Grindhouse

Planet Terror:
Doctor Block: Self preservation comes to mind.

Planet Terror:
Doctor Block: I'm gonna eat your brains and gain your knowledge.

Planet Terror:
Quentin Tarantino/Rapist: I ain't never seen a one-legged stripper. I've seen a stripper with one breast. I've seen one with twelve toes. But I ain't never seen one with one leg...and I've been to Morocco.

Death Proof:
Well, ain't you so sweet that you make sugar taste just like salt!

Death Proof:
Get ready to fly, b*tch!

Death Proof:
[after Arlene turns him down for a lapdance] Well, that's alright. You're still a nice girl, and I still like you. But you know how people say (John Wayne drawl) "you're okay in my book" or "in my book that's no good"? Well, I actually have a book. And everybody I ever met goes in this book, and now I've met you, and you're going in the book too. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to file you under chicken...sh*t.

Death Proof:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, and I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. Do you hear me, Butterfly? Miles to go before you sleep.

Faux Trailers:
And Nicolas Cage...as...Fu Manchu!

Faux Trailers:
If you're gonna hire Machete to kill the bad guy, you better make damn sure the bad guy isn't YOU!

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He knows the score. He gets the women. And he kills the bad guys.

Faux Trailers:
They just f***ed with the wrong Mexican.

Faux Trailers:
If you... were thinking... of going... into... this house... DON'T!

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If you... were thinking... of opening... that door... DON'T!

Faux Trailers:
If you... were thinking... of checking out... the basement... DON'T!

Faux Trailers:
HOBO WITH A SHOTGUN! He's pissed! And he wants answers!

Faux Trailers:
He's cashing in his nickels and dimes for a new way of life.

Faux Trailers:
This Thanksgiving... prepare... to have the stuffing scared out of you.

Faux Trailers:
White meat. Dark meat. All will be carved.

Faux Trailers:
This Thanksgiving... you'll be coming home for the holidays... in a body bag.

I'll eat your brains and gain your knowledge...

J.T.:
Hey, hey. You want some barbeque? Best in Texas.

Cherry:
Oh, no thanks.

J.T.:
What's the matter? You don't eat meat?

Cherry:
Oh, I eat meat. I also eat lots of sh*t.

Cherry:
[grins] See that?

J.T.:
What's that?

Cherry:
Sh*t-eating grin.

J.T.:
[laughs] You ought to be a comedian.

J.T.:
[after being uncocious on the floor tastes the BBQ sauce in his shirt] I finally found my award-winning barbecue sauce!

Sheriff Hague:
Your blood's on it.

J.T.:
[after tasting the blood on his head] God damn it, he's right.

Quentin Tarantino/Rapist:
You know what this is?

Cherry:
A gun?

Quentin Tarantino/Rapist:
It's simplicity itself. You see you point it at what you want to die, then you pull the little trigger here, and a little bullet comes out here and the bullet hits you right there. [pokes her forehead] And you know what? You don't look like Ava Gardner no more.