[Closed] What's your favourite movie monologue

In Under Siege where that commander has just opened the file on Casey Ryback and he's reading it off. They're ****ed, you just know some good shits gonna go down.

"Ryback is an ex-SEAL… Expert in martial arts, explosives, weapons and tactics. Silver Star, Navy Cross, Purple Heart with cluster”

"He's the best there is"

"Goddamn cooks a Seal!?!"

"Someday this war's gonna end"

"They'll look up and shout 'save us' and I'll whisper 'no'"

voice over on the first , much maligned version of bladerunner

The end of Analyze This when the old couple come in with marriage difficulties...

Pretty much all of Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

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True Romance -

Sicilians

Nicholson:

Anthony Hopkins' speech from the pulpit at the end of The Trial.

End of.

David Thewliss's twisted ranting about the barcode and the number of the beast in Mike Leighs Naked. Ridiculously intense and powerful. And apparently ad-libbed. Which is actually quite scary

“So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then, he died of dysentery. He gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass, two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.”

Lock Stock, could use the whole film.

contains swearing.

Forgot about this one...

Contains BIG SWEARY WORD!!

Almost forgot...

pretty much a monologue from Paris, Texas;

this one is a monologue from the same film;

The Cook The Thief..

Any Charlie Chaplin film.

we few, we happy few, we? band of brothers;

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother

[EDIT] A few short lines for other actors but basically a monologue.

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Suprised this isnt posted already...

I know what you’re thinking: 'Did he fire six shots, or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I’ve kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?

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Hi, Lloyd.
A little slow tonight, isn't it?
Yes it is, Mr. Torrance.
What will it be?
l'm awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd. . .
. . .because l just happen to have two twenties. . .
. . .and two tens right here in my wallet.
l was afraid they'd be there until next April.
So here's what:
You slip me a bottle of bourbon. . .
. . .a little glass and some ice.
You can do that, can't you?
You're not too busy, are you?
No, sir. l'm not busy at all.
Good man.
You set them up. . .
. . .and l'll knock them back, one by one.
White man's burden, Lloyd, my man.
White man's burden.
Say, Lloyd. . .
. . .it seems l'm temporarily light.
How's my credit in this joint, anyway?
Your credit's fine, Mr. Torrance.
That's swell.
l like you, Lloyd.
l always liked you.
You were always the best of them.
Best goddamn bartender. . .
. . .from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine.
Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
Thank you for saying so.
l never laid a hand on him, goddamn it.
l didn't.
l wouldn't touch one hair on his goddamn little head.
l love the little son of a bitch.
l'd do anything for him.
Any ****ing thing for him.
But that bitch!
As long as l live. . .
. . .she'll never let me forget what happened.
l did hurt him once, okay?
lt was an accident.
Completely unintentional.
lt could have happened to anybody.
And it was three goddamn years ago!
The little ****er had thrown all my papers all over the floor.
All l tried to do was pull him up.
A momentary loss of muscular coordination.
l mean. . .
. . .a few extra foot-pounds of energy. . .
. . .per second, per second!

[i]Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guys got seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen... but, if you know them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin', but you're tellin me everything. I know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage you won't walk away from. [/i]

This and a whole load more from the same scene (probably not PC enough to post). Probably the most gripping 5 minutes of film I've seen.

True Romance for me too. Awesome

lock stock is a great film. not just for monologues. just sat and watched the clips posted above, quoted them both word for word. and ive not seen it in years.

"I've seen C-beams glisten in the dark near the Tanhauser gate..."

For richmtb

Muppetwrangler that is a fantastic speech, one of the best ever. However that clip is a bit over-egged for my liking 🙂

One more. Dramatisation of a real speech and all the more powerful for it.

Chris Walken's "uncomfortable hunk o' metal" speech in Pulp Fiction.

Rambo's Petrol Station scene.

Keanu Reeves' "any butt-reaming a-hole" speech in Parenthood.

molgrips, which clip do you think is over-egged, if it's the bladerunner one I'd agree that it's teetering on the edge of cheesiness but I reckon it's just the right side of it, and a worthy inclusion.

