Danny GloverQuotes

Simon: [as Mack and Simon and their wives and families look at the Grand Canyon] So what do you think?

Mack: I think it's not all bad.

Simon: I've gotta ask you for a favor. Let me go my way here. This truck's my responsibility, and now that the car's hooked up to it, it's my responsibility too.

Rocstar: Do you think I'm stupid? Just answer that question first.

Simon: Look, I don't know nothing about you; you don't know nothing about me. I don't know if you're stupid, or some kind of genius. All I know is that I need to get out of here, and you got the gun. So I'm asking you, for the second time, let me go my way here.

Rocstar: I'm gonna grant you that favor, and I'm gonna expect you to remember it if we ever meet again. But tell me this, are you asking me as a sign of respect, or are you asking because I've got the gun?

Simon: Man, the world ain't supposed to work like this. I mean, maybe you don't know that yet. I'm supposed to be able to do my job without having to ask you if I can. That dude is supposed to be able to wait with his car without you ripping him off. Everything is supposed to be different than it is.

Rocstar: So what's your answer?

Simon: You ain't got the gun, we ain't having this conversation.

Rocstar: That's what I thought: no gun, no respect. That's why I always got the gun.

Simon: [to Mack] You ever been to the Grand Canyon? Its pretty, but that's not the thing of it. You can sit on the edge of that big ol thing and those rocks... the cliffs and rocks are so old... it took so long for that thing to get like that... and it ain't done either! It happens right there while your watching it. Its happening right now as we are sitting here in this ugly town. When you sit on the edge of that thing, you realize what a joke we people really are... what big heads we have thinking that what we do is gonna matter all that much... thinking that our time here means diddly to those rocks. Just a split second we have been here, the whole lot of us. That's a piece of time so small to even get a name. Those rocks are laughing at me right now, me and my worries... Yeah, its real humorous, that Grand Canyon. It's laughing at me right now. You know what I felt like? I felt like a gnat that lands on the ass of a cow chewing his cud on the side of the road that you drive by doing 70 mph.

Mr. Will: [after a tornado] How bad is it?

Moze: Everything's a little bent, but it's still here.

Moze: [whispering to Edna] That ain't the seed you're paying for. He's charging you for grade-A seed, but that's gin-run quality.

W.E. Simmons: Somethin wrong, ma'am?

Edna Spalding: Mr. Simmons, I think maybe you gave us the wrong seed?

W.E. Simmons: Well, so I did. That's just an honest mistake, idn't it, boy? Idn't it, boy?

Moze: Yes, sah.

W.E. Simmons: Now you idiots give Mrs. Spalding the wrong seed. We're lucky her nigger caught it. That's a smart nigger you got there, Mrs. Spalding. He's a credit to his race.

Edna Spalding: We'll start right now!

Mr. Will: Well, you got 30 acres to pick.

Edna Spalding: Frank and Possum can help.

Mr. Will: Well, that's not going to be nearly enough.

Edna Spalding: Then, I'll pick 24 hours a day.

Moze: Did you ever pick cotton? After an hour, the hulls start cuttin your fingers. Then by noon both of your hands is bleedin'. And later on, your fingers start to swell. And after a little more time, they ain't no feelin in your hands whatsoever. And I ain't even speakin about what it does to your knees and I ain't even talkin about what it does to your back. Now, we can't do it. Now, get that through your head. Once and for all, we can't do it. Now, you best stop thinkin about it before you end up killin yourself!

Edna Spalding: Now you listen to me. If we lose this place, then you're goin back to beggin for every single meal. Mr. Will, they're gonna put you in a state home. And I'm gonna lose what's left of my family. I'm not gonna let that happen. I don't care what it takes. I don't care if it kills me. I don't care if it kills you. I'm not gonna give up. And if the two of you do, you can go straight to Hell!

Baltimore Bob: [Lists has just explained Carley's criminal history to Gibson] She's an ex-cheerleader.

Connor: Ex-porn star.

Lists: Ex-actly.

