s, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.

ACK!

[Sprayber]

Not really literature since it's a TV show but the dialogue on Battlestar Galatica between Tigh and Tyrol discussing recent bombings was really good.


Tyrol: You know, they're talking about shutting down the marketplace. It's a security risk.
Tigh: We'll shift targets.
Tyrol: You were gonna hit the marketplace? The market? Full of civilians. This is crazy. You know, we need to figure out whose side we're on.
Tigh: Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that.


Roslin: I don't care that it's effective. I don't care that the Cylons can't stop it. It's wrong. No more suicide bombings, Colonel. You understand?
Tigh: What, are you working for the Cylons now?
(Roslin slaps him)

Tigh: I got one job here, lady, and one job only. To disrupt the Cylons, make them worry about the anthill they've stirred up down here so they're distracted and out of position when the old man shows up in orbit. The bombings, they got the Cylons' attention. They really got their attention. And I am not giving that up.
Roslin: We are talking about people blowing themselves up.
Tigh: You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins. And other times, I think you're just a naive little school teacher. I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something. It don't make a godsdamn bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end, they're just as dead. So take your piety, and your moralising, and your high-minded principles, and stick 'em some place safe until you're off this rock and you're sitting in your nice, cushy chair on Colonial One again. I've got a war to fight.

[Victor Galis]

My personal favorite Pulp Fiction quote would be:

English, motherf**cker! Do you speak it?