Adam DriverQuotes

Joe Bang: Well, hello. I guess someone grew up. What's your name again, little Logan?

Mellie Logan: Mellie.

Joe Bang: Mellie! Mellie, Mellie, Mellie. That rhymes with... smelly. Nice.

Clyde Logan: Shut up.

Clyde Logan: A real bank vault?

Jimmy Logan: Yeah. It's a tough one, too. I looked it up on the Google.

Clyde Logan: You sucked my arm off!

Lev Shapiro: Just because you bought dinner doesn't mean I'm gonna sleep with you.

Frances: I'm not trying to sleep with you.

Lev Shapiro: No, I was pretending to be a liberated woman.

Ron Stallworth: [answering a phone call from Duke] Mr. Duke, I'm so sorry we didn't get to spend more one-on-one time together.

David Duke: Well, that was a just a tragedy. I had just met those heroic brothers in the cause.

Flip Zimmerman: Heroic.

Ron Stallworth: Yeah. And the chapter is just shaken at the core.

David Duke: Oh.

Ron Stallworth: Yeah. And poor Connie, right? I mean, not only does she lose her husband, but...

Flip Zimmerman: Poor Connie.

Jimmy Creek: Connie's going away.

Flip Zimmerman: We feel bad for Connie.

Ron Stallworth: [continuing] ... she's looking at serious prison time.

David Duke: My God. And then there was that nigger detective. Basically...

Ron Stallworth: [to the other officers, trying not to laugh; to Duke] Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Shut up, shut up. Those goddamn coloreds they sure know how to spoil a celebration.

Jimmy Creek: [to Flip] Hey, you're getting me in trouble.

David Duke: [to Ron] Christ, you can say that again.

Ron Stallworth: Those goddamn coloreds sure know how to spoil a celebration. Can I ask you a question, sir?

David Duke: Shoot.

Ron Stallworth: That nigger detective, did you ever did you ever get his name?

David Duke: No. I don't think I...

Ron Stallworth: Are-uh you sure you don't know who he is? Are-uh you absolutely sure? Cause that nigga, coon, gator bait, spade, spook, Sambo, spear-chucking jungle bunny, Mississippi wind chime...

Flip Zimmerman: Wind chime?

Ron Stallworth: [continuing; Ron slams the phone back on the register as his coworkers laugh, high-five him, and pat him on the back.] ... detective is Ron Stallworth, you racist, peckerwood, redneck, inch worm, needle-dick motherfucker! I'll be here all week.

Flip Zimmerman: For you it's a crusade. For me it's a job.

Ron Stallworth: You're Jewish. They hate you. Doesn't that piss you off? Why are you acting like you don't got skin in the game?

Ron Stallworth: [asking Flip to help take a photo of him with David and another Klansman] Can you take this picture of us, please?

Flip Zimmerman: All right, don't touch me.

Ron Stallworth: Great. All right, all right, thank you so much. Thank you. Here we go. One, two, three!

David Duke: Jesus H. Christ! What did you just do, boy? I mean, what the hell did you just do?

Ron Stallworth: Sir, if you lay a finger on me, I'll arrest your ass for assaulting a police officer. That's worth about five years in prison. Try me. See if I'm playing.

David Duke: Why don't you come down to Louisiana sometime? See how we play.

Flip Zimmerman: Boy, you better get your nigger ass out of here now.

Ron Stallworth: Mm-hmm, America first.

Voicemail: You've reached the Colorado Springs chapter of the Ku Klux Klan. Please leave a message, and God bless White America.

Ron Stallworth: [After the beep sounds] Hello, this is Ron Stallworth calling. I saw your advertisement in the Colorado Springs Gazette. I'm interested in receiving some reading material from you. My phone number is 103-9994. I'm very much looking forward to you returning my call.

Walter Breachway: Yeah, who's this?

Ron Stallworth: Ron Stallworth here.

Walter Breachway: This is Walter, returning your call...from the organization.

Ron Stallworth: The organization?

Walter Breachway: That's right. We appreciate your interest. What's your story?

Ron Stallworth: Well, since you asked...since you asked, I hate niggers. I hate Jews. Spics and micks. Dagos and Chinks. But my mouth to God's ears, I really hate those nigger rats, and anyone else really that doesn't have pure white Aryan blood running through their veins! My sister, Pamela, she was just recently accosted by one of those black coons.

Walter Breachway: Is that so?

Ron Stallworth: Yeah. Every time I think about that black baboon putting his filthy black hands on her purest white, driven snow body. I mean pure, Walter! She's a saint, she's an angel! It makes me want to puke!

Walter Breachway: You are just the kind of guy that we are looking for. Listen, uh, when can you meet?

