Kirk Baltz

Kirk Baltz Biography

William Kirk Baltz (born September 14, 1959) is an American actor. He is best known for his role as the police officer Marvin Nash in Quentin Tarantino's film Reservoir Dogs. Description above from the Wikipedia article Kirk Baltz, licensed under CC-BY-SA, full list of contributors on Wikipedia.

Kirk Baltz Movies

Kirk Baltz TV Shows

Human Target

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Kirk Baltz Quotes

Face-Swap Plan in Action

Aldo: [beat] So, once we kidnap supercop, then what?

Sean Archer: [Makes a gesture like taking off his own face] Tiny... surgery. l'd like to take his- his face- off. Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, l have to use the little boys wee-wee room.

Dietrich: Cas. You wanna take his face--

Sean Archer: [Makes manipulations with his fingers at Dietrich's face; Pretends taking off his own face again] Yes. His face - off! Eyes. Nose. Skin. lt's coming - off.

Dietrich: [Reflectively makes a similar gesture; Archer collapses on a bed in another room] The face... off. No more drugs for that man.

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Suspicion of Betrayal Among Criminals

Mr. White: You better start talkin', asshole! Cause we got shit we need to talk about. We're already freaked out, we need you actin freaky like we need a fuckin bag on our hip.

Mr. Blonde: [calmly] OK, let's talk.

Mr. White: We think we got a rat in the house.

Mr. Pink: I guarantee we got a rat in the house!

Mr. Blonde: What makes you say that?

Mr. White: Is that supposed to be funny?

Mr. Pink: Look, we think this place ain't safe.

Mr. White: This place just ain't secure anymore. We're leaving, you should go with us.

Mr. Blonde: Nobody's going anywhere.

Mr. White: [about Mr. Blonde; To Mr. Pink] Piss on this fucking turd! We're outta here.

Mr. Blonde: Don't take another step, Mr. White.

Mr. White: [screams] Fuck you, maniac! It's your fuckin fault we're in this trouble!

Mr. Blonde: [calmly to Mr. Pink] What's this guy's problem?

Mr. White: What's my problem? Yeah, I gotta fuckin problem! I gotta big fuckin problem with any trigger-happy madman who almost gets me shot!

Mr. Blonde: What the fuck are you talking about?

Mr. White: That fucking shooting spree in the store, remember?!

Mr. Blonde: [shrugs] Fuck em. They set off the alarm. They deserve what they got.

Mr. White: You almost killed me! ASSHOLE! If I had known what kind of guy you were, I never would've agreed to work with you.

Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite?

Mr. White: What was that? I'm sorry, I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it?

Mr. Blonde: [throws away his drink] Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite?

Mr. Pink: [pause] Oh, Christ, hey, look, you two assholes, calm the fuck down! Hey, come on, are we on a playground here, huh?! Am I the only professional?! You fuckin guys are acting like a bunch of fuckin niggers! You work with niggers, huh? Just like you two, always sayin they're gonna kill each other.

Mr. White: [to Mr. Pink] You said yourself you thought about taking him out!

Mr. Blonde: [menacing] You fuckin said that?

Mr. Pink: Yeah, I did, OK? I did. But that was then. Right now, this guy is the only one I completely trust. He's too fuckin homicidal to be workin with the cops.

Mr. White: You takin his side?

Mr. Pink: [referring to Mr. White; referring to Mr. Blonde] NO! Fuck sides, man! What we need here is a little solidarity! Somebody's stickin a red hot poker up our asses, and I wanna know whose name's on the handle! Now I know I'm no piece of shit... And I'm pretty sure you're OK... And I'm fuckin positive you're on the level. So let's try and figure out who the bad guy is, alright?

Mr. Blonde: [calming down, chuckling; [w:Lee Marvin|Lee Marvin] Wow, that was really exciting. I bet you're a big ] fan, aren't ya? Me too, I love that guy. My heart's beatin so fast, I'm about to have a heart attack here.

Mr. Pink: I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way or the other, you're gettin outta my way.

Mr. Pink: We were set up. The cops were there waitin for us.

Nice Guy Eddie: What? Nobody fuckin set anybody up.

Mr. Pink: The cops were there waitin for us, man!

Nice Guy Eddie: Bullshit.

Mr. Pink: Hey, fuck you, man! You weren't there, we were! And I'm tellin you, the cops had the place staked out!

Nice Guy Eddie: Okay, Mr. Fuckin Detective, you're so fuckin smart? Huh? Who did it?

Mr. Pink: What the hell do ya think we've been askin each other?