Baltimore Bob: Never did a day's work vertical.

Baltimore Bob: Sometimes I get the feeling that Frank is playing chess... while the rest of us are playing checkers.

Baltimore Bob: [[w:Godzilla|Godzilla] Don't pick a fight with ] cause you think you know how to throw a punch. Sleep on it. You still want Death Race tomorrow... we'll talk.

Baltimore Bob: Death Race is for sociopathic killers. You gotta have gravel in your guts. You have to live for the smell of motor oil and high octane fuel. You gotta love the sound of rubber on asphalt, and the taste of blood in your mouth. And when you go to sleep at night, I mean that deep REM sleep, the sound of bullets whizzing past your head should give you comfort.

Celie: [lunging towards Albert with a knife] I curse you. Until you do right by me, everything you think about is gonna crumble!

Sofia: Don't do it, Miss Celie. Don't trade places with what I been through.

Shug: Come on, Celie, let's go to the car.

Sofia: He ain't worth it, he ain't worth it.

Albert: Who you think you is? You can't curse nobody. Look at you. You're black, you're poor, you're ugly, you're a woman, you're nothing at all!

Celie: Until you do right by me, everything you even think about gonna fail!

Grady: It's been a pleasure meeting all of you. Goodbye.

Shug: Celie is coming with us.

Albert: What?

Shug: Celie is coming with us to Memphis.

Albert: Over my dead body.

Shug: You satisfied? That what you want?

Albert: [to Celie] NOW what's wrong with you?

Celie: You a low down dirty dog, that's what's wrong. Time for me to get away from you and enter into Creation. And your dead body'd be just the welcome mat I need.

Roger Murtaugh: Hey, Riggs!

Martin Riggs: Yo.

Roger Murtaugh: After all we've been through, if you think I'm gonna eat the world's lousiest Christmas turkey by myself, you're crazy.

Martin Riggs: Well, I have news for you, Rog.

Roger Murtaugh: What?

Martin Riggs: I'm not crazy.

Roger Murtaugh: I know.

Martin Riggs: Well, good. Let's eat.

Culprit: [''punches Murtaugh in the mouth''] The shipment, Mr. Murtaugh.

Roger Murtaugh: Go spit!

Martin Riggs: You know they're gonna kill her, don't you?

Roger Murtaugh: Yeah.

Martin Riggs: So, if you want her back, you're gonna have to take her away from them.

Roger Murtaugh: I know.

Martin Riggs: You do this my way. You shoot, you shoot to kill, get as many of them as you can. All you gotta do is just not miss.

Roger Murtaugh: I won't miss.

Martin Riggs: We're gonna get bloody on this one, Rog.

Roger Murtaugh: Are you really crazy... or are you as good as you say you are?

Martin Riggs: You're gonna have to trust me.

Martin Riggs: The guy who shot me! The same Albino jackrabbit son of a bitch who did Hunsacker!

Roger Murtaugh: You sure?

Martin Riggs: Yeah, I'm sure man. I never forget an asshole.

Roger Murtaugh: Listen, sorry about all that shit I was in your face about earlier... you saved my life. Thank you.

Martin Riggs: Oh, I bet that hurt to say.

Roger Murtaugh: [''chuckles''] You'll never know.

Roger Murtaugh: Have you ever met anybody you didn't kill?

Martin Riggs:: Well, I haven't killed you yet.

Roger Murtaugh: Well don't do me no favors!

Roger Murtaugh: [Riggs enters, Murtaugh throws the door shut, but the door swings the other way] GET IN HERE!!

Roger Murtaugh: Okay, clown, no bullshit! You wanna kill yourself?

Martin Riggs: Oh, for Christ-...

Roger Murtaugh: SHUT UP! Yes or no - you wanna die?!

Martin Riggs: Oh, I got the job done! What the hell--

Roger Murtaugh: JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!

