Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back

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Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back is a 2001 comedy film about two marijuana dealers' attempt to stop a movie about themselves from being made.

Written and directed by Kevin Smith.
Hollywood had it coming(taglines)


  • Holy fuck, is that monkey waving at us? Oh shit, it understood us! Maybe it's some kind of supermonkey. What if there's more supermonkeys up at that lab? [shouts] What if they're creating an army of them? Holy shit. It must be a conspiracy like in the X-Files... Roswell style! This little monkey could be the fuckin' damn dirty ape responsible for the fall of the human race. In this world gone mad, we won't spank the monkey — the monkey will spank us. And after the fall of man, these monkey fucks'll start wearing our clothes and rebuilding the world in their image. Oh, and only those as super-smart as me will be left alive to bitterly cry "You maniacs! Damn yous! Goddamn yous all to hell!"
  • Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,
    Mother mother fuck,
    Mother mother fuck fuck,
    Mother fuck mother fuck,
    Noise, noise, noise.
    1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4,
    Noise, noise, noise.
    Smoking weed, smoking whizz,
    Doing coke, drinking beers,
    Drinking beers, beers, beers,
    Rollin' fatties, smokin' blunts.
    Who smokes the blunts?
    We smoke the blunts!
    Rolling blunts and smoke the b...
  • 15 bucks, little man,
    Put that shit in my hand
    If that money doesn't show
    Then you owe me, owe me, owe
  • Tickets? Since when did they start charging for the bus? Didn't we used to ride that shit to school every morning for free?
  • What the fuck is The Internet?
  • What? I have a wiping problem. I stick those little pieces of paper up my brown eye, and BAM! No shit stains on my undies. What, you don't believe me? Let me show you. Check this shit out. Spread my cheeks so you can see the fucking stink nuggets!
  • All you motherfuckers are gonna pay! You are the ones who are the ball-lickers! We're gonna fuck your mothers while you watch and cry like little, whiny bitches. Once we get to Hollywood and find those Miramax fucks who is making the movie, we're gonna make them eat our shit, then shit out our shit, and then eat their shit that's made up of our shit that we made them eat. Then all you motherfucks are next. Love, Jay and Silent Bob.
  • (While humping Silent Bob) I can't believe I'm gonna get some pussy for stealing the monkey! Stealing the little monkey!
  • (On videotape) I am the master of the C.L.I.T. Remember this fucking face. Whenever you see C.L.I.T., you'll see this fucking face. I make that shit work. It does whatever the fuck I tell it to do. No one rules C.L.I.T. like me. Not this little fuck, none of you little fucks out there. I am the C.L.I.T. commander! Remember that, commander of all C.L.I.T.s! When it comes down to business, this is what I do. I pinch it like this. OOH you little fuck. Then I rub my nose with it.

Silent Bob[edit]

  • [grabs Jay and yells at him] THE SIGN ON THE BACK OF THE CAR SAID "Critters of Hollywood"! YOU DUMB FUCK!
  • Oh, but I think it is. We had a deal with you on the comics, remember, for likeness rights? And as we're not only the artistic basis, but also the character basis for your intellectual property, Bluntman & Chronic when said property was optioned by Miramax Films, you were legally obliged to secure our permission to transfer the concept to another medium. As you failed to do that, Banky... you are in breach of the original contract. Ergo, you find yourself in a very actionable position.


  • Why in God's name would I wanna keep writing about characters whose central preoccupations are weed and dick and fart jokes? I mean, ya gotta grow, man. Don't you ever want anything more for yourself? [gestures to Silent Bob] I know this poor hapless son of a bitch does. I look into his sorry doe eyes and I just, I see a man crying out. He's crying out "When, Lord? When the fuck can your servant ditch this foulmouthed little chucklehead, to whom I am a constant victim of his folly, so much so that it prevents him from ever getting to kiss a girl! Fuck! When, Lord? When? When's gonna be my time?"
  • A Jay and Silent Bob movie? Who would pay to see that? [Holden, Jay, and Silent Bob look out into the audience]
  • It's nights like this, when I miss dating a lesbian...


  • [to a customer who is bending a comic book's spine] It is a comic book, not your dick! Show some respect. Hold it like you'd hold a woman.
  • Here's the pulse, alright, and here's your finger far from the pulse jammed straight up your ass. Say, would you like a chocolate covered pretzel?


  • [trying to compose a protest song] Hey, Mr. Science Guy... don't spray that aerosol in my eye... for... for I... I don't really wanna die. I'm a noble rabbit...


