Christopher WalkenQuotes

Captain Koons: [To young Butch; [Vietnam War|that Hanoi pit of hell; Sits down, holds up a gold wristwatch with no band; [World War I|First World War; [W:Knoxville, Tennessee|Knoxville, Tennessee; [Paris; [World War II] Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in ] together over five years. Hopefully, you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your dad were for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it'd been me who'd - not made it, Major Coolidge would be talking right now to my son Jim. The way it turned out, I'm talking to you. Butch. I got somethin for ya. This watch I got here was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the ]. It was bought in a little general store in ]. Made by the first company to ever make wristwatches. Up til then, people just carried pocket watches. It was bought by Private Doughboy Erine Coolidge on the day he set sail for ]. This was your great-grandfather's war watch and he wore it every day he was in that war, and when he'd done his duty, went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off, put it in an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed until your granddad, Dane Coolidge, was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it ].

Reed Thimple: [laughs] And since that day, I've been plotting my revenge waiting for the day I'd destroy the place that brought me misery. Well, that day...is TONIGHT!!!

Reed Thimple: This is not over! Bears!

Reed Thimple: Do you like the sound of crunching wood? I do.

Reed Thimple: [after destroying a model of Country Bear Hall] Oh no, Country Bear Hall has been crushed!

J-Man: Don't hassle me about crumbs, man. Because I am on the edge of the edge.

Adam Webber: Dad, I don't know how to tell you this and I was gonna wait for a while to do it, but... Dad, there was no bomb. A plane crashed in our backyard. I looked it up in old newspapers.

Calvin Webber: You sure?

Adam: [[w:Dissolution_of_the_Soviet_Union|Soviet Union collapsed; [Cold War|Cold War's] Positive. The ] without a shot being fired. The ] over.

Calvin: That's what everybody believes?

Adam: Yes, sir. It's true.

Calvin: [[w:Politburo_of_the_Communist_Party_of_the_Soviet_Union|Politburo] What, the ] one day say "we give up"?

Adam: Yes. That's kind of how it was.

Calvin: [finally realizes that World War III didn't come to pass] Uh-huh. My gosh, those Commies are brilliant! You've got to hand it to em! "No, we didn't drop any bombs! Oh yes, our evil empire has collapsed! Poor, poor us!" I bet they've even asked the West for aid! Right?

Adam: Um, I think they did.

Calvin: Son, stay out of the adult bookstore.

Adam: How come?

Calvin: Poison gas is in there.

Transvestite hooker: Got a light, honey?

Calvin: Were you a victim of the blast?

Transvestite hooker: Honey, I have been a victim of the blast, the clap, you name it. As the song goes, a country boy can survive.

Calvin: Did you say you were a country boy?

Transvestite hooker: Cute little old man, if you want a boy I can be a boy. If you want a girl I can be a girl.

Calvin: [horrified to what he thinks is a mutant; gets inside adult bookstore; scream heard offscreen] No thank you, good day. AAAUGH!

Calvin: These are stock certificates. They denote ownership in a company.

Adam: Those look pretty. May I see them?

Calvin: Sure. They are yours. Your mother and I bought these for you before you were born to give you some money to help you out in your adult years. Unfortunately, they are all worthless now.

Michael: [to Ben] Ben, Ben. Family. Family. Family.

Ben: What?

Michael: Family. Family.... Family comes first.

Ben: [sobbing] Family comes first.

Michael: Honeymoon. Honeymoon.

Ben: [to his wife; consoles with her] Honeymoon. I love you.

Michael: Samantha. Samantha. I didn't make 200, but I love you.

Samantha: I love you.

Michael: [flips him off but he signifies an okay sign, indicating he's made peace with him. He holds Donna's hand] Bill, Bill, Bill. I'm sorry.

Morty: [shows note stating "Will you still love me in the morning?"] Michael. The note you wrote her, in your pocket.

Donna: [sadly] Forever and ever, babe.

Morty: [kneels; Michael dies peacefully with Donna holding his hand, and Ben sobbing over Michael's dead body] It's time to go.

Doctor: Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Newman, you have a baby girl!

Gertrude: A girl? No wait, this is a baby boy!

Theodore: A boy? I have a son!

Gertrude: I can see why you made a mistake doctor, it has such a tiny schmeckel!

Morty: She must have some kind of super vision. Neither the doctor nor I could have identified something that small.

Vincenzo Coccotti: Frankie, tell Luca to go outside and do you know what. Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?

Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you?

Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?

Clifford: I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.

Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the "How full of shit am I?" question you've been asking yourself.

Greg Stillson: Who are you, you son of a bitch? Who sent you?! HUH?!

Johnny Smith: It's over...you're finished.

Greg Stillson: [Realizes what he means, angrily turns to Sonny] Where's that kid with the camera?! He was taking pictures!

Sonny Elliman: [disgusted at Stillson] I didn't see him.

Greg Stillson: YOU ASSHOLE!

Johnny Smith: What about my question, Sam?

Dr. Sam Weizak: Huh? Oh, you mean the one about Hitler.

Johnny Smith: What would you do?

Dr. Sam Weizak: I don't like the sound of this, John. What are you getting at?

Johnny Smith: What would you do? Would you kill him?

Dr. Sam Weizak: [lifting drink] All right. All right, I'll give you an answer. Uh, I'm a man of medicine. I'm expected to save lives and ease suffering, and I, I love people. Therefore, I would have no choice but to kill the son of a bitch.

Johnny Smith: [sits back down] You'd never get away alive.

Dr. Sam Weizak: [lifting drink] It doesn't matter. I would kill him. Nasdrovia. Skol.

Johnny Smith: [[Hitler] If you could go back in time to Germany, before ] came to power, knowing what you know now, would you kill him?

Dr. Sam Weizak: Is that why you sent for me, to ask me this, uh... this question?

Johnny Smith: I've been tutoring this boy named Stuart. In the vision, I saw him drown. But that's not the point. In the vision, something was missing.

Dr. Sam Weizak: How - how do you mean?

Johnny Smith: It was like... a blank spot, a dead zone.

Dr. Sam Weizak: First of all, tell me, did the boy, in fact, drown?

Johnny Smith: His father wanted him to play hockey. I talked him out of it. The boy's alive.

Dr. Sam Weizak: Ah. Yes. Don't you see how clear it is? Not only can you see the future, you can...

Johnny Smith: I can change it.

Dr. Sam Weizak: You can change it, exactly. Here. Yes, John. That is your... your "dead zone." The possibility of... of altering the outcome of your premonitions. It's fascinating. Let me make a note.

Johnny Smith: Your father says there's something wrong with you, he wants me to bring you out of your shell. I don't know what to do.

Chris Stuart: You don't have to do anything. It's my dad that lives in a shell, not me.

Johnny Smith: How'd you find me? My father?

Dr. Sam Weizak: I stopped off to see him, and he told me you moved to a new town. He's worried about you. And so am I.

Johnny Smith: There's nothing to worry about. I'm taking care of myself. It's about time I started doing that.

Dr. Sam Weizak: I'm still your doctor, John. You're still under my care. We have to stay in touch.

Johnny Smith: Well...

Dr. Sam Weizak: [indicating his gunshot wound] How's the, uh...? All healed up now?

Johnny Smith: The bullet went right through me. It's nothing.

Dr. Sam Weizak: [He looks around] Good. Nice place you have here.

Johnny Smith: [He displays a closet filled with letters and packages] It's home... Let me show you something, Sam. My father passes these on to me. They're from people with lost family members, lost pets, lost friends, lost possessions... and lost lives.

Dr. Sam Weizak: You haven't opened any of them.

Johnny Smith: I don't need to. They all want the same things: reassurance, comfort, guidance, encouragement... things which aren't mine to give them.

Johnny Smith: [touching the mother of a serial killer] You knew? Didn't you?

Henrietta Dodd: You... you're a devil, sent from Hell!

Sheriff Bannerman: I guess I've come to you with what you could call a proposal, John. Uh, it has to do with these murders we've been having. The Castle Rock Killer. I'm sure you've heard of him.

Johnny Smith: Sure.

Sheriff Bannerman: I don't know whether it's true or not, uh, John, about these... psychic powers of yours. But if it is true, John, I could use your help.

Herb Smith: [he trails off seeing Johnny's look] John, maybe you should give him, uh...

Sheriff Bannerman: Take a minute to think about it. But bear in mind some decent young women from homes just like this met with terrible, terrible deaths. Now, I'm at my wits end. I've exhausted about every conventional method of approach to this situation. I've come up with nothing. I feel you can help me, John.

Johnny Smith: You made a mistake.

Sheriff Bannerman: Mmm. I was sorry to hear about your mother's death, John, Mr. Smith. I understand she was a good woman. Christian woman. I'm not a religious man myself, I'm sorry to say. But I will say this. If God has seen fit to bless you with this gift, you should use it.

