carry on a conversation using only movie quotes...

She doesn't care; she gets them by the gross! She's got every pill ever invented! She collects them.

 

Oh, ho, ho, irony! Oh, no, no, we don't get that here. See, uh, people ski topless here while smoking dope, so irony's not really a, a high priority. We haven't had any irony here since about, uh, '83, when I was the only practitioner of it. And I stopped because I was tired of being stared at.

 

what you talkin bout NIGGA?

 

This is an A and B conversation so C your way out before D and E F you up, okay, G?

 

Man, you better get your Shelenkem-Shilom ass up off this box and pass me a motherfuckin' brew.

 

Yeah. OK, well, uh, we found, uh, this mouse in a bottle of YOUR BEER, eh. Like, we was at a party and, uh, a friend of ours - a COP - had some, and HE PUKED. And he said, uh, come here and get free beer or, uh, he'll press charges.

 

Do I look like a cat to you boy? Am I jumpin' around all nimbly bimbly from tree to tree? Am I drinking milk from a saucer? DO YOU SEE ME EATING MICE?

 

Friends, rodents, quadrupeds, lend me your rears!

 

I've got a little challenge for you, Sark - a new recruit. He's a tough case, but I want him treated in the usual manner. Train him for the games... let him hope for a while... and blow him away.

 

I must break you.

 

Well, I'll tell you what, Ski King. Why don't you just take your Mama home some chicken and then I won't have to stuff my boot all up in your ass!

 

You ski the K-12 dude, and girls will go sterile just looking at you!

 

Do you know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked... in the head... with an iron boot? Of course you don't, no one does. It never happens. It's a dumb question... skip it.

 

Well, I was born without the top of my skull and I guess a little bit of my brains was showin' and it was grossin' everybody out so my mom put this wig on me to cover it up and then the bones grew together and it got all infused and entwined. I mean I don't mean to get all scientific with you...

 

I guess when you combine mass quantities of cough syrup with yodels... you get acid.

 

You see, I was contacted through my breakfast cereal, and then it was confirmed to me by the Cosmic Fish that I am definitely from outer space.

 

I'm a mog: half man, half dog. I'm my own best friend!

 

Man, that is whack!

 

Aside from the fine print, that's it.

 

It's not always the most popular person who gets the job done.