Death Race (2008)

Actors

• Paul W.S. Anderson (producer)
• Bruce McFee (actor)
• Joan Allen (actress)
• Robert LaSardo (actor)
• David Carradine (actor)
• Melantha Blackthorne (actress)
• Robin Shou (actor)
• Jason Statham (actor)
• Tyrese Gibson (actor)
• Benz Antoine (actor)
• Ian McShane (actor)
• Danny Blanco Hall (actor)
• Jacob Vargas (actor)
• Roger Corman (producer)
• Jeremy Bolt (producer)

Genres

• Action
• Sci-Fi
• Thriller

Taglines:

Get ready for a killer ride.
Get ready for a killer race.
This Friday, may the best man live.

Quotes:

Joe's Navigator #3: I'm honored to navigate for you, sir. They call me...::Machine-Gun Joe: [interrupting] Save it. We won't have time to get acquainted.

Lists: Somebody's mad right now.::Coach: Nobody fucks with my car.

Ulrich: You win again.::Hennessey: Mr. Ulrich, I always win.

[last lines]::Jensen Ames: Someone once asked me if I was the best future for my little girl. I've thought about this for long time, and here's what I've decided: No one in this world is perfect. Heaven knows I'm not. But I love her more than anyone else possibly could. In the end, that's all that matters.

[about to throw the car cigarette lighter towards Colt's car]::Case: Merry Christmas, ASSHOLE!::Travis Colt: Oh, shit!

Coach: And what do we owe the pleasure of your company?::Jensen Ames: I killed my wife.::Coach: Bullshit! You're a hard man but you ain't no wife killer.::Jensen Ames: And how do you know?::Coach: I've met my share. But you, the way you look at her, couldn't do that if you killed her mother. So i say bullshit.::Jensen Ames: [sees Coach walking away] Coach? What would say if Hennessy got my wife killed? Get me framed to come in here to be a Frankenstein, what would say to that bullshit?::[pause]::Jensen Ames: Her name was Suzie. I was headed here. Always knew it; she didn't. She was my chance of something else and that bitch took her away from me.

Grimm: [after crawling out of a wreck] I'm the fuckin' Grim Reaper baby. Can't kill me! You can burn me, you can even fuckin' shoot me, but you just can't motherfuckin' kill me!::[Joe comes from behind ramming Grimm's head with one of his car's turrets]

Gunner: Man, what is this supposed to be?::Coach: Oatmeal... I think.::Gunner: Man, how do you fuck up oatmeal?

Gunner: [upon seeing RPGs on top of Machine Gun Joe's truck] What's that?::Lists: Model 7 Russian Armory, armor piercing, self arming, accurate to about 1000 meters.::Gunner: [slightly unnerved] Thought so.

Hennessey: [having always shown before a distinct aversion to crude language] Okay cocksucker. Fuck with me, and we'll see who shits on the sidewalk.

Strippers (2000)

Actors

• Jorge Ameer (producer)
• Jorge Ameer (producer)
• Jorge Ameer (writer)
• Janine Gosselin (producer)
• Jorge Ameer (director)
• Jorge Ameer (actor)
• Lupe Ontiveros (actress)
• Jennifer Christopher (actress)
• Johnny Greenlaw (actor)
• Wes Williams (actor)
• Johnny Greenlaw (producer)
• Johnny Greenlaw (producer)
• Johnny Greenlaw (actor)
• JD Roberto (actor)
• Torie Tyson (actress)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama

Quotes:

Violet: We pride ourselves on saving you money, as we take it away and away and away.

Luca il contrabbandiere (1980)

Actors

• Salvatore Billa (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Charles Borromel (actor)
• Angelo Boscariol (actor)
• Marcel Bozzuffi (actor)
• Guido Alberti (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Crime
• Drama
• Thriller

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Commercial - Jesus & Mary Chain
• Commercial - Tyler The Creator
• Commercial - Los Amigos Invisibles
• Commercial - Jesus and Mary Chain
• Commercial - C-Murder
• Commercial - 504 Boyz
• Commercial - King Missile
• Commercial - Lil' Romeo

McDonald's is shit
McDonald's is shit
Burger King is hip
McDonald's is shit
Please don't spit
Please don't tip
Please don't
But I wanna
Yeah I wanna
Yeah I wanna
The 7 is good
The 7 is cool
11 is good
The 7 is cool
Please don't loot
Please don't shoot
Please don't
But I wanna
But I wanna
Yeah I wanna
Children are fools
Children are cool
Children are cruel
Children are fools
(are fools)
Are fools