Martin Riggs: Well, what do you wanna hear, man?! Do you wanna hear that sometimes I think about eatin a bullet?! HUH!? Well, I do! I even got a special bullet for the occasion with a hollow point, look! Make sure it blows the back of my goddamned head out and do the job right! Every single day I wake up and I think of a reason not to do it! Every single day! You know why I don't do it?! This is gonna make you laugh! You know why I don't do it?! The job! Doin the job! Now that's the reason!

Martin Riggs: You want me to drive?

Roger Murtaugh: No, you're supposed to be suicidal, remember? I'LL drive.

Martin Riggs: Anybody who drives around in this town IS suicidal.

Martin Riggs: What did he mean back there when he said you owed him?

Roger Murtaugh: We served together in 65. la Drang Valley. Saved my life. Took a bayonet in the lungs.

Martin Riggs: That was nice of him.

Martin Riggs: Hey, look friend, let's just cut the shit. Now we both know why I was transferred. Everybody thinks I'm suicidal, in which case, I'm fucked and nobody wants to work with me; or they think I'm faking to draw a psycho pension, in which case, I'm fucked and nobody wants to work with me. Basically, I'm fucked.

Roger Murtaugh: Guess what?

Martin Riggs: What?

Roger Murtaugh: I don't want to work with you!

Martin Riggs: Hey, don't.

Roger Murtaugh: Ain't got no choice! Looks like we both been fucked!

Martin Riggs: Terrific.

Roger Murtaugh: God hates me. That's what it is.

Martin Riggs: Hate Him back; it works for me.

Roger Murtaugh: [''last lines''] I'm too old for this...

Roger Murtaugh: [''when Joshua is panting on the lawn after the title-fight''] Get that shit off my lawn!

Roger Murtaugh: [''aiming his gun at McAlister's oncoming car''] No way you live. No way.

Roger Murtaugh: General McAlister, time for you to die.

Roger Murtaugh: I was driving before you were an itch in your daddy's pants!

Roger Murtaugh: [''repeated line in all four movies''] I'm too old for this shit.

Roger Murtaugh: [''just after Murtaugh prevents Riggs from shooting himself''] You're not trying to draw a psycho pension! You really are crazy!

Garber: [attempts to punch him, but Harrigan restrains him; storms off as police cars arrive at the scene] Harrigan! What the fuck happened in there, huh?! Goddamn it. We came so close!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [smirks to himself] Don't worry, asshole. You'll get another chance.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: It's all right! I'm a cop!

Ruth: I don't think he gives a shit!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [whispering] You are one... ugly mother...

Second Predator: [grabs Mike by the throat; throws him aside] Motherfucker!

Peter Keyes: It's taken us over two weeks to learn his patterns. He comes here every two days to feed. Seems he has a taste for beef.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: I didn't think he was a vegetarian.

Peter Keyes: Well, we've prepared a little trap for this predator.

Peter Keyes: Goddamn, Harrigan! Don't you show up in the damnedest places? Come here, Lieutenant. I got something you might find interesting

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: What is this?

Keyes: [points to ghostly image on pheromone sensor display; to tech; [Predator (film)|Special Forces crew in central America] How many times do I have to tell you? You don't know what you're dealing with! There's your killer. Wonderful, isn't it? Pheromone signature left by his body. These are scent molecules. Punch up three. Ten years ago, one of his kind stalked and eliminated an elite ]. There were two survivors. They indicated that when trapped, the creature activated a self-destruct device that destroyed enough rain forest to cover 300 city blocks. Remarkable weaponry. That's right, Lieutenant. Other-world life-forms.

Harrigan: Huh?

Keyes: A fucking alien. Iwo Jima, Cambodia, Beirut. Drawn by heat and conflict. He's on safari. Lions. The tigers. The bears. Oh, my!

Harrigan: Trophies. That's the game, isn't it, Keyes?

Keyes: You're the lion. This is his jungle.

Tony Pope: Hey, Harrigan! More victims, more mutilations!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [punches him] Fuck you!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [grabbing Keyes and violently pinning him against the wall] Listen, shithead. I don't give a fuck who you really are or what you want with this asshole... because now it's personal, and he's a dead man.

