Bill PaxtonQuotes

Sgt. Hulka: [''banging the lid against a metal garbage can''] Out of them bunks! We got a full day ahead of us. We're gonna start out with a five-mile run.

Winger: I know that I'm speaking for the entire platoon when I say this run should be postponed until this platoon is better rested.

Sgt. Hulka: Well, I'll tell you what, soldier. Let's make it ten miles. Anymore complaints!?

Oxberger: [angrily grabs and shakes Winger] Thanks a lot Winger!

Soldier: Nice goin’, asshole.

Russell: Making friends fast around here John.

Robbie: [[Judy Garland] * Speaking of ], while Jason realizes she was the inspiration for some of the stories told by Frances.

Robbie: Every little thing would set her off. The drugs probably didn't help. Electroshock therapy probably didn't either. She would fall in love with men, telling them that they were soul-mates, only to have affairs with her co-stars and cheat on every man she ever told she loved. But there's something about her that's just — that's just magic.

Joey Rosselini: You know, Gerald, I've dealt with niggers, kikes, pollacks, chinks, spics. God made it, I've seen it. But you fucking hillbillies, you are the dumbest that I've met!

Gerald Gates: [Spits on him] Go to Hell!

Joey Rosselini: [Takes out gun] You know, Gerald, I gotta hand it to you, you got balls. Stupid as shit, but major balls.

Truman Gates: I'm just trying to make things easier.

Gerald Gates: Bullshit. You're just as bad as Briar. Just smoother.

Neil Baxter: [confronted by Hank Mitchell, who's pointing a pistol] But you're not the cold-blooded type, are you Mr. Mitchell? Looks like we're both going to have an awful lot of explaining to do.

Hank Mitchell: [shoots him dead] Just me.

Lou Chambers: It's the American dream in a goddamn gym bag!

Hank Mitchell: You work for the American dream. You don't steal it.

Lou Chambers: Then this is even better.

Simon: Okay, just ask yourself: What do women really want? You take these bored housewives, married to the same guy for years, they're stuck in a rut, then need some release! Promise of adventure, a hint of danger. I create that for them.

Harry Tasker: So basically, you're lying your ass off the whole time. See, I can't do that.

Simon: What are you, a Boy Scout? No, no, no, think of it as playing a role as fantasy. I mean, you got to work on their dreams. Get them out of their daily suburban grind for a few hours.

Harry: But what about their husbands?

Simon: [laughs] Dickless! I mean, let's face it, if they took care of business, I'd be out of business! You know what I mean?

Harry: [fake laughs] Those idiots!

Elliot Vaughn: Intelligence doesn't threaten me. Stupidity does.

Jeff Tracy: [last lines] Thunderbirds are go!

Jerry Lambert: [noticing footage on a subway public television of himself assaulting Tony Pope] H-Hey, it's me! I look great!

Leona Cantrell: Oh, shut up.

Lambert: [to elderly man recognizing him from the footage] No autographs, Pop.

Leona Cantrell: I have heard about you.

Jerry Lambert: Yeah?

Cantrell: Yeah. Like your last partner got shot.

Lambert: What?

Cantrell: [grabs Jerry's testicles] Well... Try that cowboy shit with me, fucker, and you can kiss these goodbye.

Reporter 1: So, the number 13 doesn't bother you?

Fred Haise: Only if it's a Friday, Phil.

Reporter: Apollo 13, lifting of at thirteen hundred hours and thirteen minutes, and entering the moon's gravity on April 13th.

Jim Lovell: Ken Mattingly's been doing some scientific research regarding that very phenomenon, haven't you, Ken?

Ken Mattingly: Uh, yes, well, I had a black cat walk over a broken mirror under the lunar module ladder. It didn't seem to be a problem.

Fred Haise: We're also considering a letter from a fella who said we oughta take a pig up with us for good luck.

Reporter 1: Does it bother you that the public regards this flight as routine?

Jim Lovell: There's nothing routine about flying to the moon. I can vouch for that. And, uh… I think that an astronaut's last mission, his final flight, that's always going to be very special.

Reporter 2: Why is this your last, Jim?

Jim Lovell: I'm in command of the best ship with the best crew that anybody could ask for, and I'll be walking in a place where there's 400 degrees difference between sunlight and shadow. I can't imagine, uh, ever topping that.

Fred Haise: [passing over the moon after the lost landing] Got to tell you, I had an itch to take this baby down though. Do some prospecting. Damn, we were close.

Fred Haise: We're not gonna have power much longer...the ship's bleeding to death.

Fred Haise: I could eat the ass off a dead rhinoceros.

Caleb Colton: What the fuck is goin on?

Severen: It ain't what's goin on, son. It's what's comin off. Your face. Clean off.

Sarah Colton: Boy, you people sure stay up late.

Severen: We keep odd hours.

Jesse: [about Caleb] He makes a kill tonight! I don't care how you do it. You do it or you're done.

Diamondback: And done means dead without guile. It means you'd be real uncomfortable for a looong, looong time.

Severen: That's your mama talkin', boy.

Mae: Look, I'll take care of him!

Homer: You can't, Mae. I turned you, I taught you.