[Verse 1:]
My life? Screw it, with a drunk bitch
Like what the fuck are we doing?
We kissing, I'm weezing, it's time to play Tetris
I play piano, jack off I'm anorexic
I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic
Talking to myself because my therapist done had it
All the racial slurs from the [?] playing from Lenny Kravitz
Love lock down like I am some sort of faggot
But I'm not in the first place
Waiting for my dad to say hi on my birthday
Cause Jesus wouldn't even be my friend on Church day
I plan on getting back [censored] the worst way
In the jungle, I planned on the keeper
Inside of the cage cause I'm a motherfucking Zebra
Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers
Looking out retarded kids screaming out fuck slob, Jesus
[Hook: Casey Veggies]
And I can write a hook fast
I can get straight to the cash
Y'all niggas come last, I'm first though
No rehearsal, I know it all like Erkel
You can call it commercial
So turn it up, turn it up (Watch it)
Odd Future won't stop it
[Verse 2:]
I make music for a reason, didn't vote Obama
So you can charge me with treason
Year round asshole, the fuck you season
The flu, I'm sick that's why everybody sneezing
I'm always cheesing, smile for a reason
Fuck as I fuck you, I'm always teasing
My daughter need milk and a quilt
So I'm selling the [?] for six bucks cause she always sneezing
Some people need drugs, some people need dubs
On they car note to go to the club
But really, really, really, all I need deep down, is a hug
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Look, I'm back like niggas on a bus
With a Rosa Parks state of mind, I don't give a fuck
And I'm strolling Down South like Good Luck Chuck
In a Malcolm X shirt chilling with the Ku Klux
Klan, I ain't nothing to fuck with
O.F. clan they ain't nothing to fuck with
The O.F. clan they ain't nothing to fuck with

Esas son puras mentiras
Esa noche yo no andaba allí
Debes estar confundida
O había un tipo igualito a mi (x2)
Te cuentan que me vieron paseando en la ciudad,
Con una ropa fina y con cara de galán,
Mirando a toda esas chicas pasar frente a mi,
Pero eso es imposible yo nunca estuve allí
Cuando no estas conmigo yo me porto bien,
Me quedo encerrado viendo la TV,
No salgo ni a la esquina ni hablo con mi vecina,
Aunque no te lo niego sigue estando divina
Esas son puras mentiras
Esa noche yo no andaba allí
Debes estar confundida
O había un tipo igualito a mi (x2)
Me dices que me viste en una página Web,
Con dos Evas al lado y una birra también,
Que estaba muy contento y como distraido,
Te juro yo esa hora estaba más que dormido
No se de que me hablas yo no se que pasa,
Tu siempre por ahi y yo tranquilo en mi casa,
Leyendome unos libros pa' poder comprender,
Como debo tratarte y entenderte mujer
Esas son puras mentiras
Esa noche yo no andaba allí
Debes estar confundida
O había un tipo igualito a mi
Mentira, mentira, mentira, mentira
Esas son puras mentiras
Esa noche yo no andaba allí
Debes estar confundida
O había un tipo igualito a mi(x2)

sung by William
McDonald's is shit
McDonald's is shit
Burger King is hip
McDonald's is shit
Please don't spit
Please don't tip
Please don't
But I wanna
Yeah I wanna
Yeah I wanna
The 7 is good
The 7 is cool
11 is good
The 7 is cool
Please don't loot
Please don't shoot
Please don't
But I wanna
But I wanna
Yeah I wanna
Children are fools
Children are cool
Children are cruel
Children are fools
(are fools)
Are fools
But I wanna

[C-Murder & Leanerd Dawg talking]
Say lil' Learnerd Dawg (What's happenin'?)
Nigga you heard of QB? (Yah, why wassup?)
Well, yu know that nigga down with the click now you dig it (Okay)
So ah, I'ma play this new shit here and did it for ya (Do dat dog)
And ah, I want you to tell me me what you think about it (It's all good)
Check it out (Fo Sho)
[QB]
First appearence as a No Limit Soldier for all the critics
Real soldiers down front line and out to get it
We be blastin them motherfuckers give us a chance to kill em
Mo' muthafuckas then people die with cash, an mentally
Gold and platinum artists and Bout It Bout It shouldn't start it
No Limit Soldiers is Billboard regardless
Can't stop the Tank cause we rollin with steel
Have the skills to make a mill', straight hundred dollar bills
No doubt we face the street dates break
Triple platinum we chasin' with no hesitation
Real soldiers and we stay TRU
If you niggas wanna check us, that's how we roll through
We TRU Soldiers motherfuckers
[Talkin']
Yeah
Woohoo, Nigga boy that shit's tight
It ain't bad, that's it
Shit, Yo P, sign that nigga
Then bring the weed

little girl:hello
boy:yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please
little girl:dad some guy from moter credit wants you
master p:tell him im not here
little girl:my dad said he not here
boy:well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment.

