Archive for March 3rd, 2008

Quality Movie Quotes

Monday, 3 March 2008

“Who the FUCK is this CHERRY?”

–Henry Silva regarding Steven Seagal in Above the Law

“BULLETPROOF, asshole!  Just like yours!” — Fraker, evil gang leader, rising to the occasion after being shot by Charlie Bronson  in DEATH WISH 3

“I could dance with you ’til the cows come home. Better yet, I could dance with the cows ’til you come home. (beat) Oh Christ, I’ve come!”  –Matt Rayner, pretending to teach dancing to toweled coeds in Ski School

“I want your eyes, PIG!  I WANT THEM!”  –Night Slasher in Cobra

Shooter McGavin: “Stay out of my way, or you’ll pay. Listen to what I say.”
Happy Gilmore: “Yeah, why don’t I go eat some hay. I can make things out of clay, or lay by the bay, I just may. Whaddya say?” 

“The Matrix cannot tell you who you are.”
(Trinity to Neo)

Dumbass teen:  “Hey, it’s okay. We can help you.”
Freddy: (slashing teen’s throat) “Help yourself, FUCKER!”  —Nightmare on Elm Steet 2

“You are all my children now!”  Freddy —Nightmare on Elm Steet 2

“Yessir. The whole world’s gonna know about it. Starlight Starbright:  the place where Alex and Maggie left for the STARS!” – Otis (a Magical Negro) –The Last Starfighter

“They killed the Giggler, man.  THEY KILLED THE GIGGLER!”  –grieving gangmember, DEATH WISH 3 (one of the greatest comedies of all time)

“End of line.”  MCP  in Tron

Fuckfield #39

Monday, 3 March 2008

Fuckfield also has a home at flickr.

Clicking on most of the strips will take you there.

Much thanks for the link from the Anti-Boredom Team


“bullets bullets bullets”

Monday, 3 March 2008

bullets bullets bullets
sideways rain of swordtips fired
confusion, weakness, temptation
sparking off the fenders of your fast-breathing

it is not crossfire, friendly fire or even
enemy fire

it is not
the flames
the wrath of these

bullets bullets bullets
sideways rain of swordtips

shattering the glass vase
atop the blender in your stomach,
cracking your bones like 8-balls in the grave’s
corner pocket.

bullets bullets bullets
bullets bullets bullets
bullets bullets bullets


“murder complete”

Monday, 3 March 2008

Each breath is a blade swallowed…

no, that sucks.

Each breath is a diamond swallowed sideways…

still sucks.  what is it,
what are you really



I don’t know.  Rage implies action. 
my rage
just sits
in a chair.

better.  what else?

I want to kill…

you don’t kill flies without first
for their souls.
why do you want to kill?

I was cheated.

cheated out of happiness?

I don’t know.  I’ve never tasted more than the
wooden spoon in the broth of happiness.

bullshit.  what about the beach?

okay, that’s one time.

there were others.  you were cheated…by whom?

no specifics.  by life, by death, by having to be


I feel like even though I’m understood
it’s useless, all useless.

well, if the automobile of your happiness blows a tire, use despair.

now THAT sucked.  you’re hardly an inspiration.

oh, but I am.  I’m the part of you that wants to sleep.  It’s 2AM.

At last we agree.  I’m using your comments.  This will have to do. 

very good.  now use your eyedrops and go to sleep.

another poem murdered.

I’ll sleep

like a stone


“now, now”

Monday, 3 March 2008

stabbed in the dark like razor burn
the highway waits outside like a whore.

pretend each Tic-Tac is a cyanide pill
rubbing the rooster

paint this:  cyclones of barbed wire slicing though lines of sight.

the maid speaks only Spanish.  I don’t know if she cares.

“Loud pipes save lives,” but so does smoking them.

the grass in the desert is the grass on the mountains in
the ears of the mountains the grass is there like hair.

Falcons swoop on lonely advantage, over snowflakes
cartwheeling down on cursing thrones.

Another endless goddamned day awaits endlessly, fed
through a straw like baby food.

Fear is a whole-body cast that missed the diaper and
pissed on the whole show.

We don’t know what to do, ever or now.