Favorite movie scene

The Wild Life when Chris Penn is drinking and watching TV with the cable guy.
Big Lebowski when he burns himself with the joint and crashes.
Bronx Tale when the bikers are spraying beer all over the place and Sonny locks the door and
says, "Now you can't leave."

 

"You tried to kill me!"

"If I'd tried that, your brains would be splattered all over this field - now where's the girl?!"

"I have rights!"

*Harry steps on Scorpio's wound and presses down as Scorpio screams and the camera pulls back in a dizzying panorama*

 

"Blazing Saddles" - The campfire scene.

 

Joe W. is digging through his box of DVDs right now. Good ol' Kezar Stadium.

 

Make my day.

 

Burly Detective: What do ya think, a gang hit, screwed-up drug score, unlucky John, or an unhappy love affair? Huh? Don't tell me this shit's gettin' to ya. Not Harry Callahan. Say it ain't so.
Harry Callahan: No, this stuff isn't gettin' to me. The knifings, the beatings, old ladies being bashed in the head for their Social Security checks, teachers being thrown out of a fourth-floor window because they don't give As, that doesn't bother me a bit.
Burly Detective: Come on, Harry. Take it easy.
Harry Callahan: Or this job, either. Having to wade through the scum of this city, being swept away by bigger and bigger waves of corruption, apathy and red tape. Nah, that doesn't bother me. But you know what does bother me?
Burly Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: You know what makes me really sick to my stomach?
Burly Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: Is watching you stuff your face with those hot dogs. Nobody, I mean NOBODY puts ketchup on a hot dog.

 

Sirs, Madames,

I was going through the pages trying to see if anyone picked this. My favorite movie. I actually held the Oscar for best screenplay.

Although everyone cites the "coulda been a contender" line, I think that packs less weight than others in the best head-to-head exchange between major actors ever.

The best lines:

TERRY
Gee, Charley, I'm sure glad you stopped
by for me. I needed to talk to you. What's it they
say about blood, it's—
(falters)

CHARLEY
(looking away coldly)
Thicker than water.

DRIVER
(gravel voice, without turning around)
Where to?

CHARLEY
Four thirty-seven River Street.


Later
CHARLEY
(watching for his reaction)
Of course, the boys know you too well to mark
you down for a cheese-eater.
Later

CHARLEY
Sure, that's all right when you're a kid,
but you'll be pushing thirty pretty soon, slugger.
It's time you got some ambition.

TERRY
I always figured I'd live longer without it.
CHARLEY
Maybe.


Later

TERRY
(desperately)
I tell you, Charley, I haven't made up my mind!

CHARLEY
Make up your mind, kid, I beg you, before we get
to four thirty-seven River... .

Later

Charley pulls a pistol. Terry is motionless, now, looking
at Charley.

CHARLEY
Take the boss loading, kid. For God's
sake. I don't want to hurt you.

TERRY
(hushed, gently guiding the gun down toward
Charley's lap)
Charley... . Charley... . Wow... .

CHARLEY
(genuinely)
I wish I didn't have to do this, Terry.

Terry eyes him, beaten. Charley leans back and looks at Terry
strangely. Terry raises his hands above his head, somewhat in the
manner of a prizefighter mitting the crowd. The image nicks Charley's
memory.

TERRY
(an accusing sigh)
Wow... .

CHARLEY
(gently)
What do you weigh these days, slugger?

TERRY
(shrugs)
...eight-seven, eighty-eight.
What's it to you?

CHARLEY
(nostalgically)
Gee, when you tipped one seventy-five
you were beautiful. You should've
been another Billy Conn. That skunk I got to
manage you brought you along too fast.

TERRY
It wasn't him!
(years of abuse crying out in him)
It was you, Charley. You and Johnny. Like the
night the two of youse come in the dressing
room and says, "Kid, this ain't your night— we're
going for the price on Wilson." It ain't my night.
I'd of taken Wilson apart that night! I was ready—
remember the early rounds throwing them combinations.
So what happens— This bum Wilson
he gets the title shot— outdoors in the ballpark!
– and what do I get— a couple of bucks and
a one-way ticket to Palookaville.
(more and more aroused as he relives it)
It was you, Charley. You was
my brother. You should of looked out for me.
Instead of making me take them dives for the
short-end money.

CHARLEY
(defensively)
I always had a bet down for
you. You saw some money.

TERRY
(agonized)
See! You don't understand!

CHARLEY
I tried to keep you in good with Johnny.

TERRY
You don't understand! I could've been a
contender. I could've had class and been somebody.
Real class. Instead of a bum, let's face it,
which is what I am. It was you, Charley.

People always do the "I coulda been a contender" Brando impression or whatever, but the real power was invested in "It ain't my night" and "It was you, Charley." It was acting class.

YHS, etc

 

"Kid, this ain't your night...."

"Outdoors in the ball park...."

Great stuff.....

 

(NSFW)

 

Two thoughts:

Brad Pitt discovering his wife's head in a box (from Seven)

Pretty much every scene in Silence of the Lambs - Buffalo Bill's dance sequence was somewhat memorable.

 

The scene where Lecter escapes the hotel is one of the biggest "Holy shit!" scenes I've ever watched.