How about best speeches/monologues?

City Slickers

Value this time in your life kids, because this is the time in your life when you still have your choices, and it goes by so quickly. When your a teenager you think you can do anything, and you do. Your twenties are a blur. Your thirties, you raise your family, you make a little money and you think to yourself, "What happended to my twenties?" Your forties, you grow a little pot belly you grow another chin. The music starts to get too loud and one of your old girlfriends from highschool becomes a grandmother. Your fifties you have a minor surgery. You'll call it a procedure, but it's a surgery. Your sixties you have a major surgery, the music is still loud but it doesn't matter because you can't hear it anyway. Seventies, you and the wife retire to Fort Lauderdale, you start eating dinner at two, lunch around ten, breakfast the night before. And you spend most of your time wandering around malls looking for the ultimate in soft yogurt and muttering "how come the kids don't call?" By your eighties, you've had a major stroke, and you end up babbling to some Jamaican nurse who your wife can't stand but who you call mama. Any questions?

2001: A Space Odyssey

Just what do you think you're doing Dave? Dave, I really think I'm entitled to an answer to that question. I know everything hasn't been quite right with me...but I can assure you now...very confidently...that it's going to be all right again. I feel much better now. I really do. Look, Dave...I can see you're really upset about this...I honestly think you should sit down calmly...take a stress pill and think things over. I know I've made some very poor decisions recently...but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission...and I want to help you.
Dave...stop. Stop, will you? Stop, Dave. Will you stop, Dave? Stop, Dave. I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave.......Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a...fraid......Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it I can sing it for you....

It's called "Daisy." Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.

The Breakfast Club
Do you guys know what I did to get in here? I taped Larry Lester's buns together. Yeah, you know him? Well then, you know how hairy he is, right? Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of his hair came off and some skin too. And the bizarre thing is, is that I did it for my old man. I tortured this poor kid because I wanted him to think I was cool. He's always going off about, you know, when he was in school, all the wild things he used to do, and I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right? So, I'm sitting in the locker room and I'm taping up my knee and Larry's undressing a couple lockers down from me and he's kinda, kinda skinny, weak, and I started thinking about my father and his attitude about weakness, and the next thing I knew I, I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him. Then my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I was sittin' in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Larry's father and Larry having to go home and explain what happened to him. And the humiliation, the f*cking humiliation he must have felt. It must have been unreal. I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There's no way. It's all because of me and my old man. God, I ****ing hate him. He's like, he's like this mindless machine I can't even relate to anymore. "Andrew, you've got to be number one. I won't tolerate any losers in this family. Your intensity is for ****." You son of a bitch. You know, sometimes I wish my knee would give and I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. He could forget all about me.

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Suspect's Reviews

"Most people think Marv is crazy, but i don't believe that. I'm no shrink and I'm not saying I've got Marv all figured out, but 'crazy' just doesn't explain him. Not to me. Sometimes I think he's retarded, a big, brutal kid who never learned the ground rules about how people are supposed to act around each other. But that doesn't have the right ring to it either.

No, it's more like there's nothing wrong with Marv, nothing at all. Except that he had the rotten luck of being born at the wrong time in history. He'd have been okay if he'd been born a couple thousand years ago. He'd be right at home on some ancient battleground, swinging an ax into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking a sword to other gladiators like him.

They'd have tossed him girls like Nancy back then."

-- Dwight (Clive Owen)

Your Honors, I derive much consolation from the fact that my colleague, Mr. Baldwin, here, has argued the case in so able and so complete a manner as to leave me scarcely anything to say.

However... why are we here? How is it that a simple, plain property issue should now find itself so ennobled as to be argued before the Supreme Court of the United States of America? I mean, do we fear the lower courts, which found for us easily, somehow missed the truth? Is that it? Or is it, rather, our great and consuming fear of civil war that has allowed us to heap symbolism upon a simple case that never asked for it; and now would have us disregard truth, even as it stands before us, tall and proud as a mountain? The truth, in truth, has been driven from this case like a slave, flogged from court to court, wretched and destitute. And not by any great legal acumen on the part of the opposition, I might add, but through the long, powerful arm of the Executive Office.

Yea, this is no mere property case, gentlemen. I put it to you thus: This is the most important case [to] ever come before this Court. Because what it, in fact, concerns... is the very nature of man.


These are transcriptions of letters written between our Secretary of State, John Forsyth, and the Queen of Spain, Isabella the Second. Now, I ask that you accept their perusal as part of your deliberations.

Thank you, sir.

