Quotes of: Grateful-dead Keyword

Uncle Les: She's history! I know what to do, I've read the comics! Total... bodily... dismemberment!

Dead Alive

Roger: You know what they are saying about you don't you? You've got funny in the head! A real bloody weirdo!

Dead Alive

Uncle Les: [to Paquita] Ooh I bet you go off like a rocket!

Dead Alive

Uncle Les: [Wielding a knife and a cleaver and faced with a horde of zombies] Step right up you greebo bastards!

Dead Alive

Dr. Foster: This situation must be controlled before it's too late. They're multiplying too rapidly!

Dawn of the Dead

Mr. Berman: People aren't willing to accept your solutions, doctor, and I for one don't blame them!

Dawn of the Dead

Peter: Ain't it a crime. Stephen: What? Peter: The only person who could miss with this gun is the sucker with the bread to buy it.

Dawn of the Dead

Stephen: How many do you figure are already in? Peter: Not too many. We'll get it all locked up, and then we're going on a hunt.

Dawn of the Dead

TV Director: [referring to Dr. Foster] Get that guy off the air! Camera man: What the hell's going on?

Dawn of the Dead

Hans Gruber: [Reading what McClane wrote on the dead terrorist's shirt] "Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho."

Die Hard

Hans Gruber: If you'd listened to me, he would be neutralised already. Karl: I don't want neutral. I want dead.

Die Hard

Lewis: [Ed and Lewis are driving to find the river and come to a dead end] Well, we fucked up.

Deliverance

William Blake: If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.

Dead Man

Nobody: That weapon will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it. And your poetry will now be written with blood.

Dead Man

Conway Twill: Jesus, Cole, he's just a kid. Cole Wilson: Now he's a Navajo mud toy.

Dead Man

Nobody: You were a poet and a painter, William Blake. But now, you're a killer of white men.

Dead Man

Train Fireman: Look... they are shooting buffalo, government says... it killed a million of 'em last year alone.

Dead Man

Trading Post missionary: God damn your soul to the fires of Hell! William Blake: He already has.

Dead Man

John Keating: No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

Dead Poets Society

Anthony: They all tried to hold your hand. I didn't Richard: No, you didn't Anthony: Don't need to, do I?

Dead Man's Shoes

Richard: What you cutting it like? Anthony: Dunno. Long hair Richard: What, like Bon Jovi? Anthony: [laughs] No

Dead Man's Shoes