Doug HutchisonQuotes

Carter: You're the brain, Arch. You got us into this mess. Where do we go from here?

Archie: [''To Carter''] Everybody's panicking for nothing. First of all, you can't go around the school beating up half the kids! The Brothers would shut us down in a minute. That's why I stay away from the strong-arm stuff. Although I will admit, you did a beautiful job on Bollo back there. And it was coming to him! But Bollo's a troublemaker. And he can lie out there in his vomit till Hell freezes over. Nobody's gonna care, cause he's an exception.

Carter: [To the other Vigils] Bollo's an example. Let the word spread about Bollo, we won't have to worry about other kids screwing with us.

Archie: [Gets up and paces for a moment, then turns to Bill.] But that doesn't sell chocolates. You say The Vigils are linked with the sale? Well, then, let's get the goddamn sale over with! Let's sell the chocolates! Because if Renault is becoming some kind of rebel hero because he's not selling, how the hell is he gonna look when everybody is selling- except him?

Carter: How are you gonna get everybody to start selling them?

Archie: Simple. Like all great plans, it has the beauty of simplicity. We make selling chocolates popular. We make it cool to sell the things. We spread the word, we organize! We get the class officers, we get the homeroom officers, we get all the kids with influence. Do or die for Trinity- everybody sells!

Obie: Not everybody is gonna wanna sell fifty boxes, Archie.

Archie: Oh, but they will, Obie. No, no, no no. They will. We will make selling chocolates the thing to do! And the school will love us for it. The Vigils will be able to write their own ticket with the Brothers and Leon. Why do you think I told Leon we'd do this in the first place?

Carter: What about Renault?

Archie: Don't worry about Renault.

Carter: But I worry about him, Arch. I worry about him!

Archie: Let me put it like this. At the end of the sale, Renault will be wishing with all of his heart that he had sold the chocolates. And the school will be glad that he didn't.

Archie: You think you're a big shot, don't you? A big shot.

Frankie: You said it, not me.

Archie: Well, we like big shots, don't we? You see, here, our specialty is turning big shots into little shots.

Frankie: Cut the shit, Archie. You're not impressing anyone.

Archie: [Stares in surprise] What did you say?

Frankie: Hey, guys? I'm not some scared little kid, who pisses his pants because the big, bad Vigils called him to an inquisition.

Frankie: [Chuckles] Hell, you guys couldn't even scare a punk freshman into selling your lousy fuckin ch-

Boy 1: Yeah!

Boy 2: Yeah!

Carter: Get him out of here.

Obie: See you later, Bollo!

Carter: [To Archie] Quiet down. Quiet! Shut up! Sit down.

Archie Costello: The kid who just left the field. The one they wiped out.

Obie Jameson: [Goes through the papers in his notebook] Uh, kid named Renault. Freshman. Ah, here we are. Renault, Jerome, E., son of James R. Pharmacist at Blake's. Birth date... the kid just turned 15. Blah, blah, blah. Oh. His mother just died last spring. Cancer.

Archie: That must be hard. Poor kid. With his mother dead and all. You know what he needs?

Obie: What?

Archie: Therapy.

Obie: Therapy?

Archie: Right. Put him down.

Obie: Jesus, Archie! You saw him out there! He's just a skinny kid. I mean, his mother's barely cold. What're you putting him on the list for?

Archie: Put him down.

Obie: Assignment?

Obie: You running out of ideas?

Archie: Just being artistic. It's an art, you know. Put him down for the chocolates.

Obie: You know what, Archie?

Archie: What?

Obie: Life is sad sometimes.

Archie: Life is shit.

William Parcher: What is that?

Henry Victor: Hmm?

William Parcher: What the hell is that?

Henry Victor: It's a tobacco pouch.

William Parcher: It's ugly as shit.

Henry Victor: Yeah. Come off an Injun. Big buck by the name o Sack-o-Tabacky.

William Parcher: Jesus Christ.

Dobie Spacks: W-What is it?

Henry Victor: Shit, son.

William Parcher: It's a scrotum, Dobie.

Henry Victor: Yeah, well, I'd rather walk in the right direction than ride with my head up my ass.

Henry Victor: You wanna go face an Indian war party on your lonesome? Those blanketheads will peel you like an orange, boy.

Paul: [After John enters his cell for the first time; [help] Percy, they're moving house in the infirmary. Why don't you go see if they could use some ]?

Percy Wetmore: Well, they got all the men they need.

Paul: Why don't you just go and make sure?

Percy: Uh-uh.

Paul: [Percy nods and walks down the Mile; Del grins at him as he walks by, so Percy smacks Del's fingers with a nightstick and makes Del scream in pain] I don't care where you go, Percy, just as long as it's not here at this very moment.

Eduard Delacroix: [crying; [God] ], he busted my finger!

Percy: I wiped that grin off your shit-poke face, didn't I?!

Paul: [Percy looks at him, nods and leaves] Goddamn it, Percy, get the hell off my block!

Percy Wetmore: [[Hell] Adios, Chief. Drop us a card from ]. Let us know if it's hot enough.

Percy Wetmore: Dead man walking, we got a dead man walking here.