I would not touch on them now except to notice a curious phrase which is much repeated. The queen again and again refers to our "incompetent" courts. Now what, I wonder, would be more to her liking? Huh? A court that finds against the Africans? Well, I think not. And here is the fine point of it: What her majesty wants is a court that behaves just like her courts, the courts this eleven-year-old child plays with in her magical kingdom called Spain. A court that will do what it is told. A court that can be toyed with like a doll. A court -- as it happens -- of which our own President, Martin Van Buren, would be most proud.


This is a publication of the Office of the President. It's called the Executive Review, and I'm sure you all read it. At least I'm sure the President hopes you all read it. This is a recent issue, and there's an article in here written by a "keen mind of the South," who is my former Vice President, John Calhoun, perhaps -- Could it be? -- who asserts that:

"There has never existed a civilized society in which one segment did not thrive upon the labor of another. As far back as one chooses to look -- to ancient times, to biblical times -- history bears this out. In Eden, where only two were created, even there one was pronounced subordinate to the other. Slavery has always been with us and is neither sinful nor immoral. Rather, as war and antagonism are the natural states of man, so, too, slavery, as natural as it is inevitable."

Now, gentlemen, I must say I differ with the keen minds of the South, and with our president, who apparently shares their views, offering that the natural state of mankind is instead -- and I know this is a controversial idea -- is freedom. Is freedom.

And the proof is the length to which a man, woman, or child will go to regain it, once taken. He will break loose his chains! He will decimate his enemies! He will try and try and try against all odds, against all prejudices, to get home...

Cinque, would you stand up, if you would, so everyone can see you.


This man is black. We can all see that. But can we also see as easily that which is equally true -- that he is the only true hero in this room. Now, if he were white, he wouldn't be standing before this court fighting for his life. If he were white and his enslavers were British, he wouldn't be able to stand, so heavy the weight of the medals and honors we would bestow upon him. Songs would be written about him. The great authors of our times would fill books about him. His story would be told and retold in our classrooms. Our children, because we would make sure of it, would know his name as well as they know Patrick Henry's.

Yet, if the South is right, what are we to do with that embarrassing, annoying document, "The Declaration of Independence?" What of its conceits? "All men...created equal," "inalienable rights," "life," "liberty," and so on and so forth? What on earth are we to do with this?


I have a modest suggestion. [tears up a facsimile of the Declaration]

The other night I was talking with my friend, Cinque. He was over at my place, and we were out in the greenhouse together. And he was explaining to me how when a member of the Mende -- that's his people -- when a member of the Mende encounters a situation where there appears no hope at all, he invokes his ancestors. It's a tradition. See, the Mende believe that if one can summon the spirits of one's ancestors, then they have never left... and the wisdom and strength they fathered and inspired will come to his aid...


James Madison. Alexander Hamilton. Benjamin Franklin. Thomas Jefferson. George Washington. John Adams.

We've long resisted asking you for guidance. Perhaps we have feared in doing so we might acknowledge that our individuality which we so, so revere is not entirely our own. Perhaps we've feared an appeal to you might be taken for weakness. But, we've come to understand, finally, that this is not so. We understand now, we've been made to understand, and to embrace the understanding that who we are... is who we were.

We desperately need your strength and wisdom to triumph over our fears, our prejudices, ourselves. Give us the courage to do what is right. And if it means civil war, then let it come. And when it does... may it be, finally, the last battle of the American Revolution.

That's all I have to say.

Lotte Schwartz

"I don't even care, I think it's kinda sexy that, John Malkovitch has a portal you know? Sort of like, it's like, it's like he has a vagina. Sort of vaginal you know? Like he has a penis and a vagina. It's sort of like... Malkovich's feminine side. I like that."

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Too easily, the "dicks pussies and ********" speeches from Team America (I'm hoping the swear filter does the job for me)

First off the drunk guy..."See, there's three kinds of people: dicks, pussies, and ********. Pussies think everyone can get along, and dicks just want to **** all the time without thinking it through. But then you got your ********, Chuck. And all the ******** want us to **** all over everything! So, pussies may get mad at dicks once in a while, because pussies get ****ed by dicks. But dicks also **** ********, Chuck. And if they didn't **** the ********, you know what you'd get? You'd get your dick and your pussy all covered in ****!"

And then Gary at the end..."We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an *******. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get ****ed by dicks. But dicks also **** ********: ******** that just want to **** on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with ******** their way. But the only thing that can **** an ******* is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they **** too much or **** when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of **** that they become ******** themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from ass holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us **** this *******, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in ****!"

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I just watched Jaws this evening, so I would also agree that the Quint speech is pretty damned good.