Ron Stallworth: How about Friday night, after I get off work?

Walter Breachway: Well, that's a deal, buddy boy, we'll get right back to you with the details. Take care now.

Ron Stallworth: [He hangs up.] God bless white America.

Flip Zimmerman: Did I just hear you use your real name?

Ron Stallworth: Oh, motherfucker.

Jimmy Creek: Yeah, motherfucker, amateur hour.

Flip Zimmerman: That's your real name, right? Is it, is it Ron Stallworth, right? Isn't that his real name?

Jimmy Creek: I can't believe he just said that.

Flip Zimmerman: [He turns away slowly as the other officers in the room continue laughing.] Well, good luck, Ron, with your new redneck friends.

Mills: You and I are going to get home.

Koa: Home. Family.

Mills: Ready?

Mills: We need to be quiet.

Koa: Quiet.

Mills: And move.

Mills: There's something alien out there.

Mills: The atmosphere is breathable.

Mills: We've crash-landed on an uncharted celestial body. I don't know where we are. I've located one survivor. A child.

Mills: Charter 373. This is Commander Mills. My ship was hit by an undocumented asteroid, transporting thirty-five passengers, on a long-range exploratory mission. Send help.

Henry Barber: [not noticing the blood] Dad, are you OK?

Charlie Barber: [lying] Yeah, I'm just tired.

Henry Barber: Dad, did she like us?

Charlie Barber: [exhausted] Yeah, she thought we were great.

Nicole Barber: You shouldn't have fired Bert!

Charlie Barber: [smugly] I needed my own asshole.

Nicole Barber: You should've considered my happiness too.

Charlie Barber: Come on, you were happy. You've just decided that you weren't now.

Nicole Barber: Anyway, shall we try this?

Charlie Barber: [pause] OK. I don't know how to start.

Nicole Barber: Do you understand why I want to stay in LA?

Charlie Barber: No.

Nicole Barber: Well, that's not-Charlie, that's not a useful way for us to start...

Charlie Barber: I don't understand it.

Nicole Barber: You don't remember promising that we could do time out there?

Charlie Barber: We discussed things. We were married, we said things. We talked about moving to Europe, about getting a sideboard or what do you call it, a credenza, to fill that empty space behind the couch. We never did any of it.

Charlie Barber: We didn't have a deal; it was something we discussed.

Nora Fanshaw: So it's a deal when it's something you want. And a discussion when Nicole wants it?

Nicole Barber: [while arguing with Charlie] You're being so much like your father.

Charlie Barber: Do not compare me to my father!

Nicole Barber: I didn't compare you to him. I said you were acting like him.

Charlie Barber: You're exactly like your mother. Everything you were complaining about her, you're doing. You're suffocating Henry.

Nicole Barber: First of all, I-I love my mother. She was a wonderful mother.

Charlie Barber: I'm just repeating what you told me.

Nicole Barber: Secondly, how dare you compare my mothering to my mother! I may be like my father, but I am not like my mother!

Charlie Barber: You are! And you're like my father! You're also like my mother! You're all the bad things about all of these people! But mostly your mother. When we would lie in bed together, sometimes I would look at you and see her, and just feel so gross.

Nicole Barber: I felt repulsed when you touched me!

Charlie Barber: You're a slob. I made all the beds, closed all the cabinets, picked up after you like an infant!

Nicole Barber: [under] The thought of having sex with you makes me wanna peel my skin off.

Charlie Barber: You'll never be happy. In LA or anywhere! You'll think you found some better, opposite guy than me, and in a few years, you'll rebel against him, because you need to have your voice. But you don't want a voice! You just want to fucking complain about not having a voice!

Nicole Barber: I think about being married to you and that woman is a stranger to me! I mean, we had a... child's marriage...

Charlie Barber: You've regressed. You've gone back to your life before you met me. It's pathetic.

Nicole Barber: People used to tell me that you were too selfish to be a great artist. And I used to defend you! They were absolutely right!

Charlie Barber: All your best acting is behind you. You're back to being a HACK!

Nicole Barber: You gaslighted me! You're a fucking villain!

Charlie Barber: You wanna present yourself as a victim because it's a good legal strategy? Fine. But you and I both know you chose this life! You wanted it until you didn't! You used me so you could get out of LA.

Nicole Barber: I didn't use you.

Charlie Barber: You did, and then you blamed me for it. You always made me aware of what I was doing wrong, how I was falling short! Life with you was joyless!

Nicole Barber: What, so then you had to go and fuck someone else?!

Charlie Barber: [referring to Mary Ann] You shouldn't be upset that I fucked her, you should be upset that I had a laugh with her!

Nicole Barber: Do you love her?!

