Tom BerengerQuotes

Lou Brown: Taylor, it's not your job to make excuses. THAT'S ALL YOU GUYS DO GOOD. IT'S EITHER A LEG THING. OR A SPIRITUAL THING. OR A PSYCHOLOGICAL THING. OR A HEART ATTACK!

Jake Taylor: Who used heart attack?

Lou: Me. (collapses)

Rube Baker: Who are they?

Jake Taylor: They are our center fielder.

Frank Ridgeway: Why did you do this?

Doc Robbins: Shortcuts, kid. I never could do things the easy way.

Frank Ridgeway: Doc, why this little game and the car business?

Doc Robbins: I figured Joann had the tapes, I knew she wasn't gonna give them to me. Maybe you, Wordman, maybe if she'd give them to you.

Joann Carlino: What would you do if you had the tapes, Doc?

Doc Robbins: Try me, just try me. I have it made. For once in my life, I'd bring home a winner... I'd like that.

Joann Carlino: I once asked Eddie why he kept you around. You know what he said? He said, "Doc's a dreamer, and the world needs dreamers.

Doc Robbins: He was the only real friend I ever had.

Joann Carlino: Frank, I know you're gonna think I'm crazy. But I have to tell you something. Last night, there was a car sitting in my driveway: a 57 Chevy, just like Eddie's.

Frank Ridgeway: Joann, that car was destroyed in the accident, remember?

Joann Carlino: I know, but whoever it was, must have seen me looking out the window. He blinked his headlights high, then low, then high again, just like Eddie.

Frank Ridgeway: It can't be. It can't be him.

Joann Carlino: Well, who then? Who?

Frank Ridgeway: It's not Eddie. Now, whoever it is that's watching you is looking to cash in on those tapes. But it is not Eddie.

Joann Carlino: Frank, I know where those tapes are. After the accident, I had to say goodbye in my own way. I went to Satin Records, got the tapes, and drove back to Palace Depression.

Frank Ridgeway: Take me there.

Maggie Foley: Frank, how much influence did Rimbaud have on Eddie?

Frank Ridgeway: Looking for a ghost?

Maggie Foley: [smiles knowingly] Maybe.

Frank Ridgeway: You don't really think Eddie's still alive, do you?

Maggie Foley: I guess not. But what about the coincindence of "Season in Hell"? Frank what happened to those tapes?

Frank Ridgeway: Hey, look, it didn't work. The record company hated it, they never released the album.

Maggie Foley: Frank, I want to get a hold of those tapes and play them on my show. Let's let them be heard, and let the people decide whether their any good.

Frank Ridgeway: I don't know where they are. Honest, we'd like to find them as much as you would.

Sal Amato: Hey, Wordman, this shindig tonight. How are we suppose to dress?

Frank Ridgeway: Hey, wait a minute. What is the big deal? We've played at colleges before.

Eddie Wilson: Yeah, sure, we played at "St. Something" down in Delaware and "Fairly Ridiculous" up in Madison, but we ain't never played at no finishing school like this. This is a mistake, we don't belong here. These people are different.

Frank Ridgeway: I'm telling you they're gonna eat us up. They're just a bunch of college kids, no better than you...

Eddie Wilson: [interrupting] Hey! I didn't say better, I said different. You oughta remember that.

Sal Amato: [about Maggie] You know what she really wanted to talk about? Those old tapes: "Season in Hell". She said something about them being missing, and wanted to know if I knew where they were.

Frank Ridgeway: What did you tell her?

Sal Amato: I told her I don't have a clue. For all I care, they could a gone down with Eddie. You understand?

Frank Ridgeway: Sally, you were on those tapes too.

Sal Amato: If they find those tapes, what's in it for me, huh? I just about broke my fingers trying to play that stuff.

Frank Ridgeway: Well, if it must be worth money, somebody's wanting to pay for them.

Sal Amato: But we ain't gonna see a dime from that. They'll find a way to screw us, they always do. Guys like you and me, they strike oil under your garden and all you get is dead tomatoes.

Eddie Wilson: [getting ready to practice "Betty Lou's Got a New Pair of Shoes"; starts the song] Let's get on with the music. 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. Hold it, hold it! Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Sal Amato: What the matter?

Eddie Wilson: What's the matter, where you racing to, where's the fire?

Sal Amato: No fire. That's the way the song was written, it goes that way: upbeat. What's the problem?

Eddie Wilson: The problem is I'm just saying words. You know, you got to give me a little room so people will know what I'm singing about.

Sal Amato: Hey, you lose the beat, people miss a step, we want them to dance.

Eddie Wilson: Lose a beat, miss a step. What a you a moron, Sal?

Sam Amato: Do you believe this guy?

Eddie Wilson: Look, Sal, I like your stuff. But it just ain't what I was looking for. You understand?

Sal Amato: Forget it, you had your mind made up before you ever started. So what am I knocking myself out for?