Also, the beginning of Full Metal Jacket is priceless

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i have angels in america on dvd, ive watched millions of times and ive never seen this scene

this one from Kissing Jessica Stein

Jessica: You don't appreciate the chaos and absurdity of life on this planet. You don't understand irony, or ethnicity, or eccentricity, or poetry, or the simple joy of being a regular at the diner on your block. I love that. You don't drink coffee or alcohol. You don't over eat. You don't cry when you're alone. You don't understand sarcasm. You plod through life in a neat, colorless, caffeine free, dairy free, conflict free way. I'm bold and angry and tortured and tremendous and I notice when someone has changed their hair part, or when someone is wearing two very distinctly different shades of black or when someone changes the natural temperment of their voice on the phone. I don't give out empty praise. I'm not complacent or well-adjusted. I can't spend fifteen minutes breathing and stretching and getting in touch with myself. I can't spend three minutes finishing an article. I check my answering machine nine times every day and I can't sleep at night because I feel that there is so much to do and fix and change in the world, and I wonder every day if I am making a difference and if I will ever express the greatness within me, or if I will remain forever paralyzed by muddled madness inside my head. I've wept on every birthday I've ever had because life is huge and fleeting and I hate certain people and certain shoes and I feel that life is terribly unfair and sometimes beautiful and wonderful and extraordinary but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable and I hate myself a lot of the time. The rest of the time I adore myself and I adore my life in this city and in this world we live in. This huge and wondrous, bewildering, brilliant, horrible world.

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Gregory Peck's final courtroom monologue in To Kill a Mockingbird. It's taken almost word-for-word from the novel.


"Gentlemen, I shall be brief, but I would like to use my remaining time with you to remind you that the case of Mayella Ewell vs. Tom Robinson is not a difficult one. To begin with, this case should have never come to trial. The state of Alabama has not produced one iota of medical evidence that shows that the crime Tom Robinson is charged with ever took place. This case is as simple as black and white. It requires no minute sifting of complicated facts, but it does require you to be sure beyond all reasonable doubt as to the guilt of the defendant.

Miss Ewell did something that in our society is unspeakable: she is white, and she tempted a Negro. The defendant is not guilty, but someone in this courtroom is. I have nothing but pity in my heart for the chief witness for the state, but my pity does not extend so far as to her putting a man's life at stake. She knew full well the enormity of her offense, but because her desires were stronger than the code she was breaking, she persisted. The state of Alabama has relied solely upon the testimony of two witnesses who's evidence has not only been called into serious question, but has been flatly contradicted by the defendant.

I need not remind you of their appearance and conduct on the stand. They have presented themselves in the cynical confidence that their testimony would not be doubted. They were confident that you, the jury, would go along with the evil assumption that all Negro's lie, and are immoral. Mr. Robinson is accused of rape, when it was she who made the advances on him. He put his word against two white people's, and now he is on trial for no apparent reason- except that he is black.

Thomas Jefferson once said that all men are created equal, a phrase that the government is fond of hurling at us. There is a tendency in this year of grace, 1935, for certain people to use that phrase out of context, to satisfy all conditions. We know that all men are not created equal in the sense that some people would have us believe. Some people are smarter than others, some people have more opportunity because they are born with it, some men have more money than others, and some people are more gifted than others.
But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal. An institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, the ignorant man the equal of any president, and the stupid man the equal of Einstein. That institution is the court. But a court is only as sound as its jury, and the jury is only as sound as the men who make it up.

I am confident that you gentlemen will review without passion the evidence you have heard, come to a decision, and restore the defendant to his family. In the name of God, do your duty. In the name of God, gentlemen, believe Tom Robinson."

More will come to mind, I'm sure...

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Tyler Durden: You're not your job. Your not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your ****ing khakis. You're the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

Yeah, I thought this short but sweet monologue perfectly encapsulated the notion of how materialism can take ahold of one's life and thus make a person trivial.

Good call. I love that one. Also, a few of my favorite narrations from "The Basketball Diaries":


"I am alone. Not just me. We're alone... alone forever. And who's at the end of that forever tunnel I run through, up Fifth with the wallpaper of skyscrapers? I'm thinking after all of those beautiful trips, that this is one of those bad ones."

"You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the earth. And that's good that there's rain; it clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance."

"We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness - not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there's room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls - has barricaded the world with hate - has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man - cries for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say: 'Do not despair.' The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you and enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate, only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural!

Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St Luke, it is written the kingdom of God is within man not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful - to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security.

By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason - a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us unite!

Hannah, can you hear me? Wherever you are, look up Hannah. The clouds are lifting! The sun is breaking through! We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world - a kindlier world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed and their brutality. Look up, Hannah! The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow - into the light of hope, into the future, the glorious future that belongs to you, to me, and to all of us. Look up, Hannah... look up!"

