Richard PryorQuotes

Rory: That's Blade. He runs the third world side of Cell Block 2. My dear, till Grossberger came along he held the axe murder record in the south-west! He's the one I'm gonna get you the cheeseburger from. How do you like it, medium?

Harry Monroe: Oh no, I don't want no cheeseburger, I'm trying to, er, keep my weight down.

Rory: Don't worry about him, I'll protect you. I'll protect you!

Harry Monroe: I'm getting a little podge.

Rory: For some reason, I make him uneasy!

Harry Monroe: [waves at Blade; calls after Skip; then, to Rory] I wonder why. Hi. I'm going! Skip, my friend. Excuse me, would you?

Rory: I'll come with you.

Harry Monroe: Awwwww... shit!

Harry Monroe: [whimpering] Pillow... I want my pillow.

Big Mean: What's the charge?

Harry Monroe: Innocent.

Big Mean: Ain't we all?

Harry Monroe: Bank robbery?

Big Mean: Oh, shit.

Harry Monroe: Ooooh, shit!

Big Mean: You can kiss the baby.

Harry Monroe: Kiss the baby?

Skip Donahue: [to Big Mean] What baby is that, sir?

Big Mean: Ask your lawyer.

Harry Monroe: 125 years... Oh God, Oh God... I'll be 161 when I get out.

Skip Donahue: What are you doing?

Harry Monroe: I'm gettin bad. You better get bad, Jack. Cause if you ain't bad, you're gonna get fucked.

Blade: Now every bull has a secret word that makes him crazy, and sends him into his craziest ride, your job is to figure out that word.

Harry Monroe: [whistles and makes kissing noises; makes clicking sound with tongue; Bull bellows and charges at Harry; running away from bull] Bull... uh... let's see. Uh... Rumpelstiltskin. Uh... Malt liquor... Come on, bull. Come on, bull. Uh... woof, woof! Uh... Hey, sexy... Hee-hee... shit! Oh, you motherfucker!

Blade: Congratulations, you found the word!

Blade: The rodeo clown is the most DANGEROUS job, cause he gets CLOSEST to the BULL. He gets the BEST of the BULL! HOOK to the left! HOOK to the right! And if the bull rider's in trouble, he's gotta protect him, even if it means gettin his ribs pulled out, or bein freight-trained...

Harry Monroe: Freight-trained?

Blade: Run over, just like a freight train, only with a bull, it's worse, cause a freight train don't BACK UP and FINISH the JOB. Later on, I'll show you how to lie out on the stretcher when the ambulance comes.

Harry Monroe: Yes, I'm a short son of a bitch, my daddy was a short son of a bitch, my mother was shorter than him, and my brother, my brother was so short we couldn't even see him.

Harry Monroe: Yeah, that's right! That's right! We bad!

Skip Donahue: This filthy, roach-ridden reality is inspiring... What did that second policeman say to you when he grabbed you by the throat?

Harry Monroe: Man, I don't fucking believe you!

Skip Donahue: Man, I don't fucking believe you!" Fabulous!

Harry Monroe: [[The Count of Monte Cristo] You don't get it, do you, Skip? You think this is ] or something. We're in deep trouble. This is the real deal. We're in deep shit.

Arlo Pear: Casey, where did you find this man? Is there an asshole convention in town?

Arlo Pear: Monica, our daughter's getting married. You want to come?

Arlo Pear: The wrong finger! I gave him the wrong goddamn finger!

Eddie Dash: [Eddie and George are in a duck blind, waiting for the ducks to fly overhead] Steady, steady, now!

George: [waving his arms] Fly away! Fly away! There are men with guns here! Fly away! Go back to your families.

Eddie Dash: Why'd you do that?

George: To keep a harmless creature from suffering a horrible fate, and to keep you from suffering a life of heartache and guilt!

Eddie Dash: They're just ducks!

George: They're not just ducks, they're creatures just like you and me!

Eddie Dash: They're not like you and me! They fly all over and they shit on people!

Wax Frankenstein: [stands still pretending to be statue, then moves and places a hand on George's chest] Hi, how ya doin'?

George: Waaahh! Ahhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhh!

Eddie Dash: [backhands Frankenstein on the chest] George? George! Damn you! You see what you did to my friend? You big, green fuck!

Eddie Dash: [as the Tri-Star advertisement music begins playing, a stallion galloping onto the screen towards the Tri-Star logo; the stallion sprouts wings and leaps and flies over the Tri-Star logo; loud crashes, bangs, pots and pans hitting the floor than coming to a silence] Easy boy, steady. Wait? Whoa! Fuckin wings? What's goin on? Fuckin white horse!

George Caldwell: Is there any way to get to the engine from here?

Ralston: There's no way to get to the engine at all. How come we're going so fast?

George Caldwell: There's nobody driving the train.

Ralston: Oh, that's impossible. The train would stop.

George Caldwell: Does it look like it is stopping to you?

Ralston: [looks out the window] Sure in the hell don't. I'm gonna pull the emergency brake.

Grover Muldoon: The emergency brakes have been cut.

Ralston: [pauses] Damn hippies!

Sheriff Chauncey: Hello, Car 36, what the hell happened to you guys?

Grover Muldoon: [into the radio] Hey Chauncey, this is Grover T. Muldoon. You wanna know what happened? We just whooped your ass. We whooped your ass. Ha ha ha!

Grover Muldoon: [to George] That's bad, man! You're lookin good! Now here, take this radio. When you step out of here, step out like King Shit. You bad! Put that radio to your ear. That's gonna help cover your face. Just move with the rhythm of the music. Move your body with the rhythm of the music. That's all you gotta remember, okay? Let me see you try it. Step to the music. Step to the music. Yeah. Step to the music. Stop. How come you whiteys got such a tight ass, man? How are you gonna walk outta here with a tan face and that white walk? Just get into the music. Come on, George. Loosen up. Listen to the beat. Let your feet move. Now, do it! Can't you feel it? The tempo's right here. Right in there. That's all you gotta do. Yeah, now try it! Don't you feel it? Yeah. Needs work, George. Needs a lot of work. You know that? Will you practice? Man, you gotta practice, but let it be loose! Listen to the music. Follow the beat. Hear?

Quick: So... where you wanna go, pop?

Sugar Ray: I dunno, son... but we got a tank full of gas and a trunk full of money.

Quick: [''chuckles''] That sounds like a sweet combination.

Sugar Ray: [''winks at Quick as they drive off into the night''] Sweet as sugar.

Sugar Ray: Okay, the same fellow who made the drop last year is going to do it again. I want somebody on him. Vera, do you have a girl?

Vera: I've got a girl who's pussy is so good. If you threw it up in the air, it would turn into sunshine.

Quick: I haven't had my ass whipped in a while. Probably been like 1911.

Sugar Ray: Yeah, that's when the doctor slapped you on the ass.

Quick: Yes. That's the last ass-whipping I recall. I'm looking for him.

Sugar Ray: I'm going to take this little boy home to his mother.

Young Quick: My mama's dead.

Sugar Ray: Well, your daddy?

Young Quick: My father's dead, too.

Sugar Ray: Did you kill them?

Young Quick: No, they just dead.