Peter Keyes: The concept of what you're dealing with is way over your head. I'm warning you...

Harrigan: [shoves Keyes back against the wall] You! You don't know what you're dealing with... and I'm warning you: stay the fuck out of my way!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Hey, what the hell's going on here, Heinemann?

Captain Phil Heinemann: Insubordination, disregard for direct orders from a supervising officer! Now get back to your cage at Alvarado!

Harrigan: I'll show you insubordination, you son of a bitch!

Marty Madison: Effie, it is time for you to perform. For the past four months I have been your food, your rent, your support network.

Marty Madison: [Referring to a club in Florida where Curtis has booked the Dreamettes] That place is so white they will not even hire us to wash dishes!

George Knox: Have you played any ball, before, Marvin?

Marvin Vincent Archer: No, never played any ball.

George Knox: [picks up Marvin Vincent Archer; places Marvin Vincent Archer on the Home Plate] Well, this is the perfect time to learn. Come on. Watch the ball and when I say, now, you swing. Just do exactly what I say. Get ready to swing. Now!

Roger: [To Marvin Vincent Archer] Go, Marvin! Run to first base!

George Knox: [to Marvin Vincent Archer] You stay on base and do just what I say.

Marvin Vincent Archer: [to George Knox] OK.

George Knox: [to the other kids] We got runners on first and second.

George Knox: And look who's coming to bat... Babe Ruth.

George Knox: [to Marvin Vincent Archer] Go, Marvin! Run home!

Marvin Vincent Archer: [to George Knox] Run home?

George Knox: [to Marvin Vincent Archer] Run home!

Marvin Vincent Archer: Run home. Run home.

George Knox: [to Marvin Vincent Archer] Hey, Marvin, where you going?

Marvin Vincent Archer: [still running off] Run home, run home, run home.

George Knox: [to Roger] Hey, where is he goin'? And what happened?

Roger: [To George Knox] You told him to run home.

Maggie: [Stands Up] Excuse me. I'd, uh, I'd like to say something on behalf of George Knox.

Hank Murphy: Uh, what's your name? What's your business here?

Maggie: My name is Maggie Nelson. I take care of foster kids. One of these boys is, uh, the child who can see angels. He could stand up right now and tell you exactly what's happened, and I know you'd just laugh at him. But when a professional football player drops to one knee to thank God after making a touchdown, nobody laughs at that. Or when a pitcher crosses himself before going to the mound, nobody laughs at that either. Seems like you're saying it's okay to believe in God, but it's not okay to believe in angels. Now, I thought they were on the same team.

Hank Murphy: Is it your belief, ma'am that, uh, angels play baseball?

Maggie: Since the all-star break, yes.

Maggie: [sits] We all need somebody to watch out for us. Every kid I have ever taken care of has been looking for someone to love: an angel. You've got to have faith. You've got to believe. You've got to look inside yourself. The footprints of an angel are love. And where there is love, miraculous things can happen. I've seen it.

Mel Clark: [standing] I'd also like to say something. I don't know if there are angels out there, other than the twenty-five of us in uniform. But I know, there is one thing I won't do. I won't play for anyone but George Knox. I believe in him.

Triscuitt Messmer: [stands] That goes for me too.

George Knox: [visibly moved and astonished] Thank you...all of you.

Hank Murphy: [all present cheer] Print what you want. George Knox is the manager of the ballclub. And if there are any angels out there, I sure hope they're on our side.

Mel Clark: I've got nothing left.

George Knox: Yeah, you do. You've got one strike left.

George Knox: You've got an angel with you right now... just got here, and he's going to help.

Mel Clark: The kid sees an angel?

George Knox: Yeah, he must. That's the signal.

George Knox: [moved by seeing the crowd] It could happen.

Mel Clark: [After a long pause gives a smile] Okay.

George Knox: [laughs] Go get em for the championship!

