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ROCK! Fucking shit for brains! The only fucking reason we're not dead right now is because, for some fucking reason, that fucking war maniac bitch
put her gun away! Or maybe it was God's grace or your great sense of humor! Yeah, I agreed to be your gun while we were here, but this is FUCKED! I could protect you through the fucking Alamo! But it's just not fucking possible to protect a guy who's trying so damn hard to get FUCKING KILLED ALL THE TIME! Rock:
... are you mad? Revy:
Not even close! I'm fucking pissed! Anyone but you, this would have been a bloodbath!
"Goddamnit, where the Hell is Jack? Fucking chickenshit! Fuck it! Fuck it! Shit! Fuck it! Shit!"
"Well after we eat, lets go hit the club and have ourselves a little fuckfest! Fuck that guy! Fuck this guy! Fuck those guys! Lets find everything that has a dick and FUCK IT! I'M TOTALLY FUCKING STOKED!"
All I could hear were screams, sobbing, and “Fuck!” Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The profanities were flying as thick as the bullets.
"Fuck you. Fuck the plane you flew in on. Fuck them shoes. Fuck them socks with the belt on it. Fuck your gay ass fairy faggot accent. Fuck them cheap ass cigars. Fuck your yuckmouth teeth. Fuck your hairpiece. Fuck your chocolate. Fuck Guy Ritchie. Fuck Prince William. Fuck the Queen. This is America. My president is black and my Lambo is blue nigga. Now get the fuck out my hotel room and if I see you on the street nigga, I'm slapping the shit out of you."
Jack From Jupiter: No, no, nononononono!Film
They're not going to fucking do me like this
! Butcher and his sick fucking crew of freaks, they're fucking fucking fucking fucking NOT! A-Train:
That's a lot of fucking. Jack From Jupiter:
"Fuck you, you fucking fuck!"
"Flaming Dragon? Ok...fuckface. First, take a big step back... and literally FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don't know what kind of Pan-Pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia, jack, is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again, otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down an ungodly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I am talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!
...Find out who that was."
"Fuck fuck fuck! Mother mother fuck! Mother mother fuck fuck! Noinch noinch noinch!"
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! You're cool! And fuck you, I'm out!"
"What's the big fucking deal? It's only a word. It doesn't hurt anyone. Fuck fuckidy, fuck fuck fuck!"
Pete: What's that fucking noise? it's four in the fucking morning.
Ed: It's Saturday.
Pete: No, it's not. It's fucking Sunday. And I've got to go to fucking work in four fucking hours because every other fucker in my fucking department is fucking ill! Now can you see why I'm so fucking angry?!
Edie McClurg: How may I help you?
Neal: You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosey fucking cheeks! Then you can give me a fucking automobile: a fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick! Four fucking wheels and a seat!
Edie McClurg: I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me!
Neal: And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car right fucking now!
Edie McClurg: May I see your rental agreement?
Neal: I... Threw it away.
Edie McClurg: Oh, boy...
Neal: "Oh, boy" what?
"Can't you stop saying 'fuck' all the time?"
Vulgar, but fluent; you don't stammer when you swear. Prince Albert:
Oh, bugger off! Lionel:
Is that the best you can do? Prince Albert:
Well... bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard. Lionel:
Oh, a public school prig could do better than that. Prince Albert:
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Lionel:
Yes! Prince Albert:
Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue! Prince Albert:
Because I'm angry! Lionel:
Do you know the f-word? Prince Albert:
F... f... fornication? Lionel:
Oh, Bertie. Prince Albert:
Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse! Lionel:
Yes... Prince Albert:
Balls, balls... Lionel:
...you see, not a hesitation! Prince Albert:
...fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and... tits.
Really? Well guess fuckin' what? I don't really fuckin' care. You want to know fuckin' why? Because I don't fuckin' live in the fuckin' world, I live in fuckin' New York City, so go fuck yourself!
— Henry Hackett, The Paper
Shut up, cunt! You louse. You got some fucking neck. Retired? Fuck off. You're revolting. Your fucking suntan... you're like leather. Like a leather man. You could make a fuckin' suitcase, a hold-all. You look like a fat crocodile, fat bastard. You look like fuckin' Idi Amin. State of you... you should be ashamed of yourself. Who d'you think you are? King of the castle? Cock of the walk? You think this is the Wheel of Fortune? You make your dough and fuck off? "Thanks, Don. See you, Don. Off to Spain, Don. Fuck off, Don." Lie in your pool laughing at me. D'you think I'll have that? You think I'll have that, ya ponce? All right, I'll make it easy for you. God, you're fucking trying! Are you gonna do the job? It's not a difficult question. Yes or no?
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
The CB radio is quiet now. Last night it hummed with cheap entertainment. One guy was trying to sell "wake up" drugs to truckers. On another channel, a "lot lizard" (trucker lingo for a prostitute) was soliciting. But the most captivating broadcaster was a man who possesses the foulest mouth in the world. He is the undisputed king of profanity. Most of the time, he's silent, monitoring the airwaves, but the moment he hears a trucker say something that displeases him, the mouth goes off like an A-bomb. Live-Action TV
His radio is so powerful that it drowns out everyone for miles, leaving him to dominate the airwaves as he spits and swears for a few minutes until he goes silent, resting up for the next round. I once asked him to "talk slower" so I could tape his dialog for a friend back home. He scorched the airwaves.