Not that there is anything wrong with a bit of cheesiness given the right situation:

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Quint's Indianapolis Speech in Jaws

"Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte... just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail fin. What we didn't know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark will go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb."

The opening scene in Apocalypse Now, just after The Doors have finished and Willard's punched a mirror... The bit where he wakes up and says "Saigon. Shit, I'm still in Saigon!".

Love it. Loved it so much I visited the place.

The whole thing is stacked full of good monologues in fact. Killgore's one. Kurtz's one. All good.

Guys, guys, guys.

Here we are again bro... Just you and me. Same kind of moon same kind of jungle. Real number 10 remember... Whole platoon, 32 men chopped into meat... We walk out just you and me, nobody else. Right on top huh? Not a scratch... Not a ****in' scratch. You know who ever got you. They'll come back again. And when he does I'm gonna cut your name right into him... I'm gonna cut your naaaaame right into him.........

My favourites have been posted already but I also like (can't find decent video)

From fast and furious

You almost had me? You never had me - you never had your car... Granny shiftin' not double clutchin' like you should. You're lucky that hundred shot of NOS didn't blow the welds on the intake! You almost had me?
Now, me and the mad scientist got to rip apart the block... and replace the piston rings you fried.
Ask any racer. Any real racer. It don't matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning's winning.

Oh and another (not sure if this ones been done) Agent Smith in Matrix

"Have you ever stood and stared at it, marveled at it's beauty, it's genius? Billions of people just living out their lives, oblivious. Did you know that the first Matrix was designed to be a perfect human world, where none suffered? Where everyone would be happy? It was a disaster. No one would accept the program. Entire crops were lost. Some believed that we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. But I believe that as a species, human beings define their reality through misery and suffering. The perfect world would be a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from. Which is why the Matrix was redesigned to this, the peak of your civilization. I say your civilization because as soon as we started thinking for you it really became our civilization, which is of course what this is all about. Evolution, Morpheus, evolution, like the dinosaur. Look out that window. You had your time. The future is our world, Morpheus. The future is our time....
I'd like to share a revelation I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You are a plague, and we are the cure.
Can you hear me, Morpheus? I'm going to be honest with you. I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink. And every time I do I feel I have somehow been infected by it. It's repulsive, isn't it? I must get out of here. I must get free and in this mind is the key, my key. Once Zion is destroyed there is no need for me to be here, don't you understand? I need the codes. I have to get inside Zion, and you have to tell me how. You're going to tell me or you're going to die."

And from Chunk in the goonies

Everything. OK! I'll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog... When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out... But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.

Can't find a video of it, but it's Meryl Streep in "The Devil Wears Prada" instructing her gamin and hopelessly unfashionable new "Emily" (P.A.) as to exactly what sort of situation she's got herself into and exactly WHO she's working with.

The text doesn't convey the contempt and archly withering sarcasm in Streep's soft delivery of an absolute killer of a put-down, so you'll just have to imagine it...

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"This [i]stuff[/i]? Oh okay, I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select, I don’t know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise. It’s not lapis. It’s actually cerulean. And you’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent, wasn’t it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater [i]that was selected for you by the people in this room[/i] - from a pile of... “stuff”."

TSY, you pick a good film...but the best monologue comes later.....Axle and co stole it much later.

What we've got here is...a failure to communicate. I I don't like it, any more than you men....

The Third Man: Lime meets with Martins on the Wiener Riesenrad, the large Ferris wheel in the Prater amusement park. Looking down on the people below from his vantage point, Lime compares them to dots. Back on the ground, he notes:

[i]You know what the fellow said – in Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace – and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.[/i]

This one, best monologue ever

FIFY

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist...

"Tell me something, my friend. You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

last 30 seconds, proper menacing stuff....

edit - embed disabled, looks like I'm the tube 🙂

"I like these calm little moments before the storm. It's like Beethoven..."

Has to be up there as well.

good call sawyer!