Movie Quotes From The 80's Novels & Stories

For reasons she couldn't define, Lexi felt that pleading was the only language it really understood. As she turned to her right, she noticed the television screen had come alive with a storm of grey static. A scene from a movie was playing, a film she'd watched a few times because it featured two of her favourite actors—Jason Statham and Brad Pitt. It was the scene with Vinnie Jones. One she thought of as 'the big balls,' scene. As she watched the movie, she became part of the scene and remained in the land of Snatch until she woke up.

“The Fast and the Furious is a cinematic masterpiece.” He groaned. “Oh god. I’ve made a huge mistake.” “You’ll learn to love it. Or at least tolerate it while I quote every single line.” “That sounds like a threat.” “It is,” I said, raising my glass. “Cheers to threats.” He clinked his against mine. “Cheers to terrible taste.”

"Mmm... I don't know. I have never missed someone to that point and besides that I'm always with you ,how will you miss me when I'm right by you all the time. " " Kuch kuch hota hai Navmi Tum nahi samjhogi( You won't understand Navmi something happens). I gaped at Aryan and was about to threw up my juice on his three piece suit when he acted that way. "I don't know if 'missing someone always' is cliche or not but this - I quoted the lines again for him - is cliche to max. From when do you started watching these movies. " I asked, amused that Aryan even know these infamous dialogues from Bollywood movies.

I hear Bru saying as I begin the sauce. My back is to them as they hang out at the kitchen island, so I don’t know what Gard’s reaction is, because it makes Bru say defensively, “Gerard Butler in 300 has nothing on our Gerrard!” I feel her slap my back once. “Don’t believe me? Southerford’s body is way better than Butler’s, Priscilla, I can promise you that.” I’m shaking my head at their stupid argument. Seriously? They’re comparing me to photoshop effects?

I said. “That’s becoming your catchphrase.” “And ‘you’re doing it again’ is apparently yours.” That got a laugh out of him. He looked good when he laughed. Which was irritating, because life clearly hadn’t decided I was dealing with enough already. “I got some good shots,” he said after a beat. “Bench reactions, Chase on the half wall, Marcus celebrating.” He paused. “And one of you staring like you forgot you had a notebook.” I turned so fast my chair squeaked. “Delete it.”

“Because in the movies, that's always a trap.” “Good thing we aren't in the movies then.” Cash tells him. “Let's just get in there. Any way that we can. Kick down the door, bust through a window, climb down the chimney. Doesn't matter. We just need to get in there and get Tera.” I tell them, moving forward. “Wow there, Rambo! You can at least slow down and make a plan.” Cash says, catching me around the waist and pulling me against him. “Did the stuffy researcher just make a pop culture reference?” I ask, feigning shock.

“Only the best.” Midway through the movie, when the coffee shop heroine discovered her latte art spelled out coded threats, Brenda leaned in closer, whispering, “She’s definitely the killer.” Marcus whispered back, “You take that back. She’s just a girl with a heart full of espresso and secrets.” Brenda’s laugh was quiet and warm. When their hands brushed reaching for the same piece of candy, neither pulled away. And when the movie ended with a dramatic slow-mo chase scene through a Christmas market, Brenda tilted her head toward Marcus and said, “That might be the worst thing I’ve ever watched.”

A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I wasn’t expecting that.” “I know.” She folded her arms, looking far too pleased with herself. “I also know someone once claimed it’s the greatest animated movie ever made.” He cleared his throat. “I may have said that.” “‘May have?’” “You’ve remembered my exact words, haven’t you?” “‘A cinematic masterpiece that only gets better with age.’” He laughed. “I actually said that.” “You did.” “And you remembered.” “You looked so offended when I said I’d never seen it.”

As the opening credits rolled, she got closer to me and whispered, “Just warning you now that I’ll probably quote every line.” I smiled. “That’s fair. I’ll probably ask dumb questions.” She grinned in response. “Then it balances out.” We shared popcorn, fingers brushing every few seconds. Somewhere halfway through, when Rick said, ‘Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine,’ Skylar turned to me and whispered, “Iconic.” “Pretty dramatic for a guy in a tux,” I murmured dryly. She elbowed me. “It’s romantic.”

But it does. For the first time all night, the words don’t scrape on their way out. They just... come. We start with the movie.the conversation drifts easily— directors favorite scenes the kind of throwaway details people usually forget to say aloud. the rhythm between us shifts smoothing out like ripples fading from a stone’s splash.the silence that used to sting now feels like breathing space. when i tease him about his so called “ cult classic ” he huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “I was twelve when I saw it,” he says, lips curving into something unguarded. “throught it was the smartest thing ever made .”