gittin all tourettey on the movie sound bites

I watched Brazil again, (director's cut) because it is SO GREAT. I can't stop saying Jim Broadbent's line as the plastic surgeon Dr. Jaffe, after he reveals Mrs. Lowry's new face... and 10 points to whoever can tell me what type of British accent it is (Rik, Adrienne, help me out). I'm dense about those things.

Just me and my little knife! Snip snip, slice slice.... can you believe it?

He says it slowly and self-adoringly, with eyes and lips all glassy and moist. I can't get enough of it.

The other movie I watched recently was On the Waterfront, with Marlon being all methody up in yo ass.

And while the whole "I coulda had class, I coulda been a contenda, I coulda been somebody" line is of course great, I can't stop mangling these lines instead, doing them over and over:

Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night"! My night! I coulda taken Wilson apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palookaville! You was my brother, Charley, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short-end money.

A one-way ticket to Palookaville!