Movie Quotes for Loin

Meatwad: [Meatwad rolls up to Carl dragging a bag behind him] Hey
  Carl!
Carl: Oh great, youve seen me.
Meatwad: Hey, you want to contribute to Sir Loins hunger drive? He
  goin to feed the shorties yall.
Carl: [Meatwad hands Carl the bag, Carl takes it] Yeah, let me see
  here. I think I got some, uh, oysters over here.
Meatwad: [Carl proceeds to spit into the bag] Oh, thank you.
Carl: And be sure to thank Sir Loin for keeping me up all night.
Meatwad: Yeah, I do that. Hey, I thought that oysters had shells?
Carl: No, usually, but not these. They were, uh, farm raised... in my
  throat... with cheese. Hey uh, you want some crabs? Cause I got
  some of them.
Meatwad: No... no my, my bags pretty full right now.
Carl: I dont know if theyre Alaskan King, but they feel huge...

Paul Allen: This is really a beehive of, uh, activity, Halberstam.
  This place is hot, very hot.
Patrick Bateman: Listen, the mud soup and the charcoal arugula are
  outrageous here.
Paul Allen: Yeah, well. Youre late.
Patrick Bateman: Hey, Im a child of divorce. Give me a break.
  [studies menu] Hmmmm, I see theyve omitted the pork loin with lime
  Jell-O.
Patrick Bateman: [looks across the room] Is that Ivana Trump over
  there? Jeez, Patrick, I mean Marcus, what are you thinking? Why
  would Ivana be at Texarkana?

MC: And the winner is... Sir Loin!

[first lines]
[Rom and Leeta are looking at one of many potential wedding dresses
  for Leeta]
Rom: What do you think?
Leeta: I dont know. What do you think?
Rom: I like it. Dont you?
Leeta: Rom, its two handkerchiefs and a loin cloth!
Rom: I suppose we could lose the handkerchiefs.

ALF: [slowly enters kitchen] The Great Orange hunter stalks his prey.
[opens fridge] Ah, he sees it. The illusive loin of Pork the most
  prized catch in the refridgidary jungle. Whats this?
[picks a note off the food and reads it] "ALF dont eat this" Why
  would I eat this?
[throws away the note] Ever so deftly the great orange hunter
  maneuvers his weapon. He strikes.
[as he does this an earthquake starts] Whoa. Has the hunter angered
  the gods? Okay, I wont eat pork.

Herb Shop Clerk: Yak loin. Good to keep the Yang up.

Prime Minister: There was only one Gandhi. One anorexic little looney
  in a loin cloth and we lost an entire subcontinent.

[the battle begins. Optimus Prime and Megatron advance toward each
  other ]
Optimus Prime: One-to-one combat, Megatron!
Megatron: With the vanquished and his army exiled to deep space
  forever.
[Optimus offer handshake. Megatron, treacherous as ever, takes
  advantage of this friendly gesture. Optimus Prime shivers as he
  suffers electrical shock. Smiling viciously, Megatron pulls his
  hand up and backward, throwing Optimus to the other side of the
  arena. The Autobots react disappointedly with "Oh no!" "Cmon!"
  calls]
Optimus Prime: [heavily struggles to his feet] Uhh... never knew he
  was... that strong.
[Before Optimus can recover, Megatron shoots and hits him in the
  chest, sending him down]
Starscream: [to Skywarp] My power chip gives him the use of my
  cluster bombs.
[Optimus blocks Megatrons next shot with his left arm, and shoots a
  ball of fire from his right palm, hitting Megatron in the chest.
  Megatron shivers in pain, nearly falls. The Autobots cheer,
  thinking that from now on Optimus gains the upper hand]
Sparkplug Witwicky: Go, Optimus!
Spike Witwicky: All right, Optimus! Zap him good!
[Megatron quickly recovers. From his right loin, gun barrel
  protrudes, shooting at Optimus. Optimus is hit and collapses]
Starscream: And the use of my null ray, too.
[using Rumbles power, Megatron hits the ground, creating a ravine
  which stretches to under Optimus feet. Optimus falls into the
  ravine. Rumble points himself proudly. Optimus climbs out of the
  ravine, grabs huge boulder and throws it at Megatron. Megatron
  teleports himself. The boulder falls at the spot where Megatron was
  a moment ago and splits. Megatron re-appears behind Optimus]
Skywarp: You should see ME do that when Ive got my power chip!
Spike Witwicky: Optimus, behind you!
[Optimus hears Spikes warning and starts to turn back, but it is too
  late. Megatron shoots Optimus in the back. Optimus falls on his
  knees]

