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Kirk Baltz Quotes

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Memorable Quotes from Kirk Baltz

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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 OK, let's talk.
[calmly]
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 Piss on this fucking turd! We're outta here.
[about Mr. Blonde; To Mr. Pink]
Mr. Blonde Don't take another step, Mr. White.
Mr. White Fuck you, maniac! It's your fuckin fault we're in this trouble!
[screams]
Mr. Blonde What's this guy's problem?
[calmly to Mr. Pink]
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 Fuck em. They set off the alarm. They deserve what they got.
[shrugs]
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 Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite?
[throws away his drink]
Mr. Pink 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.
[pause]
Mr. White You said yourself you thought about taking him out!
[to Mr. Pink]
Mr. Blonde You fuckin said that?
[menacing]
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 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?
[referring to Mr. White; referring to Mr. Blonde]
Mr. Blonde 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.
[calming down, chuckling; [w:Lee Marvin|Lee Marvin]
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 Don't you call me an asshole!
[interrupting]
Nice Guy Eddie You fuckin idiots turned the fuckin jewelry store into a Wild West show--
Mr. White Don't you call me a fuckin idiot!
[interrupting again]
Nice Guy Eddie --and you wonder why the fuckin cops show up?!
[louder]
Mr. White What are you gonna do about him?
[gesturing towards Mr. Orange, who is bleeding out on the floor]
Nice Guy Eddie Jesus Christ, gimme a fuckin chance to breathe, here. I got a few questions of my own.
Mr. White You ain't dyin'. He is.
[gesturing towards Mr. Orange again]
Nice Guy Eddie All right, Mr. Fuckin COMPASSION! I will call somebody!
[exasperatedly]
Mr. White Who?
Nice Guy Eddie ...a fuckin snake charmer! Who do you think? I'll call a doctor, they'll fix him right up!
[incredulously]
Nice Guy Eddie 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!
[[W:great Chicago fire|Chicago fire]
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 I got a bag. I got a bag, okay? I stashed it until we could be sure this place wasn't a police station!
[interrupting]
Nice Guy Eddie 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.
[pointing at Mr. Orange]
Mr. White You can't leave these guys here with him.
[pointing at Mr. Blonde]
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 He's the reason the joint turned into a shootin spree. What are you, a fuckin silent partner?! Tell him!
[pointing at Mr. Blonde; to Mr. Pink]
Mr. Pink He went crazy in the store, but he seems all right now.
Mr. White This is what he was doin': Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.
[mimics Mr. Blonde shooting people in the head]
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 My fuckin hero!
[sarcastically applauding]
Mr. Blonde Thanks!
[taking a bow]
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 Shut the fuck up, man!
[interrupting; punches Nash]
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 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!
[enraged]
Mr. Blonde ].
[about to light the cop on fire; [The Wizard of Oz (1939 film)|Have some fire, scarecrow]
Face-Swap Plan in Action
Aldo So, once we kidnap supercop, then what?
[beat]
Sean Archer 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.
[Makes a gesture like taking off his own face]
Dietrich Cas. You wanna take his face--
Sean Archer Yes. His face - off! Eyes. Nose. Skin. lt's coming - off.
[Makes manipulations with his fingers at Dietrich's face; Pretends taking off his own face again]
Dietrich The face... off. No more drugs for that man.
[Reflectively makes a similar gesture; Archer collapses on a bed in another room]