<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->And pants films, I would. Where I was taken to, brothers, was like no sinny I ever pantsed before. I was bound up in a straitjacket and my gulliver was strapped to a headrest with like wires running away from it. Then they clamped like lidlocks on my eyes so that I could not shut them no matter how hard I tried. It seemed a bit crazy to me, but I let them get on with what they wanted to get on with. If I was to be a free young malchick again in a fortnight's time, I would put up with much in the meantime, O my brothers. So far, the first film was a very good, professional piece of sinny, like it was done in Hollywood. The sounds were real horrorshow. You could slooshy the screams and moans very realistic, and you could even get the heavy breathing and panting of the tolchocking malchicks at the same time. And then, what do you know, soon our dear old friend, the red, red vino on tap, the same in all places like it's put out by the same big firm, began to flow. It was beautiful. It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you pants them on the screen. Now all the time I was watching this, I was beginning to get very aware of like not feeling all that well, and this I put down to all the rich food and vitamins, but I tried to forget this, concentrating on the next film which jumped right away on a young devotchka who was being given the old in-out, in-out first by one malchick, then another, then another...When it came to the sixth or seventh malchick, leering and smecking and then going into it, I began to feel really sick. But I could not shut my glazzies. And even if I tried to move my glazz-balls about, I still could not get out of the line of fire of this picture.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Well, here's another nice pants you've gotten me into
Laurel and Hardy
I just want to say one word to you - just one word.... 'pants'
The Graduate
Pants, for lack of a better word, is good. pants is right. pants works. pants clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Pants, in all of its forms."
<!--QuoteBegin-Winnar+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Winnar)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Of all the pants in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Below are several panstified quotes from the same film. But how many quotes did you need to guess which one? Answers on a postcard to:
this thread <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-Round 2+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Round 2)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><span style='color:#031D1F'>- The first passage will allow the demon to manifest itself in the pants. - Why the hell would we want to do that?<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--></span>
<!--QuoteBegin-Round 3+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Round 3)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><span style='color:#031D1F'>- I'm fine... I'm fine... - I don't think so. We just cut up our pants with a chainsaw. Does that sound "fine"? <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--></span>
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Let the heathens spill theirs on the dusty ground. God shall make them pay for each pants that can't be found.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
SidCorwid of the FreeJoin Date: 2003-01-28Member: 12903Members, Constellation
<!--QuoteBegin-Nemesis Zero+Jan 25 2005, 04:24 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Nemesis Zero @ Jan 25 2005, 04:24 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> BTW, you all know the rule: No spamthreads. So, please, either talk to each other, or face mod wrath. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> BTW, you all know the rule: No spamthreads. So, please, either talk to each other, or face mod <b>pants</b>.
NilIQ wins so far, for his quote actually making grammatical sense and being hillarious <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<span style='font-size:6pt;line-height:100%'>well I've done my bit. On with the <s>spam</s>pants...</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->These pants cannot be crewed by two men. You'll never make it out of the bay!<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Some assembly requied for this next one <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->"Who <i>makes</i> all these?" "I do. And I practise with them every day." "You need to find yourself a girl."<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->We're men. We're men in pants. We roam around the forest looking for [uh...] ants<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Uh-uh, I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinkin, "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum - the most powerful pants in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question, do I feel lucky. Well, do ya punk?<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin-Nemesis Zero+Jan 25 2005, 02:24 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Nemesis Zero @ Jan 25 2005, 02:24 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> BTW, you all know the rule: No spamthreads. So, please, either talk to each other, or face mod wrath. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> BTW, you all know the rule: No pants. So, please, either talk to each other, or face mod wrath.
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->"You fool. No pants can kill me. Die now." "I am no pants!"<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->"I could help a bit, I could carry it, share the pants..." "GET AWAY!" "I don't want to keep it. I just want to help.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
The fact that your pants have "Replica" printed down the side of them, and my pants have "Desert Eagle, Point Five Zero" should precipitate your pants into shrinking, along with your prescence.