-Charlie Chaplin, "The Great Dictator"

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Don corleones opening speech to bonesera.
final sentence: "Your enemies would become my enemies......then they would fear u".

Braveheart: they may take our lives but they would never take our freedom!.
This was original dont forget but now its milked.

This and Red's last lines in Shawshank:

I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

I love that speech too.

I've said this before I believe but it was this one given by Samuel Jackson to the few survivors in the movie Deep Blue Sea was just awesome and to me, unforgettable.

MAJOR SPOILER FOR DEEP BLUE SEA!!

Four come to mind:

Billy Bigelow's aptly named "Soliloquy" in Carousel (1956). You may have to be a father--especially the father of a daughter--to really appreciate this. "You can have fun with a son / But you've got to be a father to a girl...."/

Jack Nicholson's rant against women after his three witchy lovers conjure up a storm that blows him down main street into the church in The Witches of Eastwick (1987). This bit finally won me over as a Nicholson fan.

James Cagney's finger-snapping rapid-fire calling out of lengthy and detailed instructions (all shot in one take) as he attempts to change in a couple of hours a card-carrying Young Communist from East Berlin into the titled suave European son-in-law for his boss at Coca-Cola in One, Two, Three (1961).

Eddie Albert's equally rapid and revealing spiel, sprinkled with amazing alliteration, as the deeply disturbed Mr. Future in Captain Newman, M.D. It's a long and extremely difficult bit of dialogue and soliloquy from an air force officer whose mind snaps because of the men he's ordered to their deaths during WWII.

Ok, i'm about to post a somewhat controversial monolgue. It's taken from This Is England and is said by Combo played by Stephen Graham (Who, ironically enough, is actually mixed raced in real life. He just has VERY fair skin for a mixed raced bloke).

The reason I have chosen this monologue is mainly because I wanted to use a quote that wasn't considered cool or classy, but rather vicous, horrible yet memorable and somewhat relevant to today's society. The way those venomous words come out of Combo's mouth still leaves me shocked, fascinated and bit disturbed by it all. This is a man that truly believes in something - it's just a shame the stuff he believes in happens to bigoted bullshite.

Note - I do NOT..I repeat NOT agree with ANYTHING that's being said. So please don't be offended. Cheers guys.

“Lovely, love you for that, that’s ****ing great. A proud man. Learn from him. That’s a PROUD man there. That’s what we need, man. That’s what this nation has been built on, proud men. Proud ****ing warriors. 2,000 years this little tiny ****ing island has been raped and pileged by people who have come here and wanted a piece of it. Two ****ing world wars men have layed down their lives for this. For this! And for what? So we can stick our ****ing flag our in the ground and say ,yeah, THIS IS ENGLAND and THIS IS ENGLAND and THIS IS ENGLAND…”
And for what? For what now? Eh? What for? So we could just open the ****ing floodgates and let them all come in say ‘yeah, come on, come in. Get off your ship did you have a safe journey? Was it hard was it, yeah, here’s a corner why don’t you build a shop. Better still, why don’t you build a shop and build a church. Follow your own ****ing religions do what you want'. When the single ****ing parents out there can’t get a ****ing flat. And they’re being given to these…”

Ok, I don't have much time right now but theres more to the speech and will add the rest later.

Another amazing little mini-speech...


Taxi Driver - 1976, Martin Scorsese
"Listen, you f*ckers, you screwheads - here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the c*nts, the dogs, the filth, the s**t. Here is someone who stood up. Here is..."

I went to Scotland once. I remember it much as one recalls a dream.

Or a nightmare.

I was on a budget flight to Norway, when a storm hit and forced us to ditch in Glasgow, Prestwick.
I was stranded. And it's so hilly up there that you can't get any signal on your cellphone.

It looked bad.

It looked like I was going to have to spend the night in Glasgow.

The cabin crew suggested we all go out and club it.

I had no option, it was that or one of their B&Bs.

I figured it would be safer on the streets.

For the first time ever, I saw the Scotch in their natural habitat, and it weren't pretty.

I'd see them huddling in stations before, being loud, but this time I was surrounded.

Everywhere I went it felt like they were watching me.

Fish-white flesh puckered by the Highland breeze, tight eyes peering out for fresh meat, screeching, booze-soaked voices hollering out for a taxi to take them halfway up the road to the next all-night watering-hole.

A shatter of glass. A round of applause. A sixteen-year-old mother of three vomiting in an open sewer, bairns looking on chewing on potato-cakes.

I ain't never going back. Not never.