Nice Guy Eddie: Yeah? And what'd you come up with, huh? You think I did it? You think I fuckin set you up?

Mr. Pink: I don't know! But somebody did!

Nice Guy Eddie: Nobody did. You fuckin assholes turned the jewelry store into a Wild West show--

Mr. White: [interrupting] Don't you call me an asshole!

Nice Guy Eddie: You fuckin idiots turned the fuckin jewelry store into a Wild West show--

Mr. White: [interrupting again] Don't you call me a fuckin idiot!

Nice Guy Eddie: [louder] --and you wonder why the fuckin cops show up?!

Mr. White: [gesturing towards Mr. Orange, who is bleeding out on the floor] What are you gonna do about him?

Nice Guy Eddie: Jesus Christ, gimme a fuckin chance to breathe, here. I got a few questions of my own.

Mr. White: [gesturing towards Mr. Orange again] You ain't dyin'. He is.

Nice Guy Eddie: [exasperatedly] All right, Mr. Fuckin COMPASSION! I will call somebody!

Mr. White: Who?

Nice Guy Eddie: [incredulously] ...a fuckin snake charmer! Who do you think? I'll call a doctor, they'll fix him right up!

Nice Guy Eddie: [[W:great Chicago fire|Chicago fire] If you fucking beat this prick long enough, he'll tell you he started the goddamn ], now that don't necessarily make it fucking so!

Nice Guy Eddie: Now, what happened to Brown and Blue?

Mr. Pink: Brown's dead. We don't know what happened to Blue.

Nice Guy Eddie: Brown's dead? Are you sure?

Mr. White: I'm sure. I was there. He took one in the head.

Nice Guy Eddie: Nobody's got a clue what happened to Mr. Blue?

Mr. Blonde: Either he's alive or he's dead, or the cops got him... or they don't.

Nice Guy Eddie: All right, first things fuckin last. Who's got the stones? Please, somebody at least tell me, just one little fuckin favor, just for my sake--

Mr. Pink: [interrupting] I got a bag. I got a bag, okay? I stashed it until we could be sure this place wasn't a police station!

Nice Guy Eddie: [pointing at Mr. Orange] Good for you. Now let's go get it. But first we gotta get rid of those cars outside, it looks like Sam's Hot Car Lot out there. Okay. Blondie, you sit here and babysit them two. White and Pink, you take a car each. I'll follow you. You ditch em, pick up the stones. And while I'm followin you, I'll arrange some sort of a doctor for our friend.

Mr. White: [pointing at Mr. Blonde] You can't leave these guys here with him.

Nice Guy Eddie: Why not?

Mr. White: Because he's a fuckin psycho. And if you think Joe's pissed off, that ain't nothin compared to how pissed off I am at him, for puttin me in the same room as that bastard!

Mr. Blonde: You see what I've been puttin up with, Eddie? I fuckin walked in here, I told these guys about stayin put, Mr. White whips out his gun, he's stickin it in my face, callin me a motherfucker, sayin he's gonna blow me away, and blah blah blah blah blah.

Mr. White: [pointing at Mr. Blonde; to Mr. Pink] He's the reason the joint turned into a shootin spree. What are you, a fuckin silent partner?! Tell him!

Mr. Pink: He went crazy in the store, but he seems all right now.

Mr. White: [mimics Mr. Blonde shooting people in the head] This is what he was doin': Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.

Mr. Blonde: Yeah, bam bam bam bam bam. I told em not to touch the fuckin alarm, they did. If they hadn't've done what I told em not to do, they'd still be alive.

Mr. White: [sarcastically applauding] My fuckin hero!

Mr. Blonde: [taking a bow] Thanks!

Mr. White: That's your excuse for goin on a kill-crazy rampage?

Mr. Blonde: I don't like alarms, Mr. White.

Nice Guy Eddie: What does it matter who stays with the cop? We ain't lettin him go, not after he's seen everybody.

Officer Marvin Nash: I haven't been lookin at you guys--

Mr. Pink: [interrupting; punches Nash] Shut the fuck up, man!

Nice Guy Eddie: You guys should have never taken him out of the trunk in the first place.

Mr. Pink: We tried to find out what he knew about the setup--

Nice Guy Eddie: [enraged] THERE IS NO FUCKIN SETUP! Now here's the news! Blondie, you stay here and take care of these two! White and Pink, you come with me! Cause if Joe gets here and he sees all these cars, I swear to you he's gonna be just as mad at me as he is at you!

Mr. Blonde: [about to light the cop on fire; [The Wizard of Oz (1939 film)|Have some fire, scarecrow] ].