Taxi Driver

Huh? Huh? Faster than you, fucking son of a... Saw you coming you fucking... shitheel. I'm standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It's your move... Don't try it you fuck. You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK.

Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver

trainspotting

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . .

But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life:
 I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons

who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

rainstorm

and now, I'm carrying the world upon my shoulders...

Moulin Rouge

the greatest thing you'll ever learn its just 
to love and be loved in return 

Moulin Rouge, 2001

Isn't it ironic?

it's like meeting the man of my dreams 

 and then meeting his beautiful wife

and isn't it ironic?

(i've got to admit, she really is beautiful)

a thousand rebels ready for a thousand revolutions

rebel rebel

 you've torn your dress

rebel rebel

how could they know?    

Hot tramp, I love you so!

Johnny

is there any remote chance of not loving him?

alice in wonderland

charlie and the chocolate factory

blow

donnie brasco

pirates of the caribbean

 the tourist

what's eating gilbert grape

....

it all comes down to the music in the end

They don't even know what it is to be a fan.

 Y'know? To truly love some silly little piece of music, or

some band, so much that it hurts. 

almost famous

daqueles filmes que quase retratam a vida que eu sonhava ter

across the universe

just my own naked self 

and the stars breathing down

it's beautiful

Dicaprio in "The basketball diaries"