Mae: Well I turned him and I can teach him!

Severen: [smirking] What's the matter, Homer? You jealous? A little too little to be jealous.

Homer: You have any idea what it's like to be a big man on the inside and have a small body on the outside?

Severen: You have ANY idea what it's like to HEAR about it every NIGHT?

Severen: Hey, Caleb! Fasten your fuckin seatbelt!

Severen: Hey, Caleb! I hate to be an Indian giver, I really do, but you disappointed me. Now you're gonna have to pay. First, you're gonna give me back my spur. Then I'm gonna knock your tonsils out your asshole. What do you think of them apples, huh?

Severen: Howdy. I'm gonna separate your head from your shoulders. Hope you don't mind none.

Severen: [after the bartender shoots Caleb] Hey! You look like forty miles of rough road! Why don't you sit this one out? I'll take it from here.

Severen: [sucking blood off his fingers] It's finger-lickin GOOD!

Morgan Earp: [Last lines; Dies] Remember what I said about dying people seeing a white light? It ain't true! I can't see a damn thing!

Morgan Earp: Look at all the stars. You look up and you think, "God made all this and He remembered to make a little speck like me." It's kind of flattering, really.

William Cage: What day is it?

Master Sergeant Farell: For you? Judgement day.

Master Sergeant Farell: Take care of Private Cage.

Griff: What, all day?

Master Sergeant Farell: Something tells me it won't be nearly that long.

Master Sergeant Farell: I see everyone is having a productive morning. You know, it gives me a swell of pride knowing soldiers of your caliber will be leading the charge tomorrow. Tip of the spear. Edge of the knife. Crack of my ass.

Master Sergeant Farell: Battle is the great redeemer. The fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in.

Jo: Bill?

Bill: Why didn't you tell me?

Jo: Bill, don't!

Joey: Uh, what?

Jonas: [Bill punches Jonas off his hat and slams him against his D.O.T.3 system] And what will soon be the center of all studies- Hey! Hey! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!

Bill: You son-of-a-bitch! What, did you think I wasn't gonna find out?

Jonas: Hey guys, get this loser off of me!

Jonas's team member #1: Alright! Back off! Back off!

Jonas's team member #2: Put your malfunction, man!

Joey: Come on, he's not worth it!

Jonas: What is the matter with you?!

Bill: [Tries to push at Jonas again] You stole my design, you son of a bitch!

Joey: Calm down!

Jonas: [Pushes Bill back] What the hell are you talking about?!

Bill: DOROTHY. You took her, you damn THIEF!

Jonas: [Realizes what Bill is talking about and smiles] Oh, I get it. You wanna take credit for my designs, is that it?

Bill: You're a liar. She was our idea and you know it!

Jonas: Unrealized idea. Unrealized.

Bill: [Tries to attack Jonas again, Jo helps stop it] That thing ain't worth shit!

Jo: Hey! Hey, guys! Bill! Guys! GUYS!!! Oh my guys! Get a grip on yourselves. We both know they'll never get that thing up in the air.

Joey: That's right!

Jonas: Well, let me enlighten you people. This baby has satellite com-link. We've got an onboard pulse Doppler, and we've got NEXRAD real-time. Today, we're gonna make history. So stick around, cause the days of sniffing the dirt are over.

Rabbit: Better than what you sniff.

Bill: We'll see who gets it first, PAL.

Jonas: [Referring to Bill's new weatherman job; Laughs and walks away] Oh, and by the way... I really enjoy your weather reports.

Bill: [Tries to go after Jonas again] JEEZ, YOU SLIME!!! I'm not through with you, yet!

Rabbit: Alright! Alright!

Bill: Come on! Come here! Come on! Come on! Get your hands off of me! Let go of me! OKAY!!!

Sanders: He's a corporate kiss-butt, man!

Jo: [Walks to Bill] I'm sorry. I should've told you.

Bill: [Glaring at Jo] ONE DAY. I'll give you one day. Whether she flies or not, I'm gone.

Bill: Jonas! Son of a bitch!

Melissa: Who is that honey?

Bill: Jonas Miller. He's a nightcrawler. We all started out working in the same lab, but Jonas went out and got some corporate sponsors. He's in it for the money not the science. He has a lot of high tech gadgets, but he's got no instincts, and he doesn't have Dorothy.

Jo: [Jo's truck falls from the sky in the way of Melissa. Melissa screams hysterically, while at the same time able to swerve around it] Where's my truck? There it is.

Bill: Melissa?!

Dusty: Did you just miss that truck? That's AWESOME! That's AWESOME!

Jo: Debris! Dusty, we have debris!

Bill: DEBRIS!!

Jo: RIGHT!!

Bill: What now?!

Jo: [breathlessly] I have no idea!

Preacher: No, that was a good size twister. What was it, an F-3?

Bill: Solid F-2.

Melissa: See, now you've lost me again.

Bill: It's the Fujita Scale. It measures the intensity of a tornado by how much it eats.

Melissa: Eats?

Bill: Destroys.

Lawrence: The one we encountered back there was a strong F-2, F-3 maybe.

Beltzer: Maybe we'll see some F-4's today.

