5) A Christmas Story 1983- Every kids childhood.

4) How The Grinch Stole Christmas (the original cartoon) 1966- Dr. Seuss is a genius.

3) Mr. Krueger's Christmas 1980- Jimmy Stewart. 'Nuff said.

2) It's A Wonderful Life 1946- See #3

1) Elf- BUDDY:

5- The "Kill Someone During A Drunken Night Of Stupidity Then Try To Cover It Up":
ie: "I Know What You Did Last Summer" (all of them) "Sorority Row"
I have found that when I accidentally kill someone due to my own stupidity the police are often more understanding than the guy I thought I killed. That guy is very likely still alive and when he comes back for you, trust me, he will kill you dead. There is no way around it. A life of prison rape and parole boards is better than no life at all right? Do not listen to the prom queen, listen to the virtuous book worm because she is right. Turn yourselves in. It is much better than the alternative.
Remember what I said earlier about monologues being the things we can't bring ourselves to say? This is the epitome of the "confrontation monologue". When Brando speaks these words he sounds like a real person. It is something that someone might actually say. There is so much feeling behind these words, so much emotion. I can't help but be pulled in because of the honesty in his voice. Not for one second of this monologue is he Marlon Brando. He is Terry. He is an inner city bum. My heart breaks for him. The words do not feel scripted. He is just having a conversation with his brother. I love the imperfections of this monologue and I love the the performance. It is a near perfect monologue. If you don't believe me just think, how many times have you heard the words, "I coulda been a contender."
3-Ewan McGregor, Trainspotting (1996): "Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments, choose a starter home, choose your friends. Choose leisure-wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite and higher purchase and a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you've spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future, choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life, I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons! Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?'
Why is it so good? Anyone who has seen "Train Spotting" more than once can repeat at least one line from this monologue. The words are easily recognized on T-shirts and bumper stickers. The reason it is universally loved, the reason it is so quotable, is because it makes living without responsibility look like the most fun anyone could possibly have. Seeing a young Ewan Mcgegor being chased through the streets by a couple of cops in his oh-so nineties attire while his monologue is playing as a voice over makes me want to jack TVs. The first time around this monologue might seem like nothing special. However, after watching the film from start to finish, the next time you hear the words "Choose life" you may find yourself leaning forward in your chair, hanging on to every word of Renton's (Ewan Mcgregor) enthralling, self-destructive mantra.
2- American Beauty: I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time....for me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout Camp, watching falling stars...and yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our street...Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper...and the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird. And Janie...and Janie. And... Carolyn. I guess I could be really pissed off about what happened to me...but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst...and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry...You will someday.
I struggled to put my feelings into words for this monologue. I didn't know where to start, but I remembered a conversation I had with my oldest sister a couple weeks ago. Instead of going off on my usual rant I just want tell write about it.
Summer and I were discussing that fact that we had never argued about anything in all of my 22 years of life. We dove into politics, art, ideas, anything that might spark some sort of altercation. There were differences of opinion. I am slightly liberal, she is more conservative. I tend to be a follower of dark cult classics while she enjoys foreign films about food. However, there was no knock down, drag-out, honest-to-goodness argument. Why? It is not only because she is my sister and I love her. The deeper reason is because we have a mutual love of life. We as human beings have the ability to create beautiful art, to enjoy culture, and to have unique thoughts and ideas. But what is the point if we can't share them freely? I want to hear what introspections my sister has and I want her to hear mine. I want to show her things that I love and I want to experience what she loves. I want to hear, see, feel and taste all of the beauty in the world and I want to do it unbridled by anger or fear. I want to learn french, play the banjo, see something that has no explanation, hear music I've never heard before, and acknowledge views that aren't my own. Most of all, I want to see life from another perspective and recognize that it is beautiful. I desire nothing more than to have a life free from anger, hate, and fear. I desire completely peaceful happiness. Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by my desires that "my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst...and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain". The reason I love this monologue is because every time I hear it I am touched by another's love of life.
1-Samuel L Jackson, Pulp Fiction (1994): The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.