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Quotes of Movie: American History X [1998]
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I'm ashamed that you came out of my body. This is stupid. Go cool off, get laid, do something, come back when you're ready to talk. Derek Vinyard: Yeah, but it really doesn't matter if I do does it, 'cause you got a whole crop already lined up you fuckin' chicken hawk! Cameron: Excuse me? Derek Vinyard: You prey on people Cam. I lost three years of my life for your fuckin' phony cause, but I'm onto you now you fuckin' snake. Cameron: Hey watch it Derek, this isn't some fuckin' country club where you can walk in and outta here... Derek Vinyard: Shut up! Shut Up! Shut the fuck up, I came here for one reason, to tell you that I'm out, and Danny's out too and if you come near him again, I will feed you your fucking heart. There was a moment... when I used to blame everything and everyone... for all the pain and suffering and vile things that happened to me, that I saw happen to my people. Used to blame everybody. Blamed white people, blamed society, blamed God. I didn't get no answers 'cause I was asking the wrong questions. You have to ask the right questions. Derek Vinyard: Like what? Bob Sweeney: Has anything you've done made your life better? One in every three black males is in some phase of the correctional system. Is that a coincidence or do these people have, you know, like a racial commitment to crime? | |
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You think you're the only one doin' time, Derek? You think you're here all alone? You think I'm not in here with you? Who do you hate, Danny? Danny Vinyard: I hate anyone that isn't white Protestant. Seth: Why? Danny Vinyard: They're a burden to the advancement of the white race. Some of them are all right, I guess... Seth: None of 'em are fucking all right, Danny, OK? Come in here Danny. Danny Vinyard: Seth... Hey man you going to Cam's party tonight? Seth: Is Davina's ass water tight? Danny Vinyard: You're fuckin sick man. Seth: Alright, relax let me ask you a few questions. Danny Vinyard: I'm not in the mood I got a lot of homework to do. Seth: Tell me some of the shit you've learned fuckass before I pistol whip you! Danny Vinyard: Ok, I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and greed! Seth: Cut the shit Danny come on. Tell me what I wanna hear asshole. Danny Vinyard: You mean that shit about your mother man? Seth: You wanna get fucking beaten Danny? [Davina starts to laugh] Seth: I'm not fucking talking to you Davina why don't you shut up? Seth: Who do you hate Danny? Danny Vinyard: I hate anyone that is a white Protestant. Seth: Why? Danny Vinyard: There a burden to the advancement of the white race. Some of them are alright I guess... Seth: None of them are fucking alright Danny ok? They're all a bunch of fuckin' freeloaders. Remember what Cam said we don't know em we don't wanna know em They're the fucking enemy. Now what don't you like about them and say it with some fucking conviction! Danny Vinyard: I hate the fact that's cool to be black these days. Seth: Good. Danny Vinyard: I hate this hip-pop fuckin' influence on white-fuckin'suburbia. Seth: Good. Danny Vinyard: And I hate Tabitha Soren and all there Zionist MTV fucking pigs telling us we should get along. Save the retorical bullshit Hilary Rodham Clinton cuz it ain't gonna fuckin' work. Seth: That's some of the best shit I've heard come out of your mouth. Davina Vinyard: No Danny I feel sorry for you. You don't really believe any of that shit do you? Seth: Shutup Davina! Davina Vinyard: No you shut the fuck up! Get out of the fuckin' house now you piece of shit please go! So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. 'We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.' Derek, what are you trying to prove? [Rasmussen shows a video of a crying Derek with his mother talking to a reporter after his father's death] Look I know this is tough. But how do you feel right now? Derek Vinyard: How do you think I feel? I think it's typical. Reporter: Typical how? Derek Vinyard: Well, this country is becoming a haven for criminals so what do you expect? You know, decent hard-working Americans like my dad are getting rubbed out by social parasites. Reporter: Parasites? Derek Vinyard: Blacks, Browns, Yellow whatever. Reporter: I don't understand you're saying that you think maybe your father's murder was race related? Derek Vinyard: Yeah it's race related! Every problem in this country is race related not just crime. It's like... immigration, AIDS, welfare those are problems in them. The Black community, the Hispanic community, the Asian community, they're not white problems. Reporter: Derek, are those really issues that deal with poverty? Derek Vinyard: No. You know, no. They're not products of the environment either that's