Sarah Bracknell: Please don't look at me like that.

Johnny Smith: What am I gonna do? For you, five years have come and gone. For me, it's just about the next day. My feelings haven't changed yet.

Sarah Bracknell: Oh, Johnny. Why did it have to happen like this?

Johnny Smith: Bad luck.

Johnny Smith: I keep thinking about a line from a book. It's "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"; the last thing I gave my class to read before... the accident. Ichabod Crane disappears.; the line goes: "As he was a bachelor, and in nobody's debt, nobody troubled their head about him anymore.

Sarah Bracknell: Is that what you feel?

Johnny Smith: That's what I want. It's what I want.

Sarah Bracknell: You're looking good.

Johnny Smith: Yeah, it's called the coma diet - lose weight while you sleep.

Johnny Smith: Bless me"? Do you know what God did for me? He threw an 18-wheeled truck at me and bounced me into nowhere for five years! When I woke up, my girl was gone, my job was gone, my legs are just about useless... Blessed me? God's been a real sport to me!

Max Shreck: Ingenious costume, let me guess. Trust-fund goody-goody.

Bruce Wayne: Feeling good, huh? Yeah, well, you almost made a monster of the Mayor of Gotham City.

Shreck: I am the light of this city...and I am its mean, twisted soul. Does it matter who's Mayor?

Wayne: It does to me.

Shreck: Yawn.

Mark Heiss: [''After a particularly unpleasant day of filming the bounty hunters' reality TV show, to Ian Ziering and Brian Austin Green, the hosts''] This is going to jump-start your careers!

Mark Heiss: [[w:The WB|the WB] You tell Domino Harvey that nobody messes with Mark Heiss! Nobody messes with ]!

Gabriel: This war is mine!

Lucifer: Your war is arrogance. That makes it evil. That's mine.

Gabriel: [defiantly] Lucifer. Sitting in your basement. Sulking over your break up with the boss. You're nothing.

Lucifer: [Tears out Gabriel's heart, killing him] Time to come home, Gabriel.

Thomas Daggett: If you wanted to prove your side was right, Gabriel, so badly, why didn't you just ask Him? Why didn't you ask God?

Gabriel: [sadly] Because... He doesn't talk to me any more.

Catherine: Go to Hell!

Gabriel: Heaven, darling. Heaven. At least get the zip code right.

Catherine: It's all the same to you, isn't it?

Gabriel: No. In Heaven, we believe in love.

Catherine: What do you love, Gabriel?

Gabriel: Cracking your skull.

Gabriel: Eternity here in that sagging skin suit, or one more day with me.

Rachael: [miserably] Why?

Gabriel: Can't drive. But I can wait. Until stars burn out if you don't make up your mind.

Simon: I'm so tired of this war.

Gabriel: Reject the lie, Simon. Join us! Help us make it like it was before the monkeys. You remember? We cast out Lucifer's army, you and I. We threw their rebel thrones from the wall.

Simon: They wanted to be gods.

Gabriel: I don't wanna be a god, Simon. I just wanna make it like it was, before the lie. When He loved us best.

Gabriel: Study your math, kids. Key to the universe!

Gabriel: Do you know how you got that dent, in your top lip? Way back, before you were born, I told you a secret, then I put my finger there and I said "Shhhhh!

Gabriel: I'm an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls, and from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why.

Beck: [speaking into a walkie talkie] Mr. Hatcher, are you out there?

Hatcher: [presses reply button] What can I do for you, Mr. Beck?

Beck: I have no desire to fight with you or your men. For that reason you have two options. Option A, you leave the Gato and the girl, and you walk out of town no questions asked.

Hatcher: What's option B?

Beck: Option B? I make you.

Beck: [slowly shakes head] Wrong choice.

Hatcher: Lock down the town.

Hatcher: That's a lot of cows.

Hatcher: You're dead already. You just don't know it.

Hatcher: I suppose now we have a conversation where you enlighten me. How many more of you are out there? Enlighten me. Where are the rest of your compadres? Enlighten me.

Hatcher: I feel like a little boy who's lost his first tooth, put it under his pillow, waiting for the tooth-fairy to come. Only two evil burglars have crept in my window, and snatched it, before she could get here... Wait a second, do you understand the CONCEPT of the tooth-fairy? Explain it to them... Wait. She takes the god damned thing, and gives you a quarter. They've got my tooth. I want it back.