George Knox: You know Roger, when I was growing up I never saw very much of my Dad. He couldn't take care of himself. So taking care of me and my brothers was out of the question. I'm not sure the pain that caused ever goes away. But I am sure you can't go through life thinking everyone you meet will one day let you down. Because if you do, a very bad thing will happen. You'll end up like me. I'm going inside.

J.P.: I thought you said you had to be somewhere.

George Knox: I do. Right here.

George Knox: Let's keep the profanity down!

Players: Huh?

George Knox: I mean it! No swearing!

Ray Mitchell: That eliminates all the speech for most of the team.

Mapel: [singing while taking off his baseball team jersey] We are the boys of summer, and it's a big bummer. No matter who we play, we give the game away. Cause we can't win. That would be a sin. We even lose the games before they begin--

George Knox: SAVE IT, MAPEL!

Players: Oh!

Triscuitt Messmer: Bummer.

George Knox: [picks up chair; throws it at a baseball bat rack and the bats go flying all over the whole locker room, as the players duck for cover] One more loss! One more loss which could've been a win! And you call yourselves "professionals"! I have never ever seen a worst group of 25 players! You don't think as a team, you don't play as a team, you don't even lose as a team! You all got your heads so far up your butts, you can't even see the light of day! One more loss and I'll ... and I'll do this ...to each and every one of you!!

Whitt Bass: [bat misses him as he pulls his face back; bat hits him in the head and has a blank look] Oh-ho-hoo!

George Knox: I want you... here in uniform at 9 tomorrow! We're going back to work on fundamentals!!

Norton: Fundamentals!? In the middle of the season!?

Whitt Bass: [still with a blank look] I thought the game had started at 1?

George Knox: It does start at 1, and you're a jackass!

Whitt Bass: [after speaking to George Knox who angrily leaves the locker room while making some angry groaning and moaning, grunting sounds to himself while putting both of his hands above his head] No, I'm a pitcher.

Pablo Garcia: You can be a pitcher and a jackass.

José Martinez: Sí, it's very common.

Whitt Bass: [faintly falls into his locker area while feeling unconscious] Oh!

Ranch Wilder: [on the radio] With another example of his infamous temper, manager George Knox calls time out. He is going to have a word with his pitcher, Frank Gates.

Roger: I don't think it's going to be a happy word.

Ranch: And it looks like Knox is going to take Gates out. Gates doesn't look too, pleased about this.

George Knox: Give me the ball.

Frank Gates: It ain't my fault, you need a new outfield.

George Knox: [louder] You're out of here, GIVE ME THE BALL!!!

Frank Gates: [starts to hand it over; throws it aside and starts to hand his glove over; throws it as well] Do you want the ball? Well, here you go. GO GET IT! Do you want my glove? WELL, GO GET IT. .

Ranch Wilder: [on the radio] Gates has thrown his ball and glove into the stands!

George Knox: [lunges at Gates; they begin fighting with each other] Oh, Go on, get out of here, you're finished Gates.

Ranch Wilder: [on the radio] And now Knox has attacked his own pitcher!

Players: Uh-oh.

Ranch: This is outrageous! George Knox is fighting off his own players.

Roger: [sighs] Surprise, surprise...

George Knox: [Shouting angrily at umpire; Al the Boss Angel arrives and is able to influence the rest of Knox's words. Knox then, as a result, speaks slowly and calmly] You call that a call?! Did you call that a call?! In all my years of baseball, I have never seen such a-- such an astute evaluation of a potentially difficult decision. Masterful call. Oh, have a nice day.

George Knox: There's a thing called "talent". They don't have it.

Roger Murtaugh: They’ve been de-kaffir-nated!

Roger Murtaugh: You're breathing, you're alive, you’re not dead. No, don’t die. You're not dead until I tell I tell you, you got that? You got that, Riggs? You’re not dead until I tell you. You got that, Riggs! You’re not dead until I tell you.

Roger Murtaugh: Of course I'm black. That’s why I wanna go to South Africa. To join up with my oppressed brothers. To take up the struggle against the tyranny of the racist, fascist, white, minority regime!...One man, one vote!...Free South Africa, you dumb son of a bitch!