Elvis: Your soul suckin' days are over, amigo!
出自電影《打鬼王》 的經典對白。
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Elvis: Get old, you can't even cuss someone and have it bother 'em. Everything you do is either worthless or sadly amusing.
Elvis: Thank you. Thank you very much.
Elvis: Come and get it, you undead sack of shit.
Elvis: Even a big bitch cockroach like you should know... never, but never, fuck with the King.
Elvis: It'd been two presidential elections since I'd had a boner like that.
Elvis: Shitty pictures man. Every single one.
Elvis: Damn straight, he comes in here tonight, I don't want him slapping his lips on my asshole.
Elvis: I was goin' down for the last count. And I knew it.
Elvis: Is there finally and really anything to life other than food, shit and sex?
Elvis: Your soul suckin' days are over, amigo!
Elvis: But what do I care? I got a growth on my pecker.
Kemosabe: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!... Asshole!
Elvis: You could've come and seen him. They don't charge you for that.
Elvis: My own daughter... lost long ago to me... if she knew I lived, would she come and see me? Would she even care?
Elvis: I got tired of it. I was hooked on pills, you know. I wanted out.
Elvis: Problem is, he had a bad heart. He liked drugs, too. Liked them more than I did.
Elvis: Poor Bull. In the end... does anything really matter?
Elvis: Man, you are one big, bitch cockroach.
Bubba Ho-Tep: By the unwinking red eye of Ra!
Elvis: Don't make me use my stuff on ya, baby!
Elvis: Kemosabe was dead of a ruptured heart before he hit the floor. Gone down and out with both guns blazing. Soul intact.
Elvis: Gotcha, you six-legged bastard!
Elvis: Get old, you can't even cuss someone and have it bother 'em. Everything you do is either worthless or sadly amusing.
Elvis: Thank you. Thank you very much.
Elvis: Come and get it, you undead sack of shit.
Elvis: Even a big bitch cockroach like you should know... never, but never, fuck with the King.
Elvis: It'd been two presidential elections since I'd had a boner like that.
Elvis: Shitty pictures man. Every single one.
Elvis: Damn straight, he comes in here tonight, I don't want him slapping his lips on my asshole.
Elvis: I was goin' down for the last count. And I knew it.
Elvis: Is there finally and really anything to life other than food, shit and sex?
Elvis: Your soul suckin' days are over, amigo!
Elvis: But what do I care? I got a growth on my pecker.
Kemosabe: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!... Asshole!
Elvis: You could've come and seen him. They don't charge you for that.
Elvis: My own daughter... lost long ago to me... if she knew I lived, would she come and see me? Would she even care?
Elvis: I got tired of it. I was hooked on pills, you know. I wanted out.
Elvis: Problem is, he had a bad heart. He liked drugs, too. Liked them more than I did.
Elvis: Poor Bull. In the end... does anything really matter?
Elvis: Man, you are one big, bitch cockroach.
Bubba Ho-Tep: By the unwinking red eye of Ra!
Elvis: Don't make me use my stuff on ya, baby!
Elvis: No offense, Jack, but President Kennedy was a white man. JFK: They dyed me this color! That's how clever they are!
JFK: He had me on the floor and had his mouth over my asshole! Elvis: A shit eater? JFK: I don't think so. He was after my soul. Now you can get that out of any major orifice of a person's body. I read about it. Elvis: Oh, yeah? Where, man? Hustler?
JFK: Hello? Elvis: Mr. Kennedy? Ask not what your rest home can do for you. Ask what you can do for your rest home. JFK: Hey, you're copying my best lines! Elvis: Then let me paraphrase one of my own. Let's take care of business. JFK: Just what are you getting at, Elvis? Elvis: I think you know what I'm gettin' at, Mr. President. We're gonna kill us a mummy.
Elvis: Look, man, President Johnson's dead. JFK: Shit. That ain't gonna stop him.
Elvis: I was dreamin'. Dreamin' my dick was out and I was checkin' to see if that infected bump on the head of it had filled with pus again. If it had, I was gonna name it after my ex-wife 'cilla and bust it by jackin' off. Or I'd like to think that's what I'd do. Dreams let you think like that. Truth was Elvis: I hadn't had a hard-on in years.
JFK: Now this top line translates into, "Pharoah gobbles donkey goobers," and the bottom line, "Cleopatra does the nasty." Elvis: Say what? JFK: Well pretty much, that's the best I can translate it.
Elvis: Jack wait. Marilyn. Elvis: Come on, Marilyn Monroe? How was she in the sack? JFK: That is classified information! Top Secret! But between you and me... Wow!
JFK: Would you like a Ding-Dong? JFK: Oh, I don't mean mine! I mean a chocolate ding-dong. JFK: Of course mine would be chocolate now that I've been dyed.
Elvis: Kemosabe was dead of a ruptured heart before he hit the floor. Gone down and out with both guns blazing. Soul intact.
