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    this 's spartaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
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    -denizlerden gelen buz gibi yannanımı istermisin karucum
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    neden benim oğlumun flütü yok uleeeyyyn
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    kill bill v1 v2

    tüm film
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    kafamda filler gibişiyor amk
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    benim canım yanmaz gardaş

    recep ivedik 3
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    -ona neden kurşun geçirmez boris diyorlar?
    -çünkü kurşun geçirmiyor (snatch)
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    25th hour - Montgomery Brogan ve o müthiş sahne :

    yeah, fuck you, too. 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 gibhs 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 chassidim, 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 gekko 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. twenty 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 hermès 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 five 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 j.c.! 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-fuel fire in hell. you towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal irish ass! fuck jacob elinsky. whining malcontent. fuck francis xavier slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. fuck naturelle riviera, i gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, and cheering the bronx bombers. fuck this whole city and everyone in it. from the row-houses of astoria to the penthouses on park avenue, from the projects in the bronx to the lofts in soho. from the tenements in alphabet city to the brownstones in park slope to the split-levels in staten island. let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

    monty brogan: no. no, fuck you, montgomery brogan. you had it all, and you threw it away, you *dumb* *fuck*!
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    sabanin bld baskani oldugunda olecegini sanan manavin babama selam soyle cenneyye der
    kemal sunal bombai patladir :ben ananin oldugu yere gidecegim...
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    my name is Tonny Montana! ama bin bi ayrı güzel söylüyo
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    something happened

    from emperor
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    i see dead people !
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    'fikirlere kurşun işlemez'
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    "I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else"
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    pekekenti öldür bir cinayet,
    kızı al iki adam kaçırma,
    kızı en az iki kişi gib üç ırza tecavüz,
    her gece esrara takıl nerden baksan dört içicilik,
    heriflerin cebinden paralarını al beş gasp,
    bütün bu takları yedikten sonra polislerin suratına bakıp kusura bakmayın abi kazaydı diyemezsin,
    adamın zütünden kan alırlar kamil kan !!
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    "Hilenin sırrını arıyorsun, ama bulamazsın. Çünkü sırrı bilmek istemiyorsun. Kandırılmak istiyorsun"

    The Prestige
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    -kaptan nasılsın
    -kafamda filler gibişiyor amk
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    soyun yoksa giberim
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    Lord of War - Yuri Orlov :

    Let me tell you what's gonna happen. This way you can prepare yourself. Okay. Soon there's gonna be a knock on that door and you will be called outside. In the hall there will be a man who outranks you. First, he'll compliment you on the fine job you've done, that you're making the world a safer place, that you're to receive a commendation and a promotion. And then he's going to tell you that I am to be released. You're going to protest. You'll probably threaten to resign. But in the end I will be released. The reason I'll be released is the same reason you think I'll be convicted. I do rub shoulders with some of the most vile, sadistic men calling themselves leaders today. But some of those men are the enemies of your enemies. And while the biggest arms dealer in the world is your boss, the President of the United States, who ships more merchandise in a day than I do in a year... sometimes it's embarrassing to have his fingerprints on the guns. Sometimes he needs a freelancer like me to supply forces he can't be seen supplying. So... you call me evil. But unfortunately for you, I'm a necessary evil.
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    ben sadece tanrıya diz çökerim , ve bu gün onu burda göremiyorum.

    John Abruzzi
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