I proclaim "SPACE BALLS" the funniest movie of all time
DHelmet: Careful you idiot. I said across her nose not up it.
GUNNER: Sorry sir. Doing my best.
DHelmet: Who made that man a gunner?
MAJOR: I did sir. He's my cousin.
DHelmet: Who is he?
COLONEL S.: He's an ******* sir.
DHelmet: I know that... whats his name?
COLONEL S.: That is his name sir, *******, Major *******.
DHelmet: And his cousin?
COLONEL S.: He's an ******* too sir: Gunner's mate, first class, Phillip *******.
DHelemt: How many *******s we got on this ship anyhow?
THE CREW: YO!!!!
DHelmet: I knew it. I'm surrounded by *******s(pulls facemask down) Keep firing *******s!!!
---------------------------
DHelmet: Say goodbye to your two best friends and I don't mean your pals in the Winnebago
---------------------------
Pulp fiction's got them beat!
JULES
Whoa...whoa...whoa...stop right
there. Eatin' a bitch out, and
givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't
even the same ****in' thing.
VINCENT
Not the same thing, the same
ballpark.
JULES
It ain't no ballpark either. Look
maybe your method of massage
differs from mine, but touchin' his
lady's feet, and stickin' your
tongue in her holyiest of holyies,
ain't the same ballpark, ain't the
same league, ain't even the same
****in' sport. Foot massages don't
mean ****.
VINCENT
Have you ever given a foot massage?
JULES
Don't be tellin' me about foot
massages -- I'm the ****in' foot
master.
VINCENT
Given a lot of 'em?
JULES
**** yeah. I got my technique down
man, I don't tickle or nothin'.
VINCENT
Have you ever given a guy a foot
massage?
Jules looks at him a long moment -- he's been set up.
JULES
**** you.
He starts walking down the hall. Vincent, smiling, walks a
little bit behind.
VINCENT
How many?
JULES
**** you.
VINCENT
Would you give me a foot massage --
I'm kinda tired.