D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!

Guy Martin
Guy Martin

The most common way to crash coming out of a corner is to highside - which is where you accelerate out of the corner, and the rear loses grip, then suddenly finds grip and chucks you off the bike.

Justin Sane
Justin Sane

The reality is that a consumer culture which chucks out its iPhones for a new version every nine months is completely unsustainable, because Earth has already reached the tipping point. 'The General Strike' attempts to personalize these issues and encourage listeners to look for a new model.

Lalaine
Lalaine

I'm a jeans person; I love Abercrombie. My shoe collection is composed mostly of Chucks and a few pairs of girly ones.

Transformers
Transformers

Judy Witwicky: Sam, we heard you talking to someone...
Sam Witwicky: Mom, I...
[Sam's parents fall silent and stare at Mikaela]
Mikaela: Hi, I'm Mikaela. I'm a... I'm a friend of Sam's.
[Judy starts giggling and chucks Sam on the shoulder]
Judy Witwicky: Gosh, you're gorgeous!
[turns to

Ron]
Judy Witwicky: Isn't that the prettiest girl?
Sam Witwicky: She can hear you talking, Mom.

Training Day
Training Day

Roger: [in his home] Here's a joke, boy. One day this man walks out of his house to go to work. He sees this snail on his porch. So he picks it up and chucks it over his roof, into the back yard. Snail bounces off a rock, cracks its shell all to shit, and lands in the grass. Snail lies there dying. But it doesn't die. It eats some grass. Slowly heals. Grows a new shell. And after

a while it can crawl again. One day the snail up and heads back to the front of the house. Finally, after a year, the little guy crawls back on the porch. Right then, the man walks out to go to work and sees this snail again. So he says to it, 'What the fuck's your problem?'
Jake Hoyt: That's messed up. That wasn't funny.
Alonzo Harris: Then why are

you cackling like a jackal?
Jake Hoyt: I dunno.
Roger: Figure that joke out and you'll figure the streets out.

Fantastic Mr. Fox
Fantastic Mr. Fox

[Coach Skip is teaching Kristofferson the rules of Whackbat]
Coach Skip: Basically, there's three grabbers, three taggers, five twig runners, and a player at Whackbat. Center tagger lights a pine cone and chucks it over the basket and the whack-batter tries to hit the cedar stick off the cross rock. Then the twig runners dash back and forth until the pine cone burns out and

the umpire calls hotbox. Finally, you count up however many score-downs it adds up to and divide that by nine.
Kristofferson: Got it.

Twister
Twister

Melissa: [at Meg's home at her dining table, eating steak and eggs] Why do you call Billy "The Extreme?"
Dusty: Because Billy *is* "The Extreme."
Jason 'Preacher' Rowe: Bill is the most outta control son of a bitch in the game!
Bill: [looking at Jo] No, I think I came in second.
Dusty:

So we get this one near Daleton, right?
Rabbit: Oh, God.
Jo: You guys have got to get some new stories. I'm gonna go wash up.
Dusty: And we are way too close. And Jo's got the vid on it right, she's filming it. And all of the sudden outta nowhere, this shitty lookin' green Valiant comes pulling up right in the way.

Beltzer: [points to Bill] And this loser stumbles out of the car, he's got like a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand...
Dusty: He's naked!
Rabbit: He is *butt* naked!
Beltzer: Naked!
Bill: NOT naked! I was NOT naked!
Beltzer: [whispering & laughing in Melissa's

ear] He was without apparel.
Bill: Half naked.
Dusty: Naked. Ok, so Jo's yelling at him to get out of the way, right?
[all laugh]
Dusty: And he just strolls up to the twister, says 'have a drink', and he chucks the bottle into the twister, and it NEVER hits the ground.
Jason 'Preacher' Rowe: The

twister caught it, and sucked it right up!
Bill: [directing towards Melissa] Honey, this is a tissue of lies. See, there was another Bill, an evil Bill, and I killed him.

Twister
Twister

Dusty: He strolls up to the twister, and he says, *have a drink*. And he chucks the bottle into the twister, and it never hits the ground.

Bad Santa
Bad Santa

Miami Bartender: Hey, asshole. How many times I gotta tell you, get out from behind my bar! Put the drink down right now. Put the drink down right now!
Willie: [gulps drink down] Fuck you.
Miami Bartender: Fuck me?
[lunges at Willie; they fight]
Willie: Ow!
[Willie is thrown over the bar; He

recovers and chucks a glass at the bartender]
Willie: Fuck you!
Miami Bartender: Fucking prick.
Willie: Asshole!
Miami Bartender: Get the fuck out of here right now!