Bill NunnQuotes

Grady: In life, there are times to be quiet,and there are times to shut to the fuck up. This is one of those times.

Niagara Falls Mountie: Welcome to Canada.

Bud Boomer: Hold it right there, Canuck!

Niagara Falls Mountie: Who are you?

Bud Boomer: I'm your worst nightmare. I'm a citizen with a constitutional right to bear arms!

Niagara Falls Mountie: Take the pelts. Take whatever you want.

Roy Boy: We don't want your stinking pelts.

Niagara Falls Mountie: Have some fudge. Just leave me alone.

Kabral Jabar: Didn't you hear him? We're your worst nightmare.

Niagara Falls Mountie: My worst nightmare involved a pack of rabid wolves. I was stuck somewhere in the Yukon, and there were tall, skinny rabbits, and they were drinking heavily.

Bud Boomer: Just shut up! We want your prisoner. Now, where is she?

Niagara Falls Mountie: I don't know what you're talking aboot, eh?

Kabral Jabar: Aboot"? It's about! What we're talking about! And enough of that "eh" business! You're gonna learn how to talk right, understand?

Roy Boy: We've got ways of making you pronounce the letter "O".

Bud Boomer: [Kabral cocks his rifle] I want my Honey! Now, get the keys for the cells, now. NOW!

Bud Boomer: All right, Pops, who's in charge?

Pops: Just the two of us, just Ruthie and me.

Kabral Jabar: No other personnel in the whole building?

Ruthie: No, we're the night shift.

Roy Boy: Excuse me, ma'am, there's not another control room?

Ruthie: No, dear. This is it.

Roy Boy: Thank you.

Kabral Jabar: Boomer, maybe we better just go, huh?

Bud Boomer: Stand your ground, soldier!

Kabral Jabar: Oh, brother.

Bud Boomer: Now, let me get this straight. You're telling me that you two are responsible for supplying all the electricity to your entire nation?

Pops: That's about the size of it.

Ruthie: Oh, Dad. Does he ever like to brag.

Bud Boomer: [after a pause, Boomer notices a red switch on the wall] Put those needles down, nice and easy, where I can see them. Spread out! Find the power source for the Mountie Headquarters. I'm going to ask you one more time. Where is the power switch to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police Headquarters? You're going to tell me sooner or later. Now, we can do it my way, which is very nice right now, or we can do it their way, which you're not going to like. You Canadians are so sneaky!

Ruthie: Don't touch that! You'll black out most of Canada!

Bud Boomer: [chuckles; switches the switch off, cutting the power off] Yeah, right. Lady, what do we look like, jerks? Please.

Kabral Jabar: Oh, you screwed up now.

Bud Boomer: [the power is also cut off from various cities of Canada, including Toronto and Ottawa; the guys leave the control room] I'll be the judge of the one who screwed up! All right, let's move out! And you, don't tell anybody we was here! Come on!

Ruthie: You know, I could get to like this.

Pops: Really?

Danny Boodmann: My son grow up to be a lawyer, I swear I'll kill him myself.

Sal: What'd I tell you about that noise?

Buggin Out: What'd I tell you about them pictures?

Sal: What the fuck, are you deaf?

Buggin Out: No! Are you? FUCK YOU! We want some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame now!

Mookie: We're trying to go fucking home! We've been here all fucking day, Buggin Out!

Sal: Turn that jungle music off! We ain't in Africa!

Buggin Out: Why it got to be about jungle music? Why it got to be about Africa? It's about them fucking pictures!

Sal: It's about turning that shit off and getting the fuck out of my place!

Pino: RADIO RAHEEM!

Radio Raheem: Fuck you!

Sal: AND FUCK YOU TOO!

Ahmad: Get in there, Pino!

Radio Raheem: This is music. My music!

Sal: FUCK YOUR MUSIC!

Radio Raheem: Well, turn it off, then.

Vito: Hey, man, get the fuck out of here! We're fucking closed!

Buggin Out: Fuck you! We're closing you guinea bastards for good! For good, motherfucker! Until you get some black people on that motherfucking Wall of Fame!

Sal: You're gonna fucking close me?

Buggin Out: You're goddamn right!

Sal: YOU BLACK COCKSUCKER!! I'LL FUCKING TEAR YOUR FUCKING NIGGER ASS!

Punchy: [Over all the shouting] Oh, we're niggers now?! We niggers now!

Buggin Out: YOU FUCKING WHITE TRASH! I'LL FUCK YOU UP!

Mookie: Sal, put the fucking bat down!

Buggin Out: COME ON, MAN, YOU FUCKING GUINEA TRASH!

Sal: YOU BLACK COCKSUCKER!! YOU NIGGER MOTHERFUCKER!

Radio Raheem: Give me 20 "D" Energizers.

Sonny: 20 "C" Energizers?

Radio Raheem: Not "C", "D".

Sonny: C" Energizers?

Radio Raheem: D", motherfucker, "D". Learn to speak English first, all right?

Kim: How many you say?

Radio Raheem: 20, motherfucker, 20.

Sonny: Motherfuck you.

Radio Raheem: Motherfuck you? You, you all right, man.

Radio Raheem: Let me tell you the story of right hand-left hand. It's a tale of good and evil. Hate: it was with this hand that Cain iced his brother. Love: these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: static. One hand is always fighting the other hand, and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand—Love—is finished. But hold on, stop the presses; the right hand is coming back. Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes now, that's right. Ooh, it's a devastating right and Hate is hurt. He's down. Left-Hand Hate KO-ed by Love.

Harlan: How the fuck do you stay up here? I mean, these people... I go in the store this morning for cigarettes, they got ducks under the counter. What, do they plant these people or do they just grow out of the ground? And they look at me like, hell, I don't know.

Bridget Gregory: [pause] Well, you know, they're not used to seeing guys like you around here, if you know what I mean. Is it true what they say?

Harlan: What?

Bridget Gregory: You know, size?

Harlan: Is it true what they say about white women?

Bridget Gregory: What's that?

Harlan: No ass.

Bridget Gregory: Oh, come on. I was wondering for real. Let me see it.

Harlan: Fuck you. Drive.

Bridget Gregory: I'm sorry.

Harlan: About what?

Bridget Gregory: About your shortcoming.

Harlan: I'm not gonna play this game.

Bridget Gregory: Is that why you carry a big gun?

Harlan: The Freudian mind-fuck isn't gonna work either.

Bridget Gregory: Ooh, touchy. I'm sure your woman is very understanding.

Harlan: Exactly how is it that we end this phase of our relationship?

Bridget Gregory: [pause] By you showing it to me. Come on, let me see it. I've never seen one before. I'll show you my ass.

Harlan: What makes you think I wanna see your bony ass?

Bridget Gregory: Show me.

Harlan: Show me.

Bridget Gregory: I'm driving. You go first.

Harlan: [pause] No, you go first. You'll shut the fuck up if I show you?

Bridget Gregory: I'm sure I'll be too stunned to speak.

Harlan: [he exposes himself] I don't believe this. You're crazy. Shit. Okay, there, you happy?