Baby Doom (1998)

Actors

• Jesper Klein (actor)
• Henning Moritzen (actor)
• Ulrich Thomsen (actor)
• George Keller (composer)
• Anders Thomas Jensen (writer)
• Peter Gren Larsen (actor)
• Jesper Asholt (actor)
• Peter Gren Larsen (writer)
• Peter Gren Larsen (director)
• Zlatko Buric (actor)
• Thomas Gammeltoft (actor)
• Anders Villadsen (editor)
• Thomas Gammeltoft (producer)
• Peter Mygind (actor)
• Ditte Gråbøl (actress)

Genres

• Comedy

Didi - Der Doppelgänger (1984)

Actors

• Ronald Reagan (actor)
• Tilo Prückner (actor)
• Ruth-Maria Kubitschek (actress)
• Dieter Hallervorden (actor)
• Dieter Hallervorden (actor)
• Dieter Hallervorden (writer)
• Friedrich G. Beckhaus (actor)
• Manfred Lehmann (actor)
• Winfried Glatzeder (actor)
• Georg Tryphon (actor)
• Reinhard Schwabenitzky (director)
• Gert Burkard (actor)
• Michael Gempart (actor)
• Friedhelm Lehmann (actor)
• Wolf Bauer (producer)

Genres

• Comedy

Mille milliards de dollars (1982)

Actors

• Jeanne Moreau (actress)
• Philippe Sarde (composer)
• Michel Aumont (actor)
• Jean-Pierre Kalfon (actor)
• Jacques François (actor)
• Mel Ferrer (actor)
• André Falcon (actor)
• Michel Auclair (actor)
• Edith Scob (actress)
• Pierre Londiche (actor)
• Henri Verneuil (writer)
• Henri Verneuil (producer)
• Henri Verneuil (director)
• Fernand Ledoux (actor)
• Marc Eyraud (actor)

Genres

• Crime
• Drama
• Thriller

American Graffiti (1973)

Actors

• George Lucas (writer)
• George Lucas (editor)
• George Lucas (director)
• Francis Ford Coppola (producer)
• Ron Howard (actor)
• Harrison Ford (actor)
• Richard Dreyfuss (actor)
• Bo Hopkins (actor)
• Cindy Williams (actress)
• Suzanne Somers (actress)
• Kathleen Quinlan (actress)
• Charles Martin Smith (actor)
• Toni Basil (miscellaneous crew)
• Lynne Marie Stewart (actress)
• Candy Clark (actress)

Genres

• Comedy

Taglines:

...is back! [1978 Re-release]
Where were you in '62?

Quotes:

Bob Falfa: Hey man, I'm sorry if I scared ya!::John Milner: You're gonna hafta do one hell of a lot more than that to scare me!::Bob Falfa: Hey I've been lookin' all over for ya man. Didn't nobody tell ya I was lookin' for ya?::John Milner: Man, I can't keep track of all you punks runnin' 'round here backwards.::Bob Falfa: Hey you're s'posed to be the fastest thing in the Valley man, but that can't be your car. It must be your mama's car! I'm sorta' embarrassed to be this close to ya!::John Milner: Yeah, well I'm not surprised, drivin' a field car!::Bob Falfa: Field car? What's a field car?::John Milner: A field car runs through the fields, droppin' cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow.::Bob Falfa: Ha ha! That's pretty good! Say, I like the color of your car there, man. What's that s'posed to be? Sort of a cross between piss yella' and puke green ain't it?::John Milner: Well, you call that a paint job, but it's pretty ugly. I bet you got to sneak up on the pumps just to get a little air in your tires!::Bob Falfa: Well at least I don't have to pull over to the side just to let a funeral go by man.::John Milner: Oh ho, funny!

Carol: [to Falfa] Your car is uglier than I am! [both John and Falfa look at her oddly] Uh... that didn't come out right.

Debbie Dunham: Peel out, I just love it when guys peel out.

