Most of the script from Sexy Beast could make any list of mine. Great use of the C-word.
For example: ****EXTREME LANGUAGE WARNING****
Think I'm stupid?! Thing I'm a fucking cunt?!
You think I'm gonna have that?
Do you think I'll have that?
My fucking ears were burnin' all the way in the fuckin' cab!
Fuckin' on fire!
- What happened? - What happened?
What fuckin' happened?
I'll tell you what fuckin' happened, you tell me, Gal.
Gave me a fucking knock-back you fat fuckin' cunt.
- Problem with the plane? - What?
What did you fuckin' say, cunt? What?
Problem? Fucking problem?
No, mate, no.
No problem with the plane, cunt,
fucking plane was perfect, you're the problem.
You fucking Dr White honkin' jam-rag fucking spunk-bubble!
You keep lookin' at me, I'll put you in the fucking ground!
Dee, take Jackie and Aitch inside.
Yeah.
- Drink? - Yeah, you scheming cunt!
See if the ladies let you try on their panties!
- You fuckin'... - Don...
Shut up! Shut up.
Not this time, Gal. Not this time.
Not this fucking time.
No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No! Not this fucking time. No fucking way, no fucking way!
You made me look a right cunt!
Like a right fucking Mr Confused!
And so on.
Blade Runner is the other obvious one for me (in no particular order):
Roy: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the darkness at Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain. Time to die. (much of the Orion, C-beams stuff here was an ad-lib by Hauer)
Gaff: It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
Roy: Chew, if only you could see what I've seen with your eyes.
Deckard: Leon.
Leon: How old am I?
Deckard: I don't know.
Leon: My birthday is April 10, 2017. How long do I live?
Deckard: Four years.
Leon: More than you. Painful to live in fear, isn't it? Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch.
Deckard: Oh, I agree.
Leon: Wake up! Time to die.
Tyrell: You were made as well as we could make you.
Roy: But not to last.
Tyrell: The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. And you have burned so very very brightly, Roy. Look at you. You're the prodigal son. You're quite a prize!
Roy: I've done questionable things.
Tyrell: Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time.
Roy: Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let you in heaven for.
[Tyrell screams as his eyes are gouged out.]