Ron PerlmanQuotes

Yule: Dr. Mindy, can I be vulnerable in your car?

Yule: Dearest Father and Almighty Creator, we ask for Your grace tonight, despite our pride. Your forgiveness, despite our doubt. Most of all, Lord, we ask for Your love to soothe us through these dark times. May we face whatever is to come in Your divine will with courage and open hearts of acceptance. Amen.

Benedict Drask: [screaming at approaching comet, trying to shoot it] You'll never take me alive!

Peter Isherwell: [about the "Brontorocs", a newly-discovered flightless bird] Whatever you do, don't pet them...

Ripley: [after discovering Call is a robot] You're a robot?

Johner: Son of a bitch! Our little Call's just full of surprises.

Ripley: I should have known. No human being is that humane.

Corin: What is most important when making a sword, fire or ice?

Young Conan: Fire.

Young Conan: [pause] ... Ice?

Corin: Are you sure?

Corin: Fire... and ice. That is the Riddle of Steel.

Corin: [Forging a sword with Young Conan] The sword we make will be yours one day. But before you wield the sword, you must first understand it.

Corin: [Corin has just put an egg in each of the student's mouths, except Young Conan's, in preparation for a test; Sends the students on the way as a Young Conan is looking disappointed; Gives Young Conan an egg as he rushes on his way] The first to circle the hills and return, the egg unbroken, earns the right to fight with the warriors. Oh, by Crom, boy. What are you waiting for?

Corin: When a Cimmerian feels thirst, it is a thirst for blood. When he feels cold, it is the cold edge of steel. For the courage of a Cimmerian is tempered: he neither fears death... nor rushes foolishly to meet it. To be a Cimmerian warrior, you must have both cunning and balance as well as speed and strength.

Hyena-Swine: Tell them... that I am the Law.

Sayer of the Law: Do not believe him! He is not the Law!

Hyena-Swine: Five-man... please... tell them... that I am God. Hmm?

Edward Douglas: You're right. You are... a god.

Sayer of the Law: No!

Hyena-Swine: Again.

Edward Douglas: You are a god. You're all gods.

Hyena-Swine: Tell them to obey me like they did the Father.

Edward Douglas: [indicating other members of Hyena-Swine's pack] You all killed the Father. You all ate his flesh. So who is the new Father? Who is God Number One? Who should they obey? Him? Or him? You see, there must be a God Number One.

Sayer of the Law: [After Douglas offers to find a way to stop the regression to animals] No. No more scientists, no more laboratories, no more experiments. I thought you would be able to understand that. We have to be what we are, not what the Father tried to make us. To go on two legs... is very hard. Perhaps four is better, anyway.

Sayer of the Law: It is a hard way, the way of being a man. Sooner or later we all want a thing that is bad. To walk on all fours. To suck up drink from a stream. To jabber, instead of saying the words. To go snuffling at the earth, and to claw on the bark of trees. To eat flesh, or fish. To make love to more than one, every which way. These are all bad things. These are not the things that men do. But we are men, are we not? We are men because the Father has made us men!

Reinhardt: [Discovering a large group of Reapers] Eat shit, YOU UGLY MOTHERFUCKERS!!

Reinhardt: Thought you had me on a short leash, didn't you jefe?

Reinhardt: [To Blade] Hey me & the gang where wondering: Can you blush?

Reinhardt: Well, like my daddy said right before he killed my mom, "You want anything done right, you gotta do it yourself.

Reinhardt: They want us to to spray on some suckpuppy's nut juice?

Reinhardt: [while Blade is trying to activate the bomb] By the way, Blade, did I ever mention the bomb lever is stuck?

Reinhardt: [while being overrun by Reapers] You want a bite of me? Well, come on! Come on, motherfucker!

Bernie Rose: I already gave you my advice! You should have taken the money and left the guy alone!

Nino: It's not that simple, Bernie.

Bernie Rose: No, of course not! Now that it's bounced up in your face!

Cook: Nino, I owe you this guy. Just give me a little time and I'll get rid of him.

Bernie Rose: Shut the fuck up. You fucking monkey.

Nino: The money belongs to some half-ass wiseguy out of Philly. Now, I got tipped off, he was stashing a million bucks in a pawnshop, he was gonna invest it here in L.A., he was gonna set up a rival operation.

Bernie Rose: So you stole from the East Coast Mob?

Nino: No, I stole from some jumped-up punk, who was trying to step on our action.

