* Thick Kevin: Nice guy, has long hair, doesn't have any shoes.
Carl: Must be... {...} This had better not be Jesus.
Thick Kevin: Yes, Jesus!
Carl: Why didn't you say he was the Son of God?
Thick Kevin: Was he?
* The Count: I asked all of you to demand of me to do a very foolish thing, and you sent in ideas in their millions. But one idea has defeated them all, so I'm proud to announce I will soon be the first person to say the "F" word on rock 'n' roll radio in the United Kingdom of Great Britain.
But my aim is not to offend, it is to entertain. But also, perhaps, to educate a little. Because if you shoot a bullet, someone dies. When you drop a bomb, many die. If you hit a woman, love dies. But if you say the "F" word, nothing actually happens.
So here it comes. Especially for you, the "F" word.
* Quentin: You can't do this.
The Count: Why not? It's just a word!
Quentin: Charming thought, but here's the simple situation. The authorities already dislike us. If you do this they will hate us, and by hook or by crook, they'll find a way to close us down.
The Count: They can't close us down. We're pirates. That's why we're sitting out here in the middle of the freaking ocean.
Quentin: Believe me, they will find a way. Governments loathe people being free.
* The Count: I don't know why you did that. I was just gonna say "fuck" once. You know, one tiny little "fuck."
Quentin: There's no such thing as a tiny little "fuck." {...} there's no "fuck" so small it won't fuck us up.
One day, in a world of dreams, you'll be able to say "wank" or "bollocks" or even "cock" on the radio. But "fuck," never.
* Simple Simon: You don't miss what you've never had.
* Gavin: Remember, be gentle, but be firm. Very firm, indeed.
* Simple Simon: Hold me! Hold me!
Carl: For what?
Simple Simon: I'm getting married! To a woman!
* Carl's Mom: Now this is very good cognac.
Carl: Yeah, it is 10:15.
Carl's Mom: Perfect.
* The Count: These are the best days of our lives. It's a terrible thing to know, but I know it. {...} Maybe you'll have better days, but I doubt it. We stood on top of the mountain, compadre. It's a long way do-be-do-be down.
* The Count: To all our listeners, this is what I have to say. God bless you all. And as for you bastards in charge, don't dream it's over. Years will come, years will go, and politicians will do fuck all to make the world a better place. But all over the world, young men and young women will always dream dreams and put those dreams into song.
Nothing important dies tonight. Just a few ugly guys on a crappy ship. The only sadness tonight is that, in future years, there'll be so many fantastic songs that it will not be our privilege to play. But, believe you me, they will still be written. They will still be sung and they will be the wonder of the world.
* Quentin: I think we're actually going to die.
Thick Kevin: Why?
Carl: I'll explain later.
* 'Doctor' Dave: So... Tell us, Mark, now at the very end. What was your secret? How did you get all them girls?
'Midnight' Mark: Simple. Don't say anything at all.
'Doctor' Dave: Nothing?
'Midnight' Mark: Nothing. Then, when the tension becomes too much to bear, you finally, finally, you just say... "How about it, then?"
'Doctor' Dave: "How about it, then?"
Simple Simon: "How about it, then?"
'Midnight' Mark: "How about it, then?" Works every time.
Simple Simon: Fuck!
--- Словарик:
by hook or by crook — всеми правдами и неправдами
hook — крюк; крючок; ловушка, приманка, западня
crook — крюк, крючок; клюка
loathe — испытывать отвращение; не любить; ненавидеть, не выносить
wanks — спиртные напитки
bollocks — (неприст.) яйца
tension — напряжение; напряжённость
Совершенно недостаточные, по-моему, 7.6/10 на Imdb (> 9,400 голосов по состоянию на 26/9/9).
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