Фрийрайд клуб със собствен отбор...

[NovemberCharlie]

Абе не може ли някак да ги мърджнеме двете теми, че вече се обърквам до къде стигна развитието по въпроса:D

[Bodom]

Аз предлагам в едната тема да се говори за екстремен, а в другата за фриирайд.
И аз се обърках:confused::uhh:

[TOYAGA]

А аз предлагам някой от модераторите да прояви милосърдие и да премести и двете в "Тема за вицове, глупости и т.н." преди броят на нуждаещите се от хоспитализация да придобие плачевни размери...

[mih]

@TOYAGA
надявай се, ръцете на модераторите за заети да им придържат коремите да не се пръснат от смях...


смешен плач...

[gladstone]

[quote="4getcredo"]

това и подписът ти газят (и аватара, разбира се)!!:beer::beer:, жалко, че не можеш да го озвучиш с акцента...
Моето любимо е: "Fock it, I'll du it fo free"
[/quote]


Култовите реплики са безброй, наистина са прекалено много Надявам се никой няма да възрази ако постна малко от тях, виждам, че има интерес. Преполагам няма да попреча на формирането на клуба по екстремен фрирайд :angel2:

Та ето:

Avi: Should I call you Bullet? Tooth?
Bullet Tooth Tony: You can call me Susan if it makes you happy.

*

Avi: Tony.
Bullet Tooth Tony: What?
Avi: Look in the dog.
Bullet Tooth Tony: What do you mean, "Look in the dog"?
Avi: I mean open him up.
Bullet Tooth Tony: It's not a fоcking tin of baked beans! What do you mean "open him up"?

*

Turkish: Fоck me, hold tight. What's that?
Tommy: It's me belt, Turkish.
Turkish: No, Tommy. There's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers?
Tommy: It's for protection.
Turkish: Protection from what? "Zee Germans"?

*

Turkish: You take sugar?
Brick Top: No thank you, Turkish; I'm sweet enough.

*

Avi: I'm gettin' heartburn. Tony, do something terrible.

*

Avi: Eighty-six carats.
Rosebud: Where?
Avi: London.
Rosebud: London?
Avi: London.
Gemologist: London?
Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fоcking Poppins... LONDON.

*

Vinny: Why are we stopped here? What's wrong with that spot?
Tyrone: It's too tight.
Vinny: Too tight? You could land a jumbo fоcking jet in that.

*

Vinny: I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the fuck can he get away from?

*

Turkish: I fail to recognize the correlation between "losing 10K", "hospitalizing gorgeous" and "a good deal"

*

Policeman: So, what you doin here?
Turkish: I'm taking the dog for a walk. What's the problem?
Policeman: What's in the car?
Turkish: Seats and a steering wheel.

*

Tyrone: I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats.
Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.

*

Turkish: Well the rabbit gets fucked.
Tommy: [pauses] Proper fucked?
Turkish: Yes, before "Zee Germans" get there.

*

Sol: You ain't from this planet are you, Vincent? Who is gonna mug two black fellas, holding pistols, sat in a car that is worth less than your shirt?

*

Sol: What the fuck is that?
Vinny: Heh heh. This, is a shotgun Sol.
Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun Vincent.
Vinny: So, I wanna raise some pulses don't I?
Sol: You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.

*

[while robbing the bookies]
Sol: Are you all right there Vincent?
Vinny: I would be if you stopped using my name.

*

Sol: He's a natural, ain't you Tyrone?
Tyrone: 'course I am...
[reverses into parked van]
Vinny: A natural fucking idiot.

*

Vinny: Replicas? What do you mean, Replicas?
Sol: They look real don't they? I also brought some extra loud blanks just in case.
Vinny: In case what? In case we have to deafen them to death?

*

Sol: I'm not in here to make a fucking bet.
Female Bookie: 'Preciate it, but all... bets... are... off. If all bets are off, then there can't be any money can't there?
Sol: I'm not fucking buying that.
Female Bookie: Well that's handy, 'cause I ain't fucking selling it.

*

Vinny: Now I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give us *exactly what we want, there will be murders.
Bullet Tooth Tony: (To Tyrone) What's your name?
Sol: Shoot him.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Ooh.

*

Doug the Head: Avi, I'm not telepathic.
Cousin Avi: Well you're plenty fucking stupid, I'll tell you that? Do you know why they call him Franky "Four Fingers" Doug? Because he makes stupid bets with dangerous people, and when he doesn't pay up, they give him the chop. And I'm not talking about his fucking fore-skin either.

*

Cousin Avi: Did he have a case on him?
Doug the Head: Yes.
Cousin Avi: And this schmuck is gambling?
Doug the Head: Yes, well what's the problem?
Cousin Avi: We're talking about Franky "I've got a problem with gambling" fucking Four Fingers Doug.

*

Franky Four Fingers: I have stones to sell, fat to chew, and many different men to see about many different ducks, so if I am not rushing you...
Doug the Head: Slow down, Franky, my son. When in Rome...
Franky Four Fingers: I am not in Rome, Doug. I am in a rush.

*

Brick Top: [Into cell phone] Pete, talk to me.
Darren: [Into cell phone] If ya want yer friend to hear ya, you'll have to talk a lot louder than that.

Отне ми доста време, та моля ако ще правите нещо на поста, нека да е ограничено до преместване в някоя друга тема или нещо такова

[mih]

{at the airport}
- Anything to declare?
Cousin Avi: - Yes! Don't go to England!