The Boondock Saints. Much like Kill Bill the whole movie is a diatribe. The movie doesn’t have so much as dialougue, but more like a continuous collection of people yelling verbosely.
I chose Rocco. He is in a quandry that he seems to be the only person who truly liked his junkie girlfriend’s cat, accidentally kills it, and the fact that people keep bringing it up drives him to just lose it. I think a true diatribe should be all in one moment. But this happens over 3 time frames.
Rocco: Fucking… What the fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking… How did you two fucking fucks…
[shouts]
Rocco: fuck!
Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
Rocco: They can suck my pathetic little dick, and I’ll dip my nuts in marinara sauce just so those fat bastards can get a taste of home while they’re at it. (Slams fist on table which sets off the gun as well as killing the cat, splattering it all over the wall)
[after Rocco accidentally turns a cat into a splatter on the wall]
Murphy: I can’t believe that just fucking happened!
Rocco: Is it dead?
[after Rocco accidently kills his girlfriend's cat]
Connor: Donna’s gonna be angry about her cat.
Rocco: Fuck, she’s on every drug known to man. She’d have sold the thing for a dime-bag. Screw her.
[laughs]
Rocco: I do kinda feel like an asshole, though.
Connor: Yeah, Roc, you sound real remorseful there.
[Rocco has killed Donna's cat]
Rocco: I killed your cat, you druggie bitch.
Donna: What? Why?
Rocco: I thought it would bring closure to our relationship.
Donna: You killed my… my…
Rocco: [putting a gun to his head] Your what? I’ll shoot myself in the head if you can tell me that fucking cat’s name! Your what? Your precious, little…
Donna: Skippy! Skippy!
Rocco: Aw, Jesus! What color was it, bitch?
Rayve: Don’t you yell at her you fucking prick!
Rocco: Shut your fat-ass, Rayvie! I can’t go buy a pack of smokes without runnin’ into nine guys you’ve fucked!
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