Neil: Guys, guys, guys, I think Ive solved our money problem. Im
  writing to my bank manager. See what you think...”Dear Bank
  Manager."
Mike: Yeah?
Neil: Well, thats it. Im quite pleased with it so far, though.
Mike: Oh, well, its a strong opening, certainly.
Vyvyan: I dont like the "dear." Sounds a bit too much like, "Will
  you go to bed with me?"
Mike: Well spoken, Vyvyan. What do you think instead?
Vyvyan: Uh, what about...”darling?
[everyone concurs]
Neil: [writing] "Darling Bank Manager...”
Rick: No, no, no, no, no, not "Bank Manager," its far too crawly
  bum-lick. Tell it like it is, put "Fascist Bullyboy!"
Neil: "Darling Fascist Bullyboy...”
Mike: Thats nice, yes, so far so good. So what do you want to say?
Neil: Well, basically, I want to ask him if I can have, like, an
  extension on my overdraft, but I know there must be a better way of
  putting it than that.
Mike: Well, what about, "Give me some more money"?
Vyvyan: ...”You bastard!"
Neil: Dont you think thats a bit strong?
Mike: Ah, Neil, people like that respect strength.
Neil: Yeah, youre right. Uh, "Darling Fascist Bullyboy, Give me some
  more money, you bastard...” Uh...”Love, Neil."
Vyvyan: Not "Love, Neil"! That sounds far too much like, "Come and
  get it like a bitch-funky sex machine!"
Neil: Yeah, youre right... Uh, what about, "Yours sincerely"?
Rick: Oh, come off it, Neil. If youre going to be that sycophantic,
  why dont you go round there now and stick your tongue straight
  down the back of his trousers?
Neil: Oh, look, I know, I know, why not "Boom Shanka"? It means, "May
  the seed of your loin be fruitful in the belly of your woman."
Mike: Hell never understand "Boom Shanka," youll have to write the
  whole thing out.
Neil: Right, okay, here we go. "Darling Fascist Bullyboy, Give me
  some more money, you bastard. May the seed of your loin be fruitful
  in the belly of your woman, Neil."
Rick: Well, if that doesnt work, I dont know what will.

Bernard Kalman: [haughtily, in a loin cloth at a New York rooftop
  party] You liked my novel? I was surprised when it sold. I didnt
  write it for that. Anyway, Ive been elected head of this new
  cultural committee. I flew to Washington last week. I didnt want
  to go, God knows... but the position has given me a sense of
  freedom. I can, at last, approach the President and say, point
  blank..."How bout a little nukie?" I will have performed a
  valuable service for this troubled nation. Shall we dance, madame?

Second Hermit: Hello, are you a hermit by any chance?
Frank the Hermit: Yes thats right. Are you a hermit?
Second Hermit: Yes, I certainly am.
Frank the Hermit: Well I never. What are you getting away from?
Second Hermit: Oh you know, the usual - people, chat, gossip, you
  know.
Frank the Hermit: Oh I certainly do - it was the same with me. I mean
  there comes a time when you realize theres no good frittering your
  life away in idleness and trivial chit-chat. Wheres your cave?
Second Hermit: Oh, up the goat track, first on the left.
Frank the Hermit: Oh theyre very nice up there, arent they?
Second Hermit: Yes they are, Ive got a beauty.
Frank the Hermit: A bit drafty though, arent they?
Second Hermit: No, weve had ours insulated.
Frank the Hermit: Oh yes.
Second Hermit: Yes, I used birds nests, moss and oak leaves round
  the outside.
Frank the Hermit: Oh, sounds marvellous.
Second Hermit: Oh its a treat, it really is, cos otherwise those
  stone caves can be so grim.
Frank the Hermit: Yes they really can be, cant they? They really
  can.
Second Hermit: Oh yes. [Third hermit passes by]
Norman the Hermit: Morning Frank.
Frank the Hermit: Morning Norman. Talking of moss, er you know Mr
  Robinson?
Second Hermit: With the, er, green loin cloth?
Frank the Hermit: Er no, thats Mr Seagrave. Mr Robinsons the hermit
  who lodges with Mr Seagrave.
Second Hermit: Oh I see, yes.
Frank the Hermit: Yes well hes put me onto wattles.
Second Hermit: Really?
Frank the Hermit: Yes. Swears by them. Yes.

Shepherd Wong: [reviewing a lineup of girls in his harem, each
  elevated on pedestals and visible on camera from the waist down]
  Loin, flank, sirloin. Why, this is the best shipment of meat weve
  had this year!

King Arthur: Noble knights of the Round Table, ever since the
  accursed Black Knight captured our Singing Sword, evil times have
  befallen us. One of ye knights must recover the Singing Sword...
Sir Osis of Liver: The Black Knight has a fire-breathing dragon!
Sir Loin of Beef: But-but-but... but the Black Knight is
  invincib-b-ble!
King Arthur: Odds bodkins! Hath the knights of the Round Table turned
  chicken? [Clucking sounds and feathers flying]

[first lines]
Popeye: If you kids wants to be sailors like your Uncle Popeye,
  youll has to loin about them.