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Quotes of Movie: 48 Hrs. [1982]
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Reggie: Not a very popular place with the brothers. Jack: My kinda place. I always did like country boys. They're sure as hell gonna love you. Reggie: Man, you loaded here. What the fuck's this? Redneck: Tax refund! Reggie: Bullshit! You're too fuckin' stupid to have a job! Jack: So, how was it? Reggie: I'm not goin' in for all that macho shit, Jack. I was great. Should have my dick bronzed. This your car, man? Jack: Yeah. Reggie: Looks like you bought this off one of the brothers. | |
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Jack: This sucks! A maniac gets ahold of my gun and runs all over the streets killin' people with it. So, instead of bein' where I oughta be, home in bed with my gal givin' her the high hard one, I'm out here doin' THIS shit: roamin' around the streets with an overdressed, charcoal-colored loser like you. Reggie: Look, man, if you don't like it, why don't you just leave? I can take care of Ganz by myself, all right? Jack: Heh, don't make me laugh. You can't take care of shit. You been dickin' me around since we started this turd hunt! The only thing you're good for is GAMES. So far, what I got outta you is nothin'! Reggie: Yeah, well, I'm real impressed with you too, man. It takes a real-skilled cop to kick in the bedroom door of a couple of dykes! Jack: Luther knows more and he told me and so do you. I wanna know what the fuck this is all about! I gave you 48 hours to come up with somethin' and the clock's runnin'! Reggie: Yeah, well, maybe I don't like the way you asked me, all right? Jack: Who GIVES a goddamn what YOU like? You're just a crook on a weekend pass! You're not even a goddamn NAME anymore! You're just a spearchucker with a number stencilled on the back of his prison fatigues! And I'm through fuckin' around. You tell me the truth or you're gonna get the living shit beat outta you. Reggie: Oh, you're gonna kick MY ass now? I think you lost your mind, Cates. Just put your gun back in your holster and get in the car and let's go. I'm serious. I'm not in the mood and I'm just gonna end up fuckin' you up out here and it's gonna be an embarrassment to you and the police force. Jack: Let me explain one thing to you, nigger: I fight DIRTY! [punches Reggie; the two start fist-fighting] Fuckin' bastard. Jack: That I am. You know, if you let me come over to your place once in a while you could put on a clean shirt in the morning. Jack: What makes you think I got any clean shirts in my place? I've been in prison for three years. My dick gets hard if the wind blows. You said bullshit and experience is all it takes, right? Jack: Right. Reggie: Come on in and experience some of my bullshit. You start running a respectable business and I won't have to come in here and hassle you every night. You know what I mean? [to the bar patrons] Reggie: And I want the rest of you cowboys to know something, there's a new sheriff in town. And his name is Reggie Hammond. So yÂ’all be cool. Right on. Jack... Tell me a story. Jack: Fuck you! Reggie: Oh, that's one of my favorites. You gonna write my life story? Jack: Not likely, Reggie. Tell me who this is. [shows Reggie a photo of a guy with a bullet in his head] Reggie: That's Henry Wong, old friend of mine. He's looked BETTER. Look, man. I been in this goddamn cell for two and a half years and I'm getting out in six months. I ain't doing nothing to fuck myself up. But if you came here to find out something from me: You've come to the wrong person, 'Cause I don't FUCK my old friends over, man! Jack: That's too bad, Reggie. I thought maybe you were a smart boy. But I guess if you were real smart: you wouldn't be a convict. I guess a raider like you would be no match like Ganz. Reggie: Ganz? Jack: Right. Reggie: Ganz is gonna be here two years after I get out. What are you smiling at, watermelon? Your big move just turned out to be shit. Have fun. Reggie: I'm gonna have *sex*, Jack. Class isn't something you buy. Look at you, you've got on a 500-dollar suit and you're still a low-life. Reggie: Yeah, but I look good. You switch from an armed robber to a pimp, you're all set. Reggie: a-HA, HA... hooo! I'm through fucking around. You tell me the truth or you'll get the living shit beat outta you. Reggie: You're gonna kick my ass now? You're crazy. Let's get in the car, all right? I'm serious. I'm not in the mood. I'll just end up fucking you up and it'll be an embarrassment to you and the police force. Jack: Let me explain one thing to you, Nigger. I FIGHT DIRTY! Tell me where Ganz is. Luther: Ganz? I haven't seen him for years. Jack: Look, asshole, you just took a shot at me. I think you know something. Luther: Yeah? Well, who gives a FUCK what you think? Ganz: Hey, cop! Come here! I got something for you! [Jack comes out] Jack: You're not gonna make it. Ganz: What are you talkin' about? I got your gun! I got the money! I got everything! Reggie: Take aim, man, and blow his fucking brains out! Ganz: Bullshit! He ain't gonna try it! Right, cop? [Jack shoots Ganz, throwing him off Reggie] Reggie: Are you crazy, man? I was just bluffing! What kind of cop are you? Reggie: You know what I am? I'm your worst fuckin' nightmare, man. I'm a nigger with a badge which means I got permission to kick your fuckin' ass whenever I feel like it! [looking at where Jack just shot him] I don't believe it... *I* got shot! Jack: [stone faced] You're done, end of story... All right, where's the goddamn car? Reggie: Be cool man, the car is parked. Jack: For three years? [shouts] Jack: Bullshit! Reggie: Bullshit? I'll let you in on a little secret, Jack... you just passed it! You know speaking of moaning, my stomach is starting to growl. We better go get something to eat. Jack: We eat when I say we eat! Reggie: Now that's bullshit, that's the last straw, all right? I want some food now. If you don't like it, you can take me to the penitentiary and kiss my hungry black ass goodbye all right? You took me out here, you've been treating me like shit when we first left and I want some food in a nice place, nice atmosphere with some good people and... Jack: [interrupts] Okay, hold it. I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat. I know a place. All right? Reggie: All right let's go. Jack: All right. Reggie: I want some mandolins and some violins. Jack: [buys a chocolate bar from a vending machine] There's ya' goddamn dinner! [at the garage where Reggie's car has been stored] I'm here to pick up my car. Garage Attendant: Name? Luther: Hammond... Reggie Hammond. Garage Attendant: [looks at the ticket stub] This ticket's three years old! Luther: Yeah... I've been BUSY! Jack: I need a car. How about loaning me a couple thousand when you get out? Reggie: What kind of car do you want? Jack: A convertible. I'm a rag top man. Reggie: [pause] Deal. Jack: Good. But even if you do give me the money for a car don't mean shit. If I ever hear that you're crossing the line, I'll bust your ass. Reggie: Now Jack, the both of us know that I'm gonna be an honest man from now on. Right? Jack: Good. Reggie: But if I *did* decide to be a thief, what makes you think you can catch me? Jack: [pause] Can I have my lighter back, Reggie? Reggie: [laughs] | |
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