Haynes: That would be sweet!

Bill: 4 is good. 4 will relocate your house very efficiently.

Melissa: [silence falls over the group] Is there an F-5? What would that be like?

Preacher: ...The Finger of God.

Melissa: None of you have ever seen an F-5?

Bill: ...Just one of us.

Melissa: I was just wondering why do you call Billy "The Extreme"?

Dusty: Cause Billy is The Extreme.

Preacher: Bill is most out-of-control sonofabitch in the gang!

Bill: [Gives Jo a look, who smirks back] No, I think I came in 2nd.

Dusty: Oh, I've seen The Extreme in high gear.

Jo: [Leaves to take a shower] You guys need to come up with some new stories. I'm gonna go clean up.

Dusty: So we get this one near Daleton right?

Rabbit: Oh, god.

Dusty: And we are way too close. And Jo's got the vid on it right, she's filming it. And all of the sudden outta nowhere, this shitty lookin green Valiant comes pulling up right in the way.

Beltzer: [points to Bill] And this loser stumbles out of the car, he's got like a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand...

Dusty: He is naked!

Rabbit: He is buck naked.

Beltzer: Naked!

Bill: [laughter] NOT naked! I was not naked!

Beltzer: [whispering into Melissa's ear] He was without apparel.

Bill: Half naked.

Dusty: [laughter] Naked. Ok, so Jo's yelling at him to get out of the way, right? And he just strolls up to the twister, says have a drink', and he chucks the bottle into the twister, and it NEVER hits the ground.

Beltzer: The twister caught it and sucked it right up!

Bill: Honey, this is a tissue full of lies. See, there was another Bill, an evil Bill, and I killed him.

Dusty: I LOVE THIS GUY!

Jo: [After her truck is destroyed, looking over at Bill's truck] Do you have full coverage on that truck?

Bill: Liability only.

Jo: Liability only...Well, it's a very pretty truck.

Melissa: Thank you.

Bill: [Jo looks at him] Don't even think about it. NO WAY.

Jo: Beltzer will tell us if drops near us!

Bill: It's not gonna drop near us, its gonna drop right on us!

Dusty: [realizes a tornado is coming] Jo, Bill, it's coming! It's headed right for us!

Bill: [staring at the nearby tornado with Jo and Mellisa; to everyone nearby] It's already here! Everybody underground now!

Bill: [they scream as they drive through the house and out the other side] I think we're going in! ...Maybe we should get off this road.

Jo: I think you're right.

Jo: [after finding a barn full of sharp instruments] Oh my God, who are these people?!

Bill: I don't think so!

Jo: What're you doing? What're you doing?!

Bill: Look at the updraft, the angle. It's gonna shift its track.

Jo: Are you sure?

Bill: Oh yeah, it's definitely a sidewinder...It'll move left.

Melissa: Is that bad?

Bill: Wasn't there a road back there–?

Jo: [Sees what Bill saw] You're right. Go, go, go, go, go!

Melissa: [Her phone rings. She answers] Hello? Donald, now's not a very good time for me, I'm – okay, put Julia on...

Jonas: Looking good, looking very good. Alright, now about four miles south, hang a right, let's deploy, and we'll be done.

Eddie: Uh, Dr. Miller?

Jonas: [Looks up and sees the tornado's new heading] Shit, shit, IT'S MOVING AWAY! God!

Eddie: [Sees Bill's team down a different road] Looks like they're gonna intercept.

Jonas: [Looks with his binoculars in surprise at where Bill's team is] Dammit, Tony, I thought you told me this thing was gonna stay on the same heading!

Beltzer: [on the radio] Shit. Shit! Hey, are you guys gonna wrap this up pretty soon?

Bill: WHAT?

Beltzer: [obviously sarcastic; clears his throat] Oh, nothing I was just wondering if we were gonna chase this tornado, or just catch the next one.

Bill: SHIT!!

Bill: [steers the car to safety] WHOA!! Damn...

Bill: Hiya, Jo.

Jo: Hey, Bill. I'm happy you found us.

Bill: How're you doing?

Jo: [Briefly looks up at the gathering storm clouds and smiles wide] It's going good. Did you see the sky today?

Bill: Yeah, she's, uh, she's really talking.

Jo: [Tosses some electrical cables to Bill, who only catches them at the last second; [w:National Severe Storms Laboratory|NSSL] Catch. It's the biggest series of storms in 12 years; one lined up right after another. ] says they've never seen anything like it.

Private Hudson: That's it, man. Game over, man. Game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?

Private Hudson: What do you mean "they cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man?! They're animals!

Private Hudson: They're coming outta the walls! They're coming outta the goddamn walls! Let's book!

Private Hudson: We're on the express elevator to hell, going down!

Private Hudson: Yo! Stop your grinnin', and drop your linen! Found em!

Private Hudson: I'm ready, man. Check it out! I am the ultimate badass! State of the badass art! You do not want to fuck with me. Check it out! Hey, Ripley, don't worry. Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you! Check it out. Independently targeting particle-beam phalanx. WHAP! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phase plasma pulse rifles, RPGs. We got sonic, electronic ball-breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks...