Blues brothers:
Were on a mission from god.
[sister Mary Stigmata hits Elwood with her stick]
Elwood: Ow, you fat penguin!
Jake: Ya see, me and the Lord have an understanding.
Curtis: Boys, you got to learn not to talk to nuns that way.
Mrs. Murphy: Help you two?
Elwood: Do you have any white bread ma'am?
Mrs. Murphy: Yeah.
Elwood: I'll have some toasted white bread please.
Mrs. Murphy: You want butter or jam on that, honey?
Elwood: No ma'am, dry.
Jake: Do you have any fried chicken ma'am?
Mrs. Murphy: Best ****ed chicken in the state.
Jake: Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke.
Mrs. Murphy: You want chicken wings or chicken legs?
Jake: Four fried chickens and a Coke.
Elwood: And some dry white toast please.
Mrs. Murphy: Ya'all want anything to drink with that?
Elwood: No ma'am.
Jake: A Coke.
Mrs. Murphy: Be right back.
Elwood: Illinois Nazis.
Jake: I hate Illinois Nazis.
Jake: [fakes accent] How much for the little girl? How much for the women?
Father: What?
Jake: Your women. I want to buy your women. The little girl, your daughters... sell them to me. Sell me your children.
Jake: [to Sister Mary Stigmata] Five grand? No problem, we'll have it for you in the morning. Let's go, Elwood.
Sister Mary Stigmata: No, no! I will not take your filthy stolen money!
Jake: Well then... I guess you're really up Shit Creek.
[sister Mary Stigmata hits Jake Blues with a ruler for using that kind of language]
Sister Mary Stigmata: I beg your pardon, what did you say?
Jake: I offered to help you... You refused to take our money. Then I said: I guess you're really up Shit Creek.
[sister Mary Stigmata hits Jake Blues with the ruler again]
Elwood: Christ, Jake. Take it easy man.
[sister Mary Stigmata hits Elwood Blues]
Jake: Oh shit!
[sister Mary Stigmata hits Jake Blues]
Elwood: Jesus Christ!
[sister Mary Stigmata hits Elwood Blues]
Jake: Shit!
And of course samuel L jackson's monologue from pulp fiction.
PASTING FTW