Charlie Barber: No! But she didn't hate me. You hated me!

Nicole Barber: You hated me. You fucked somebody we worked with.

Charlie Barber: You stopped having sex with me in the last year! I never cheated on you!

Nicole Barber: That was cheating on me!

Charlie Barber: But there's so much I could've done! I was a director in my twenties, who came from nothing and was suddenly on the cover of fuckin Time Out New York! I was hot shit, and I wanted to fuck everybody and I didn't! And I loved you and I didn't wanna lose you! But I'm in my twenties! And I didn’t wanna lose that too, and I kinda did! And you wanted so much so fast! I didn't even want to get married, and... FUCK IT! There's so much I didn't do!

Nicole Barber: [chuckles sarcastically] Well, thanks for that!

Charlie Barber: You're welcome!

Nicole Barber: I can't believe I have to know you FOREVER!

Charlie Barber: [punches the wall in a rage] You're fuckin insane! AND YOU'RE FUCKING WINNING!

Nicole Barber: Are you kidding me?? I wanted to be married! I'd already lost! You didn't love me as much as I loved you!

Charlie Barber: [pause; Nicole stares at him, incredulous] What does that have to do with LA? What??

Nicole Barber: You're so... merged with your own selfishness, you don't even identify it as selfishness anymore! You're such a DICK!

Charlie Barber: EVERY DAY I WAKE UP AND I HOPE YOU'RE DEAD! Dead, like, if I could guarantee Henry would be okay, I'd hope you get an illness, AND THEN GET HIT BY A CAR AND DIE!

Charlie Barber: [through tears] I'm sorry...

Nicole Barber: [comforting him] Me too.

Bert Spitz: You know what this is like? This is like that joke about the woman at the hairdresser, she's going to Rome. You know this?

Charlie Barber: I don't.

Bert Spitz: This woman is at her hairdresser, and she says, "I'm going to Rome on Holiday." And he says, "Oh, really? What airline are you taking?" She says, "Alitalia." He says, "Alitalia? Are you crazy? That's the worst – that's terrible. Don't take that. Where you gonna stay?" She says, "I'm gonna stay at the Hassler." "The Hassler? What, are you kidding? They're renovating the Hassler. You'll hear hammering all night long. You won't sleep. What are you gonna see?" She says, "I think I'm gonna try to go the Vatican." "The Vatican? You'll be standing in line all day long. You'll never get to see anything.

Charlie Barber: [annoyed] I'm sorry, Bert, am I paying for this joke?

Charlie Barber: Will we go to court?

Bert Spitz: No. No, we don't want to go to court. Courts in California are a disaster, and that's just how we have to think about it. I'm not sure these are my glasses. Where are you living while you're out here?

Charlie Barber: I'm in a hotel right now.

Bert Spitz: A hotel doesn't look good.

Charlie Barber: To who?

Bert Spitz: The court.

Charlie Barber: [confused and a bit worried] Y-You just said we weren't going to go to court.

Bert Spitz: [explaining it better] No, of course. Of course. We have to prepare to go to court hoping we don't go to court.

Charlie Barber: [Reading Nicole's letter to Henry] I fell in love with him two seconds after I saw him. And I'll never stop loving him, even though it doesn't make sense anymore.

Supreme Leader Snoke: [to General Hux] Tied on a string indeed, General Hux. Well done. The Resistance will soon be in our grasp.

Hux: [leaves the throne room] Thank you, Supreme Leader.

Snoke: [to Kylo Ren] You wonder why I keep a rabid cur in such a place of power? A cur's weakness, properly manipulated, can be a sharp tool. How's your wound?

Kylo Ren: [through damaged vocabulator] It's nothing.

Snoke: Hmm. The mighty Kylo Ren. When I found you, I saw what all masters live to see: Raw, untamed power... and beyond that, something truly special. The potential of your bloodline. A new Vader. Now, I fear I was mistaken.

Ren: I've given everything I have to you... to the dark side.

Snoke: [referring to Ren's helmet; Ren takes off his helmet, revealing his bandaged facial scar] Take that ridiculous thing off. Yes... there it is. You have too much of your father's heart in you, young Solo.

Ren: I killed Han Solo. When the moment came, I didn't hesitate.

Snoke: [Ren tries to attack Snoke, but he blasts Force lightning into the ground which ricochets into Ren, blasting him back; the Praetorian guards draw their weapons in response] And look at you, the deed split your spirit to the bone. You were unbalanced, bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber! YOU FAILED!!!!! Skywalker lives! The seed of the Jedi Order lives. As long as he does... hope lives in the galaxy. I thought you would be the one to snuff it out. Alas, you're no Vader. You're just a child... in a mask.