Lately, I've seen red, I've tasted blood
I've killed with words, I've wished and hoped
And swam through a river of snot
Twice as wide as the mighty Mississippi
But I wanna know about the commercial I saw on TV
An Irish guy walking through a field of green
Whistling one of those Irish jigs
And a woman walks up and says
"Manly yes, but I like it too"
Then the guy pulls out a huge knife
And cuts off his first two fingers
And somehow catches them
In what's left of his left hand
And hands them to the woman
Did I mention they're both dressed in green?
They, they both sing this song together
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
Are ya hot as anything?
Hey, cut off two of your fingers
And stab yourself in the eye"
Then he stabs himself in the eye
And hands her the knife
And she stabs herself in the eye, okay? Okay?
So what about that?
Then they join arms and do this Irish folk dance
While taking turns dismembering each other
This was a commercial for deodorant, I think
Or soap or something
So now all the body parts are lying in a heap
But the heads are still singing
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
Are ya hot as anything?
Hey, get away from summer
And cut off all your limbs"
Then all of the body parts
Start hopping and bopping around like little bunny rats
Then they jump into the mouths of the singing heads
But then they just slip right back out
Through the severed necks and keep bopping about
It's very beautiful music that's playing
There's an Irish flute and a mandolin, I think
And the background singers sound
Just like the Clancy brothers
It's really a wonderful commercial
Spectacular, it must of cost a fortune to make
The kind of commercial you'd see
During the Super Bowl, maybe
Where the advertising time costs
A million dollars a half a minute
Wow, imagine that
A million dollars for a half a minute
Anyway, by the end of it
It looks like the two of them have been through a juicer
Or a food processor or a blender or something
It's just a pink puree of blood
Bone and flesh in a big bucket
But it's still singing somehow
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
Are ya hot as anything?
Hey, blend yourself, process yourself
Become a glass of animal juice"
"Haven't you had enough
Of fruit juices and vegetable juices?
Next time company comes over
Offer them a cool refreshing glass of yourself"
"Give of yourself
Stop being such a selfish piece of snot
Okay? Okay? Okay

Answering Machine: Your mailbox is full. Caller's cannot leave new messages
until you erase some of your existing messages. 14 new messages. 16 saved
messages.
Girl: Hey whassup Romie? (giggles). This your Juliet Tomeka. I was calling
cause you so fine at school yesterday oh my gahh. But I see you not in right
now...but...I'll holla back at ya. Peace.
4 Yr Old: Lil' Romeo? This Andrea. I just wanted to tell you...I love you and I
got your number from school. And I'm in the 2nd grade.and i want to be your Juliet(giggles)
Sister: Hello Romeo? This your sister Antonianne. This girl wanna talk to you
(Here...take the phone). Sister's Friend: Hi Romeo this Ashley. I saw you at
school today I was wearing the 'P. Miller Shorty' shirt on and I really wanted
to let you know I love you SO much. I'm gonna give your little sister my
number...make sure you use it. Holla!
Man: Hey Rome...whassup? This is P man..hurry up and get ready we gotta make it
today, we gotta flight schedule.
Girl: I wanna say...I'm so happy for you and...stuff like that. And...I don't
really know what to say. But, all I know is your really ??...I love you
sweetie, keep on doing what your doing shaking your tails off alright? Bye.
B: Rome, this B. I'm at the house, what time we gon' to the gym? Hit me on my
2-way.
Girl: Romeo this Antoine, I'm in the 8th grade, I just wanted to tell you i
love you.
Man: Yo Rome! I need to know what time we meetin' for the show. And don't
forget to bring some 'P. Miller Shorty' ya hear me?
Record Producer: Hey, yo Rome..what up? This Quake man, ya album is ridikilous
the shorty's is gon' crazy. So ya know ya got ta get out here man.
Diesel: Yo Rome? This Diesel. I gotta couple of hits. I just need you to come
over here and lay some vocals rap baby.
Lil' Don: Yo Rome. It's ya cousin Lil' Don. I was comin' to getcha so we can
work on ya game, baby. You know you tryin to go to the pro's outta high school.
Mom: Romeo. This ya Momma. Pick up the phone. I know you not in my car! If my
car not home when I get there you in trouble! You know you too young to be
drivin!
Puddin': Whassup Rome? This Puddin'. I got ya number from my lil sister and I
don't know what she gon' do wit ya. But I'm gon' do something wit ya... I wanna
take ya to my high school prom so holla at me!
Uncle: Yo...Rome? This ya uncle D. Hogan. I seen yo television show and it's
hott! And man, keep makin music for the kids. You a big positive influence on
everybody.
Master P (dad): Yo Rome whassup? This ya dad. Hit me back on my phone. They
need ya back on the movie set. Be there on time, it's gon' be a big movie. Ya
heard me? Peace!
Man: Yo whassup Rome? This ?? boy. Meet me at the house bouta 2 hrs get the
X-Box in. And also ?????????????????????????????????????? Holla back at me.
Lil' D: Yo whassup Rome? This Lil' D and that 'Gametime' Album hott! I just
layin my verse on "Clap ya Hands"
Mo: Yo Rome? This Mo, man. Holla at me bro. Let me know when ya'll ready to let
me bring ya'll to the movies.
Justice: Hey Rome...this is me, Justice. I was just callin to see if we could
hookup later on? Maybe go to the movies or somethin? Gimmie a call when you get
this message. OH! I meant to tell you...your new album 'Gametime' is off the
chain!!
Answering Machine: There are no more messages. Main Menu.