crap. Minorities don't give two shits about this country, they've come here to exploit it not to embrace it. Reporter: What does this... Derek Vinyard: I mean millions of white European Americans came here and flourished you know within a generation so what the fuck is the matter with these jewlates going around shooting a... fireman? [cries] Reporter: What does this have to do with the murder of your father? Derek Vinyard: Because my father was murdered doing his job! Putting out a fire in fucking Nigger neighborhood. He shouldn't be giving a shit about. He got shot by a fucking drug dealer who probably still collects a welfare check! What are you doing Derek? This is your family. Derek Vinyard: Right, my family. My family so you know what? I don't give two shits about you or anybody else or what you think. You're not a part of it and you never will be. Murray: That has nothing to do with it! Derek Vinyard: Oh it doesn't? You don't think I see what you're trying to do here? You think I'm gonna sit here and smile while some fuckin' kike tries to fuck my mother? It's never gonna happen Murray, fuckin' forget it, not on my watch, not while I'm in this family. I will fuckin' cut your Shylock nose off and stick it up your ass before I let that happen. Coming in here and poisoning my family's dinner with your Jewish, nigger-loving, hippie bullshit. Fuck you! Fuck you! Yeah, walk out, asshole, fuckin' Kabbalah reading motherfucker. Get the fuck out of my house. We're so hung up on this notion that we have some obligation to help the struggling black man, you know. Cut him some slack until he can overcome these historical injustices. It's crap. I mean, Christ, Lincoln freed the slaves, like, what? 130 years ago. How long does it take to get your act together? Lamont: I'm the most dangerous man in this prison. You know why? 'Cause I control the underwear. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained we must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature. I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and greed. Every night, thousands of these parasites stream across the border like some fuckin' pinata exploded. [the skinheads laugh] Derek Vinyard: Don't laugh! There's nothin' funny goin' on here! [the skinheads immediately quiet down] Danny Vinyard: [whispering] Der. Derek. Stacey: Jesus, Danny! Fuckin' perv. Derek Vinyard: Jesus, Danny. What the fuck are you thinking? Danny Vinyard: Derek, there's a black guy out there breaking into your car. Derek Vinyard: How many Danny? How many? [Derek quickly pulls on white boxers and black combat boots] Danny Vinyard: one I think. Derek Vinyard: Is he strapped? Danny Vinyard: Huh? Derek Vinyard: Does he have a fucking gun Danny? Danny Vinyard: Man I don't fuckin' know. [Derek pulls out a gun from his dresser drawer] Stacey: Oh, my God Derek what are you doing? Derek Vinyard: Not right now honey. Nigger, you just fucked with the wrong bull. You should've learned your lesson on the fuckin' basketball court. But you fuckin' monkey's never get the message. My father gave me that truck motherfucker! You ever shoot at fireman? You come here and shoot at my family? I'm gonna teach you a real lesson now motherfucker. Put your fuckin' mouth on the curb. Lawrence: Come on man. Derek Vinyard: I said: Put your mouth on the curb! [lawrence bites onto the curb] Danny Vinyard: Derek, no! Derek Vinyard: Thats it! Now say good night. [Derek stomps Lawrence's head into the curb] [singing] My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling at the zoo, / We've washed ourselves in niggers blood and all the mongrels too, / We've taken down the zog machine Jew by Jew by Jew, / The white man marches on! You made the fat kid a little nervous. He thinks the joint messed with your mind. Derek Vinyard: It did. Danny Vinyard: I'm sorry, Derek. I'm sorry that happened to you. Derek Vinyard: I'm not. I'm lucky. I feel lucky because it's wrong, Danny. It's wrong and it was eating me up, it was going to kill me. And I kept asking myself all the time, how did I buy into this shit? It was because I was pissed off, and nothing I ever did ever took that feeling away. I killed two guys, Danny, I killed them. And it didn't make me feel any different. It just got me more lost and I'm tired of being pissed off, Danny. I'm just tired of it. [referring to Dr. Sweeney] He's one of those proud to be nigger guys, I hate those guys. Cameron: Now wait a minute Danny, he's not proud, no he's a manipulative self-righteous Uncle Tom whose trying to make you feel guilty about writing about Adolf Hitler. D'you see this? [Pulls down shirt to reveal huge swastika tattoo on his chest] Derek Vinyard: This means "Not welcome". [writing the beginning of the essay] People look at me and see my brother. Just remember, in here, you the nigga. Not me. | |
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