Banky: Stop the movie? Are you crazy?
Jay: All these assholes on the Internet are calling us names because of this fucking stupid movie.
Banky: That's what the Internet is for. Slandering others anonymously. Stopping the flick isn't gonna stop that!

Customer: Are you even supposed to be here today?
Dante: Don't get me started.

[Jay and Silent Bob are in a van called "The Mystery Machine" with the Mystery Inc. gang as Scooby barks twice]
Jay: Zoinks, yo.
Fred Jones: Now we can finally solve the mystery of the hitchhiking ghouls. Pull off their masks and let's see who they really are!
Velma Dinkley: I don't think they are masks.
Daphne Blake: And I don't think that they're hitchhiking girls either.
Velma Dinkley: GHOULS, you fucking moron, not girls. [Daphne looks offended] But I wish they were hitchhiking girls, sexy hitchhiking girls.
Fred Jones: Let's kick 'em out! We've got a mystery to solve!
Shaggy Rogers: The only mystery here is why we take our cues from a dick in the neckerchief!
Fred Jones: [grabs Shaggy by the shirt] Keep it up, beatnik, I'll feed ya to the fucking dog!
Daphne Blake: [covers her ears] I CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS FIGHTING!
Jay: YO! [the gang calms down] Youse guys need to turn those frowns upside down, and I got just the thing for that... we call it... [holds up a Ziploc bag of cigarettes] DOOBIE SNACKS!

Miramax Studios Security Guard Gordon: Echo Base, I've got a 10-07: two unauthorized on the lot. Requesting backup.
Echo Base: [on Gordon's walkie-talkie] I thought that was a 10-82.
Miramax Studios Security Guard Gordon: No, sir. A 10-82 is disappearing a dead hooker from Ben Affleck's trailer.
Echo Base: Oh, that Affleck!

[A group of security guards run onto the set of "Good Will Hunting 2"]
Miramax Studios Security Guard Gordon: Sorry, sirs. Looks like we've got a 10-07 on our hands.
Matt Damon: Jesus, Ben. Again?
Ben Affleck: No, 'cause I wasn't with a hooker today. Ah-ha!

Whillenholly: Fire a warning shot into his bulbous ass.
Sheriff: One rectal breach comin' up.

Justice: Hi, I'm Justice.
Jay: And I'm so fucking yours.
[Justice is repulsed when Jay makes a quick save]
Jay: Oh, hi. I'm Jay and this is my hetero-life-mate, Silent Bob.
Justice: It's nice to meet you.
Jay: Justice, that's a nice name...
[Aside, to Silent Bob]
Jay: Jay and Justice sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g...

[Matt Damon and Ben Affleck on the set of "Good Will Hunting 2"]
Matt Damon: Just take it from "it's a good course".
Ben Affleck: What, so you're the director now?
Matt Damon: Shove it, Bounce boy, and just remember who talked who into this shit. I mean, talking me into Dogma is one thing...
Ben Affleck: Hey, I'm sorry if I dragged you away from whatever gay serial killers who like to ride horses while they play golf touchy-feely picture you're doing this week...
Matt Damon: I take it you haven't seen Forces of Nature?
Ben Affleck: You're like a child! What do I keep telling you? You gotta do the safe picture, then you do the art picture... and sometimes you gotta do the payback picture because your friend says you owe him. [both look at the audience] And then sometimes you gotta go back to the well.
Matt Damon: Yeah, and sometimes you do Reindeer Games.
Ben Affleck: See, that was just mean!

Willenholly: Oh, great. This is the last thing I needed. A bunch of uppity homosexuals shooting their mouths off to liberal media that the Federal Wildlife Marshall office persecutes gays.
Sheriff: Are you fucking crazy? Now they may be gay, but that's not their son, that's the ape!
Willenholly: I think I would recognize an ape if I saw one, okay? And the only thing I do recognize right now, is a political fiasco here, that I'm about to avoid by letting this butt-fucking Brady Bunch go. [on bullhorn] You are free to leave, sirs! And might I add, that's a fine looking boy you're raising.

Tricia Jones: [on "Bluntman and Chronic: The Movie"] Well! That was just another paean to male adolescence and its refusal to grow up.
Alyssa Jones: Yeah, sis. But it was better than "Mallrats". At least Holden had the good sense to leave his name off of it.
Tricia Jones: Why didn't Miramax option his other comic instead. You know, the one about you and him and your "relationship"?
Alyssa Jones: Oh, "Chasing Amy"? That would never work as a movie.


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