Bernie Rose: [points at Cook] Yeah? Then why didn't you come to me before you set up this dummy robbery? Before you hired this piece of shit?

Nino: This was something off to the side, Bernie, I didn't want to involve you in this.

Bernie Rose: Well I'm involved now! Let me tell you something; anybody, anybody, finds out you stole from the family, we're both dead.

Nino: [to himself] What fucking family? The family who still calls me a fucking kike? To my face? Yeah I'm 59 years old Bernie! They still pinch my cheek like I'm some fucking kid! Family.

Bernie Rose: The money always flows up, Izzy! You know that!

Nino: [quieter, more serious] That's why this Driver's gotta go, Bernie. He's gotta go. And your pal Shannon, I mean, they're the only two guys that can tie me to this robbery.

Bernie Rose: Now it's your turn to clean up after me.

Nino: You paid three-hundred fucking grand for this piece of shit?

Bernie Rose: I paid for it - out of my own pocket. This is just the shell; it's the inside that counts, not the outside, right Shannon?

Shannon: You are correct, sir.

Nino: Fuck that shit; I pay three-hundred for something, I want everybody to fucking see it!

Bernie Rose: Of course you do.

Nino: [sees a collectible car] Now this... that is one motherfucking, fine-ass, pussy-mobile, motha-fucka'! Damn!

Bernie Rose: Shannon, sell him the car.

Shannon: He wouldn't be able to find pussy in a whore house...

Shannon: [begins hobbling over to Nino] You know what? This car will even make you good-looking.

Nino: I'm already good-looking, pal.

Nino: Fuck you eating chink food in my fucking restaurant?

Bernie Rose: What's a Jew doing running a pizzeria?

Nino: [tense pause] Take a fucking hike. I want to talk to my partner. I'm just fucking with you. How you doing, Shannon? How's the fucking leg?

Shannon: [nervous] I paid my debt.

Hellboy: You jumpy, slippery bastard. I got you now.

Hellboy: [About to fight Nuada] Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill him, Abe... but I am gonna kick his ass.

Hellboy: I challenge Prince Nuada... for the right to command... this army.

Hellboy: [Referring to the Fragglewump dressed as an old lady] Lucy, I'm home!

Hellboy: Hey, I think we gotta lose the garbage truck. Sends out the wrong signal.

Hellboy: [Laughs hysterically; referring to [[w:Tom Manning|Tom Manning] Gas pocket. What an idiot.

Hellboy: Glasshole.

Hellboy: WHAT'S MY FLAW?!

Hellboy: You woke up the baby.

Hellboy: A forest god, eh? I'm gonna get me Big Baby.

Hellboy: Open wide!

Hellboy: ['''Liz Sherman:''' In the dark, I heard your voice, what did you say?] I said, "Hey, you on the other side – let her go. Because for her, I will cross over, and then you'll be sorry.

Hellboy: [To Kroenen] You killed my father! Your ass is mine!

Hellboy: Hey, Myers, you're a talker. What's a good word, a solid word for "need"?

Hellboy: It's not– It's not what you think. Plus, you're nine. You're too young to be giving me advice.

Hellboy: [Watching Meyers and Liz] No cream and milk, moron. She takes it black. Told ya! Wait, she took his picture! DAMN!

Hellboy: [To the train conductor, who is beating him in the head with a fire extinguisher to try and knock him off the train; '''Train Conductor:''' Sure.; The train conductor hit Hellboy in the head with a fire extinguisher, knocking him off the train] Hey! I'm on your side!

Hellboy: [While beating Sammael with a payphone he had ripped off a wall] It's for you! You shouldn't– hurt– people!

Hellboy: Gonna be sore in the morning.

Hellboy: [About Liz's new nickname] Sparky"? Who came up with that? Myers?

Hellboy: Damn! Would you please be a little more careful?

Hellboy: How big can it be?

Hellboy: You missed!

Hellboy: [Grabs Sammael by the tongue] Second date, no tongues!

Hellboy: Didn't I kill you already? You goddamned monster!

Hellboy: I'm fireproof. You're not.

Hellboy: [Breaking Sammael's lower jaw] OPEN WIDE!

Hellboy: Waiting for me, chunk-face?

Hellboy: [To Sammael; Sammael runs off] Listen, Sammy, I'm not a very good shot, but the Samaritan here uses really big bullets. So what do you say we work this out in a nice, peaceful–? Oh, crap.

Hellboy: [While weightlifting] I hate those comic books. They never get the eyes right.