While lying awake last night I was trying to come up with some ideas for a project I am working on. But instead all that filled my mind was quotes from movies. I wrote them down so I wouldnt forget but copied and pasted from IMDB for full completeness. In no particular order here are five that made me chuckle to myself.
I would welcome comments and additions to this post.
1. Chet (Bill Paxton) from Weird Science - "your stewed buttwadd"
2. Judd Nelson (John Bender) in the Breakfast Club - "Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy"
3. Tom Hanks (Rik Gassko) in Bachelor Party - "It's time for spice, and the lucky spice is... paprika! "Oh thank you, thank you! You've made me the happiest spice in the world!"
4. Chevy Chase in Fletch - "it's me, Dr. Rosenpenis. I'm just here to check out Alan Stanwyk's file"
Dr. who?
"Dr. Rosenrosen, I'm here to get to the records room"
What was that name again?
"It's Dr. Rosen, I want to check the records room"
5. Tracey Walter (Miller) in Repoman - "John Wayne was a fag.
All: The hell he was.
"He was, too, you boys. I installed two-way mirrors in his pad in Brentwood, and he come to the door in a dress."
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Tuesday 8 January 2008
Wednesday 9 May 2007
John Hughes, heed our call

For a while now I've been feeling that something has been missing from my life, a gaping hole where something warm and fulfilling should be. Couldn't put my finger on it for the longest time, until it came to me in a flash. John Hughes . . . . . where has he gone, why has he left us? The man hasn't directed a film since 1991, why is that? Has the creative well run dry?
He is still writing screenplays, it seems, but, by God, they are rubbish. What could have happened? Weird Science, Ferris Bueller . . . . how those films enriched my teenage years, providing me with much mirth and quotable dialogue when my underdeveloped conversational skills were lacking. I hope that he is not all washed up, that he can provide those that have grown up with him another masterpiece. Perhaps a vehicle for the greatest living comedian, Will Ferrell. Now that would be something - Hughes, heed this call. I command thee! Otherwise the world will be an emptier place.
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