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"begun, the pants war has"
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->And pants films, I would. Where I was taken to, brothers, was like no sinny I ever pantsed before. I was bound up in a straitjacket and my gulliver was strapped to a headrest with like wires running away from it. Then they clamped like lidlocks on my eyes so that I could not shut them no matter how hard I tried. It seemed a bit crazy to me, but I let them get on with what they wanted to get on with. If I was to be a free young malchick again in a fortnight's time, I would put up with much in the meantime, O my brothers. So far, the first film was a very good, professional piece of sinny, like it was done in Hollywood. The sounds were real horrorshow. You could slooshy the screams and moans very realistic, and you could even get the heavy breathing and panting of the tolchocking malchicks at the same time. And then, what do you know, soon our dear old friend, the red, red vino on tap, the same in all places like it's put out by the same big firm, began to flow. It was beautiful. It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you pants them on the screen. Now all the time I was watching this, I was beginning to get very aware of like not feeling all that well, and this I put down to all the rich food and vitamins, but I tried to forget this, concentrating on the next film which jumped right away on a young devotchka who was being given the old in-out, in-out first by one malchick, then another, then another...When it came to the sixth or seventh malchick, leering and smecking and then going into it, I began to feel really sick. But I could not shut my glazzies. And even if I tried to move my glazz-balls about, I still could not get out of the line of fire of this picture.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
You rule my friend. Nadsat pants.
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
A Clockwork Pants?
WINNAR.
Anyhoo...
If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pants.
How can you have any pants if you don't eat your meat?
Pink Floyd, The Wall, or whatever that movie was.
I love the smell of Pants in the morning. The smell, you know that gasoline smell. Smells like victory.
-Apocalypse Now
And in the end you wind up dyin' all alone on some dusty street. For what? For a pair of pants. It's all for nothin', Will. It's all for nothin.
-High Noon
Of all the pants in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
-Casablanca
I think that's enough sacrilege for one day.
EDIT: Also, owned by AYH.
Describe in single words.
Only the good things that comes into your mind.
About your pants.
-My pants? Let me tell you about my pants!
BAM!
"Good, bad, i'm the guy with the pants."
Don't throw, those bloody pants, at me.
Michael Caine ftw.
Laurel and Hardy
I just want to say one word to you - just one word.... 'pants'
The Graduate
Pants, for lack of a better word, is good. pants is right. pants works. pants clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Pants, in all of its forms."
Wall Street
2nd RULE: You DO NOT talk about PANTS CLUB.
3rd RULE: If someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out the pants is over.
4th RULE: Only two guys to a pants.
5th RULE: One pants at a time.
6th RULE: No shirts, no shoes.
7th RULE: Pants will go on as long as they have to.
8th RULE: If this is your first night at PANTS CLUB, you HAVE to pants.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Hey...have you ever had a pants that didn't go off?"
"Uh, yeah, what, a dud? Creez, you sure you okay?"
Below are several panstified quotes from the same film. But how many quotes did you need to guess which one? Answers on a postcard to:
this thread <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-Round 1+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Round 1)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><span style='color:#031D1F'>Pantsy!<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--></span>
<!--QuoteBegin-Round 2+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Round 2)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><span style='color:#031D1F'>- The first passage will allow the demon to manifest itself in the pants.
- Why the hell would we want to do that?<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--></span>
<!--QuoteBegin-Round 3+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Round 3)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><span style='color:#031D1F'>- I'm fine... I'm fine...
- I don't think so. We just cut up our pants with a chainsaw. Does that sound "fine"?
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--></span>
<!--QuoteBegin-Round 4+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Round 4)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><span style='color:#031D1F'>- I'll swallow your pants!! I'll swallow your pants!!
- Swallow this!<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--></span>
on the dusty ground.
God shall make them pay
for each pants that can't be found.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
BTW, you all know the rule: No spamthreads. So, please, either talk to each other, or face mod <b>pants</b>.
<span style='font-size:6pt;line-height:100%'>well I've done my bit. On with the <s>spam</s>pants...</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><i>"Comandeer"</i>. We're going to comandeer <i>those</i> pants. Nautical term.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->These pants cannot be crewed by two men. You'll never make it out of the bay!<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Some assembly requied for this next one <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->"Who <i>makes</i> all these?"
"I do. And I practise with them every day."
"You need to find yourself a girl."<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->We're men. We're men in pants. We roam around the forest looking for [uh...] ants<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
BTW, you all know the rule: No pants. So, please, either talk to each other, or face mod wrath.
"Well, yes. At least well enough for my own people. But we have no songs for great pants and evil times..."
"And why should your songs be unfit for my pants? Come, sing me a song."<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->
Pants, Merry, pants for our friends.
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->"You fool. No pants can kill me. Die now."
"I am no pants!"<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->"I could help a bit, I could carry it, share the pants..."
"GET AWAY!"
"I don't want to keep it. I just want to help.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
lol this is cool.
Now, pants off.
-Sn atch.