Jon FavreauQuotes

Jon Favreau
Birthday
October 19th, 1966
From
Queens, New York City, New York, USA
Actor

Made - Clearing Up Misunderstandings Among Friends

Ricky: We're gonna take a break from you, Jimmy.
Bobby: Could you not do that?
Ricky: Do what?
Bobby: I don't want him to think that you're blowing me back here.

Made - Clear Instructions on Communication Protocol

Max: [midst of instructions for NY trip] Yes, for expenses and such. Now, you'll be contacted on your pager as to where you should go. You each have been given an extra battery, so there is absolutely no excuse as to why a page would not be immediately returned. Am I making myself abundantly clear?
Bobby: Yeah.
Ricky: Yeah.
Max: You will not carry any other pagers with you. You will not carry anything, for that matter, that I have not just given you.
Ricky: Keys.
Max: What?
Ricky: What about my keys?
Max: You can carry your keys. You will not mention my name or imply that you are in my employ. You will not speak to anyone while you are working. When you are not working, you are considered to be on call and available twenty four hours a day. This means you will not get drunk or do anything that will prevent you from operating in a professional manner. There is already a number in your pager's memory. It is a car service. When they ask you what account, you will respond: Cardiff Giant. They will pick you up and take you anywhere you need to go. In other words, there is no reason why you should not reach any destination that you will be called upon to reach within fifteen minutes. Do you see a pattern forming?
Ricky: Yes.
Bobby: Yes.
Max: What is it?
Bobby: You want...
Max: Not you. I want Ricky to answer.
Ricky: I get it.
Max: Tell me.
Ricky: Don't worry. I get it.
Max: So tell me how it is.
Ricky: [stop in mid sentence] You want... Why are you picking on?
Max: Because you lost my fucking carpet cleaning van and I don't like you. You cocksucker!

Made - Debating Where to Spend Time Together

Ricky: I don't know why we don't get a drink, sittin inside this place.
Bobby: Chloe wanted to come here.
Ricky: She doesn't know where the hell she is, Bob. She'd have more fun if we were at Bordner's. She could play the trivia game that she likes or the little racing game thing she does .
Bobby: She's a little girl, little girls don't like going to bars.
Ricky: We had fun. We went to bars when we were kids. Met all the different people. Right? Remember Slimmy?
Salesperson: Excuse me sir, there's no smoking in here.
Ricky: Why, you serving food?
Salesperson: No, it's store policy. And you can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic.
Ricky: You believe this shit. I can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic. Well, why don't you bring me a ashtray then. Can I color me that, a ceramic ashtray?

Made - Debate on the Necessity of Guns

Ricky: We need guns.
Bobby: We don't need guns.
Ricky: I'm telling you man, I'm pretty sure we need guns.
Bobby: I listened to them and they specifically said we don't need guns.
Ricky: That's all the more reason why you do need a gun.
Bobby: You couldn't even get a gun.
Ricky: You wanna bet, you wanna bet me if I could get a gun?
Bobby: You couldn't get a hand job from the bridge and tunnel posse.
Ricky: That's because that fuckin girl had issues with the bathtub and the other thing. Now float me a hundred bucks.
Bobby: For what?
Ricky: You wanna see how fast I can get a gun?
Bobby: What happened to your money?
Ricky: I have it, I have some stuff left.
Bobby: How much?
Ricky: I've got like 80.
Bobby: $80!
Ricky: 80 plus five, I've got five in the room, $85.
Bobby: $85, what happened to the 1500?
Ricky: Well you could have picked up a fuckin tab once in a while!
Bobby: I picked up half the fuckin tab!

Made - Tension Builds Amidst Financial Stakes

Ricky: Here's scenario B for you Bob, see how you feel about this one. Now I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I think I'm starting to get under Ruiz's skin as well, OK? It all started with the whole Red Dragon, or the Welsh guy, whatever, they can play it down all they want but you know 200 grand's a lot of fucking money! It's a fucking lot of money! OK? 200 grand is definitely a lot of fucking money! And now I've got Ruiz calling me fucking Fruit-Pie the fucking magician! Tellin me that I can't fucking call my main man Max, who fucking sent me out on the fucking operation? And what about the Welsh guy? He's fucking scat all over, they fucking disappear and talk! And you haven't noticed this either but when he's not fucking looking at me or you're fucking doing whatever, I've got fucking Jimmy in the mirror with his shit too. It's fucking coming at me from here, I don't know where it is! It might be coming this way, it might be coming that way, but the fucking shit's coming and I'm not gonna be late for the fucking dance man, I'm not gonna be fucking late for the dance on this one.
Bobby: You're not getting a gun.

Wimbledon - The Importance of Communication in Tennis

Ron Roth: [[w:David Letterman|Letterman; [w:Jay Leno|Leno; [w:Oprah Winfrey|Oprah] Call ], call ], call ].

Wimbledon - Balancing loyalties in sports and family

Ron Roth: I really don't care who wins, I represent both players It's like asking which of my kids do I love more. Which of my kids do I love more? My daughter speak to you later.

Wimbledon - Missing sandwich in a cucumber order

Ron Roth: So that's cucumber cucumber and cucumber, they forgot to put the sandwich in my sandwich.

PCU - Moment of Realization in PCU

Gutter: I... I didn't exhale?

PCU - A Quick Hit Before Leaving

Gutter: Just one hit, then I gotta go.

PCU - Advice on Substance Use and Focus

Gutter: Mersh, you gotta lay off the pipe man. Clinton is playing right here!

Swingers - Preference for Scotch in a Bar

Mike Peters: I'll have a scotch on the rocks, please. Any scotch will do, as long as it's not a blend, of course. Single malt, Glen Livet, Glen Galley, perhaps, any Glen.

Rudy - Engagement Announcement and a Lighthearted Moment

D-Bob: Remember Elza? She's my girl now. We're engaged. Ain't that goddamn something?
Elza: Dennis!
D-Bob: Oh yeah, I ain't allowed to say "goddamn" no more.