Jeffrey Falcon Quotes

Buddy Who are you?

Death Death.

Buddy Cool!

Buddy What are you lookin at? You look up at the sky, you look down on the ground, but you don't look at me, kid. Got it?

Ward Cleaver You ever try a pink golf ball, Wally? Why, the wind shear alone on a pink golf ball can take the head clean off a 90-pound midget at over 300 yards.

Buddy So, you don't have a ratchet.

Head Pin Pal If I were you, I'd run.

Buddy If you were me, you'd be good-lookin'.

Buddy Float away, little butterfly. Just flutter away. I got a gig in Vegas. And the wastelands ain't no place for kids.

Buddy Don't touch my guitar, man. Don't ever touch my guitar.

Cantina owner Hollow body six-string, 1957, a good year.

Buddy I wonder where I could trade the kid for a ratchet?

Buddy You still there? Cross that line, kid, I'll cut your little teddy bear in half. Last kid that crossed that line, I had to summon up the Spinach Monster with my rock n roll magic. The Spinach Monster grabbed him, pulled him underground and made him eat spinach all day. Rumor has it, kid... he's still there.

The Kid A 56 Chevy Belair could kick a 48 Buick Roadmaster's ass any day, at least in a first quarter mile that is.

Buddy You come all this way out saying squat and now you're trying to tell me that a 56 Chevy could beat a 48 Buick in a dead quarter mile? I liked you better when you weren't saying squat kid... Go to bed.