—Warren Faidley, Storm Chaser: In Pursuit of Untamed Skies
Shit motherfucker fuck shit. Carrie:
It's a shit motherfucker fuck shit situation?
"I can't think of any other words to say but 'fuck'"
"How do you plead?" Theatre
"Guilty aaaaaas FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!"
Bobby, you're a young punk. Bobby:
Fuckin' right I am. Donny:
A small-time thief. Bobby:
Fuckin' right I am. Donny:
But we never use the word "thief", do we, Bobby? Bobby:
Fuckin' right we don't. Donny:
And do you fence stolen goods through my junk shop? Bobby:
We never talk about it. Donny:
Fuckin' right we don't. Bobby:
So what do we talk about, Donny? Donny:
The nature of life. We also say "fuck" a lot.
— Speed-the-Play by David Ives
Fuck you. Fuck each and every one of you. Fuck you sleeping, fuck you waking up, fuck you standing, fuck you lying down. Fuck the horse you rode in on, the groom that brushed its mane, and the blacksmith that made its shoes. Fuck your mother, your father, any siblings, and any other living members of your family tree. Fuck you.
Fuck all these limp-dick lawyers and chickenshit bureaucrats. Fuck this 24-hour Internet spew of trivia and celebrity bullshit! Fuck American pride! Fuck the media! FUCK ALL OF IT!
"Now you're playing with power... now you're playing with fuckin' shit! You're better off fuckin' shit than fucking with this fucked up shit! Fuck this shit! You don't shit about how fuckin' shitty this fuckin' shit is. It's so bad it sucks. It's so fuckin' suck it fucks. And I...can't take it anymore."
"Hey, I know you're part of the motherfuckers! YOU FUCKING STOLE MY CLOUDSONG! IF I EVER FIND OUT WHERE YOU LIVE, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"
"Fuckin' fuck my fucko fuu-uuuck
" sang Bill Paxton. "Fuck you fuck fuck motherfuu-uuuck.
— Robert Brockway, The Way of the Barbarian
"Time to start dropping some F-Bombs! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. If I would give a shit, I could have give a fuck, but I don't give a shit, so I don't give a fu-
What have you done, movie?! What have you done?! You turned this character into a fucking sitcom! No, I'm serious, it's a fucking sitcom! Like the fucking Flinstones and the fucking Dinosaurs! Don't fucking believe me? Take a fucking look at the fucking scenes from these fucking shows and then fucking tell me they don't fucking look like the fucking same thing, you fucking fuck fuck!
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you... maybe I'm overexaggerating.
"My hormones are going nuts. Now please, if you would, get the fuck out of my way. I mean, how many times do I have to fucking write ice cream on this fucking list before someone gets their shit in gear, and brings home the fucking ice cream! Maybe I should get a steak knife AND ETCH INTO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FOREHEAD! HOW HARD CAN IT FUCKING BE!!!!! ICE MOTHERFUCKING CREAM!!!!! I GUESS THAT'S THE PRICE I PAY FOR LIVING WITH TWO FUCKING MORONS!!!!!"
Travis: Oh, damn.
Frylock: What did I just hear you say!?
Meatwad: I heard him, he said "damn," dammit. Only adults like us are allowed to say damn, bitch-ass, and hell. So get your hellin', damnin' ass back in that bitching damn room, dammit.
Frylock: [gives Meatwad angry look]
What? Damn, I was just helping you out, bitch.
Meatwad: Pooty butt doody! Okay, Frylock, now you try one!
Frylock:Authors and People
Alan you can suck my fry dick, you son of a bitch. Kiss my balls, lick the juice from my cock, you shit face! You fat bastard. You here me bitch? Huh? Come on down here! You sucking ball-sucking motherfucker!
"When I want my men to remember something important, to really make it stick, I give it to them double dirty. It may not sound nice to some bunch of little old ladies at an afternoon tea party, but it helps my soldiers to remember. You can't run an army without profanity; and it has to be eloquent profanity. An army without profanity couldn't fight its way out of a piss-soaked paper bag."
— George S. Patton
"I realize I use the word 'fuck' a lot, and I'd apologize for that, but I don't give a shit."
"I'll tell ya, in New York City, where I've lived far too long, 'fuck' isn't even a word, it's a comma."
"They're square, mother-fuck! FUCK YOU, MOTHER-FUCK!!!"
"Right? Fuck my old boots, it just... I can't... I can't handle that situation when people grief, and it's important to me to get a message like that...fucking hell! How can I get some... get, get... when I also fucked as well... I would'na minded if I'd have gotten what it was happening straight. Like, on the end "all right, 'Arris got his bass fucked, right I'll carry on and do something else", then that's fine, if I didn't fuck-up... but he made me fuck. It totally threw me right out, and he wasn't..."
"There was a woman down the alleyway, Mrs. Holmes, and she was going to report me for saying bugger, you know? 'Oh, just wait till I see your mother! You're in real trouble!'
I said, 'Well if you're gonna see her, tell her this: Bugger, shit, fuck, shit! Fucking sphincter! Arsehole! Up your arse, up your cunt! Fuck you sideways, you fucking boring, fucking whore! Fuck off you cow! Go and fucking repeat that to my mother!'
"Once the movies were forbidden to use the f-word at all, but in this one, it's only an opening salvo in a potty-mouth bombing run."