[first lines]::Terry Fields: Hey, what do you say, Curt? Last night in town... you guys gonna have a little bash before you leave?::Steve Bolander: The Moose have been looking for you all day.::[hands a check to Curt]::Steve Bolander: They got worried... thought you were trying to avoid them or something.::Terry Fields: What is it? What do ya got?::Curt Henderson: Oh, great.::Terry Fields: That's $2,000 man! Two thousand dollars!::Steve Bolander: Mr. Jennings gave it to me to give to you. He says he's sorry it's so late, but it's the first scholarship the Moose Lodge has given out. And he, uh, says they're all very proud of you back at the lodge.::Curt Henderson: Cute. Why don't you hold it for me for awhile?::Steve Bolander: Hey, I don't want it. Take it... it's yours.::Terry Fields: I'll take it!

Vic: Hey Deb, How's my soft baby?::Debbie Dunham: Come on, beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby.::Vic: Aw, come on honey. Look, so I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy.::Debbie Dunham: Yeah, three weeks? Besides, it only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn't blow your nose.::Vic: Look who's talking. Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein?::Debbie Dunham: Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking - it shows.::Terry Fields: Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have...::Vic: Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich?::Terry Fields: Uh, no thanks. I'm waiting for a double Chucky Chuck.::Vic: Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut.::Vic: [pauses]::Vic: Hey, I'll call you some night Deb. Some night when I'm hard up.::Debbie Dunham: I won't be home.::Debbie Dunham: [lights a match and throws it at him as he makes an obscene gesture at her]::Debbie Dunham: Get out of here.::Terry Fields: You seem to know a lot of weird guys.::Debbie Dunham: That creep's not a friend of mine, he's just... *horny*. That's why I like you, you're different.::Terry Fields: I am? I mean, do you really think I'm intelligent?::Debbie Dunham: Yeah, and I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew.::[she puts her arm around him, leans over and kisses him]::Debbie Dunham: Yeah.::Terry Fields: Brew?::Debbie Dunham: Yeah.::Terry Fields: You mean liquor. Yeah, yeah right, liquor. Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway.::[starts the car, backs up and pulls out of Mel's Drive-in]

Mr. Kroot: All right, all right, Bolander, break that up. You know the rules. You and your girlfriend want to do that, go someplace else, huh?::Steve Bolander: Hey, Kroot! Why don't you go kiss a duck?::Mr. Kroot: What did you say?::Steve Bolander: I said, go kiss a duck, marblehead.::Mr. Kroot: Okay, Bolander, you are suspended. Don't - don't you even come in on Monday. You're out, you're out!::Steve Bolander: Hey, hey, Kroot. I graduated last semester. Remember?

Peg: Joe College strikes out.

John Milner: Shit! Hey, get down!::Carol: Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"?::John Milner: What? No, get up, N-O. Sheezus.::Carol: What's your name?::John Milner: My name? Mud, if anybody sees you.

Debbie Dunham: Girls don't pay - guys pay!

Ants: Hey, man, who cut the cheese?::Joe: He who smelt it, dealt it.

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hello Houston - Starting Line
• Hollow Stone - Khan

lead on
to keep our feelings strong
and make me still believe
our page is one and the same
our ways will separate tonight
you say if we were to wait
some things just might be changed
I say that I dont have the strength
to fuel a burning flame
speak to me
what can I say, we just live too far away
that's a shame that love can't make you stay
sweet thing
I hope that you know I'm wondering where you are
You say this could work someday
when you and I both know this is the end
Leave me the way it has to be
excuse my poor excuse
tell me that insecurities
are what drove me to you
and everyday I compare your face
from sweet beginnings to your bitter end
sweet thing
I hope that you know I'm wondering where you are
You say this could work someday
when you and I both know this is the end
Let me let go
sweet thing
I hope that you know I'm wondering where you are
You say this could work someday

Hollow stone
Early morning you slip out the window
And glide through the dew
All alone
Back a thousand years
And you know there is no answer
They can give you, they can give you
For the words are not there for them to choose
After all
You are only a molecule drifting
An atom afloat
As you fall
Into space from your lonely shell of fear
You raise your hands and gaze in wonder
At a word you have seen somewhere before
Only you can see the men of wisdom
Moving slowly on together
Sun shines through the stone but once a year
Ceremony now will start anew
And so you sit beneath the linden tree
Staring ghostly at the altar
And all the problems that perplex you so
Dissolve and vanish deep into the water
No use asking what you are
Or what you'll be a millisecond after
As you plunge back into laughter now
Dancing and calling out your name
And still you sit beneath the linden tree
Staring ghostly at the altar
And all the problems that perplex you so