Hatcher: Where you see Hell, I see a spellbinding sense of purpose. I see the value of keeping your eye on the ball. When a bride slips the ring on her finger, when a businessman lays his hands on a Rolex, when a rapper gets a shiny new tooth, this is that cost, Mr. Beck, my horror for their beauty, my Hell for their little slice of Heaven. Somebody's gotta keep his eye on the ball. That somebody is me, Mr. Beck. I am down here every day, keeping my eye on the ball. That's just a simple fact of life. And if you're bold enough to face that cold hard fact... you can make a lot of money.

Jennifer: I thought people like you didn't believe in the legal process.

Frank White: I thought people like me were the legal process.

Frank White: How come you never came to see me?

Jump: Who wanted to see you in a cage, man?

Dennis Gilley: I heard a rumor about you.

Frank White: What's that?

Dennis Gilley: I heard you got AIDS getting dicked up your ass in prison. That's what I heard.

Frank White: I thought about you every time I jerked off, dickhead.

Jump: He's a fucking glitter-boy! He's looking to get sprayed, laid, played, and slayed. You know what I'm saying?

Frank White: I heard that.

Jump: Yo, congratulations, Frank. Congratulations, man. Them Columbian motherfuckers, they took permanent vacation in hell, if you know what I mean.

Frank White: Well, I must've been away too long because my feelings are dead. I feel no remorse.

Frank White: When the D.A's office investigated the sudden death of Arty Clay, they found that he left a $13 million estate. How do you explain that? There there's Larry Wong, who owned half of Chinatown when he passed away. Larry used to rent his tenements to Asian refuges, his own people, for $800 a month to share a single toilet on the same floor. How bout King Tito? He had thirteen-year-old girls hooking for him on the street. Those guys are dead because I don't want to make money that way. Emil Zappa, the Mata brothers, they're dead because they were running this city into the ground.

Roy Bishop: You expected to get away with killing all these people?

Frank White: I spent half my life in prison. I never got away with anything, and I never killed anybody that didn't deserve it.

Roy Bishop: Who made you judge and jury?

Frank White: Well, it's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it.

Ariane: What can we expect from the "reformed" Frank White?

Frank White: I'm gonna run for mayor!

Frank White: How's the family?

Pete Hamill: Better then when you left. They're all working. My son is back from college. What about you?

Frank White: Back from the dead!

Frank White: You think ambushing me in some nightclub's gonna stop what makes people take drugs? This country spends $100 billion a year on getting high, and it's not because of me. All that time I was wasting in jail, it just got worse. I'm not your problem. I'm just a businessman.

Frank White: From now on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved. No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in. You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it's my turn.

Chief Geologist WG Howe: What have they done?

Max Zorin: [switches pistols with May Day] You discharged her, so she and her accomplice came here to kill you. Then they set fire to the office, to conceal the crime but they were trapped in the elevator and perished in the flames.

Howe: But that means I would have to be...

Zorin: [shoots him; Jenny Flex appears at a nearby door. to Bond] Dead! That's rather neat, don't you think?

James Bond: Brilliant. I'm almost speechless with admiration.

Zorin: Intuitive improvisation is the secret of genius.

Bond: Herr Doktor Mortner would be proud of his creation.

May Day: [In Zorin's dirigible looking at San Francisco] Wow! What a view...

Max Zorin: ...to a kill!

James Bond: My department knows I'm here. When I don't report, they'll retaliate.

Max Zorin: If you're the best they've got, they're more likely to try and cover up your embarrassing incompetence.

Bond: Don't count on it, Zorin.

Zorin: [laughs] Ha ha, you amuse me, Mr. Bond.

Bond: It's not mutual.

Max Zorin: [the morning after Bond sleeps with May Day] You slept well?

James Bond: A little restless but I got off eventually.

Max Zorin: [after one of the businessmen he convened falls to his death] So, does anyone else want to drop out?

Max Zorin: [addressing businessmen aboard his Skyship 6000; throws microchips onto the table, which splits up and out comes a model of a familiar city] Gentlemen. For centuries alchemists tried to make gold from base metals. Today, we make microchips from silicon, which is common sand, but far better than gold. Now, for several years, we had a profitable partnership, you as manufacturers, while I acquired and passed on to you industrial information that made you competitive, successful. We are now on the unique position to form an international cartel to control not only production, but distribution of these microchips. There is one obstacle... Silicon Valley, near San Francisco.