Michael BuscemiQuotes

Ron Stallworth: [answering a phone call from Duke] Mr. Duke, I'm so sorry we didn't get to spend more one-on-one time together.

David Duke: Well, that was a just a tragedy. I had just met those heroic brothers in the cause.

Flip Zimmerman: Heroic.

Ron Stallworth: Yeah. And the chapter is just shaken at the core.

David Duke: Oh.

Ron Stallworth: Yeah. And poor Connie, right? I mean, not only does she lose her husband, but...

Flip Zimmerman: Poor Connie.

Jimmy Creek: Connie's going away.

Flip Zimmerman: We feel bad for Connie.

Ron Stallworth: [continuing] ... she's looking at serious prison time.

David Duke: My God. And then there was that nigger detective. Basically...

Ron Stallworth: [to the other officers, trying not to laugh; to Duke] Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Shut up, shut up. Those goddamn coloreds they sure know how to spoil a celebration.

Jimmy Creek: [to Flip] Hey, you're getting me in trouble.

David Duke: [to Ron] Christ, you can say that again.

Ron Stallworth: Those goddamn coloreds sure know how to spoil a celebration. Can I ask you a question, sir?

David Duke: Shoot.

Ron Stallworth: That nigger detective, did you ever did you ever get his name?

David Duke: No. I don't think I...

Ron Stallworth: Are-uh you sure you don't know who he is? Are-uh you absolutely sure? Cause that nigga, coon, gator bait, spade, spook, Sambo, spear-chucking jungle bunny, Mississippi wind chime...

Flip Zimmerman: Wind chime?

Ron Stallworth: [continuing; Ron slams the phone back on the register as his coworkers laugh, high-five him, and pat him on the back.] ... detective is Ron Stallworth, you racist, peckerwood, redneck, inch worm, needle-dick motherfucker! I'll be here all week.

Voicemail: You've reached the Colorado Springs chapter of the Ku Klux Klan. Please leave a message, and God bless White America.

Ron Stallworth: [After the beep sounds] Hello, this is Ron Stallworth calling. I saw your advertisement in the Colorado Springs Gazette. I'm interested in receiving some reading material from you. My phone number is 103-9994. I'm very much looking forward to you returning my call.

Walter Breachway: Yeah, who's this?

Ron Stallworth: Ron Stallworth here.

Walter Breachway: This is Walter, returning your call...from the organization.

Ron Stallworth: The organization?

Walter Breachway: That's right. We appreciate your interest. What's your story?

Ron Stallworth: Well, since you asked...since you asked, I hate niggers. I hate Jews. Spics and micks. Dagos and Chinks. But my mouth to God's ears, I really hate those nigger rats, and anyone else really that doesn't have pure white Aryan blood running through their veins! My sister, Pamela, she was just recently accosted by one of those black coons.

Walter Breachway: Is that so?

Ron Stallworth: Yeah. Every time I think about that black baboon putting his filthy black hands on her purest white, driven snow body. I mean pure, Walter! She's a saint, she's an angel! It makes me want to puke!

Walter Breachway: You are just the kind of guy that we are looking for. Listen, uh, when can you meet?

Ron Stallworth: How about Friday night, after I get off work?

Walter Breachway: Well, that's a deal, buddy boy, we'll get right back to you with the details. Take care now.

Ron Stallworth: [He hangs up.] God bless white America.

Flip Zimmerman: Did I just hear you use your real name?

Ron Stallworth: Oh, motherfucker.

Jimmy Creek: Yeah, motherfucker, amateur hour.

Flip Zimmerman: That's your real name, right? Is it, is it Ron Stallworth, right? Isn't that his real name?

Jimmy Creek: I can't believe he just said that.

Flip Zimmerman: [He turns away slowly as the other officers in the room continue laughing.] Well, good luck, Ron, with your new redneck friends.