Eddie Wilson: Look, I don't want to argue with you, Sal. Do you want to get another opinion on the subject?

Sal Amato: No! Forget it.

Eddie Wilson: Joann, what do you think?

Sal Amato: What are you asking her for?

Eddie Wilson: Why not ask her, she's got brain?

Sal Amato: I don't know anything? She knows, huh? Everybody you bring into this band is an expert, except Sally. Sally's just a dumb guinea, right?

Eddie Wilson: [looking at Frank] You dumb guinea. Hey, kid, come here.

Frank Ridgeway: Who, me?

Eddie Wilson: Yeah, you, come here.

Eddie Wilson: Now, you heard what we're talking about. What do you think?

Frank Ridgeway: [agreeing with Eddie] I think he's right, I think it needs a caesura.

Eddie Wilson: [pointing to himself] See, my way with a caesurian.

Frank Ridgeway: Can I help you guys?

Sal Amato: Yeah, tell Tony Eddie and the Cruisers are here.

Lewis Gates: You're not gonna walk around naked in the morning, are you?

Professor Lillian Stone: I'll try to restrain myself.

Lillian Sloan: He's leader of the dog soldiers: next in line to be chief.

Lewis Gates: I guess it takes a real man to shoot a dog.

Lillian Sloan: You should be happy they didn't eat him. Oh, didn't I tell you? That's the other reason they're called dog soldiers.

Lewis Gates: What are you telling him?

Lillian Sloan: I told him we come in a good way, in peace. I also told him you were a great warrior who wasn't afraid to fight them all single-handedly.

Lewis Gates: You've got to be kidding.

Lillian Sloan: The Cheyenne admire bravery. Let's just hope they don't put you to the test.

Lewis Gates: If they do, I'm coming after you first.

Lewis Gates: You wanna go back?

Lillian Sloan: [[Daniel Boone] Yes. I'm an anthropologist, not ].

Lewis Gates: Why Indians?

Lillian Sloan: Oh, because I admire them. And because we owe them a tremendous debt.

Lewis Gates: How's that?

Lillian Sloan: Well, they gave us romance, myths, legends. They gave us a history. The Indians shaped the character of our entire nation.

Lewis Gates: We picked a hell of a way to say thank you, didn't we?

Lillian Sloan: What happened was inevitable. The way it happened was unconscionable.

Lillian Sloan: There's been plenty of men, some worked out and some didn't, it just always had to be on my terms.

Lewis Gates: Lady, if I was born a century too late, you were definitely born a century too early.

Lillian Sloan: You're really in your element out here aren't you?

Lewis Gates: I like the solitude. Lately, seems the only time I'm at ease is when I've got a hundred miles between me and the rest of humanity.

Lillian Sloan: Sounds like you were born about a century too late.

Lewis Gates: Why are you being so goddamn pigheaded?

Lillian Sloan: Because I'm goddamn good at it!

Lillian Sloan: You know what this is?

Lewis Gates: Well, call it a wild guess. An arrow?

Lillian Sloan: A Cheyenne arrow, Dog Soldier to be exact.

Lewis Gates: Dog Soldier?

Lillian Sloan: Within the Cheyenne tribe there used to be a military society made up of the strongest and bravest men. They were fierce fighters — unyielding. They called themselves Chotometnea — dogmen. The cavalry called them dog-soldiers — and they were suicide soldiers — they often acted as rear-guard, a sort of sacrificial decoy so the rest of the tribe could escape.

Lillian Sloan: [after Tracker Lewis Gates hands her an arrow] So, where'd you find this?

Lewis Gates: In the Oxbow.

Lillian Sloan: The Oxbow. Wasn't that just in the news? Something about convicts?

Lewis Gates: Yeah, I'm the guy they hired to find them.

Lillian Sloan: Bounty hunter?

Lewis Gates: Please, civil servant. It sounds a little less...

Lillian Sloan: Barbaric?

Lewis Gates: Rule number one, Briggs: never take your eyes off the suspect.

Lewis Gates: Could you promise me something? No matter how bad it gets, no matter what happens... don't let them eat my dog.

Lewis Gates: I told you to watch your step! You're not in a classroom! Out here one little mistake will get you killed.

Lewis Gates: I've seen this place reduce grown men to tears. It ain't no place for a woman.

Lewis Gates: Dynamite? It's like wine, it only gets better with age.

Lewis Gates: What's an Indian boy who don't speak a word of English doing out in the middle of nowhere, sixty miles from the nearest town?

Jake Taylor: [to Heywood when he swings and misses on Vaughn's 97 MPH fastball] Sucker was moving, wasn't it? If it'd hit you, it'd leave a 2-foot hole coming out.

Jake Taylor: [preparing for Vaughn's first pitch to Heywood. Vaughn shakes off the breaking pitches, until Taylor finally signals for a fastball, which Vaughn nods at] Alright, Ricky. Let's get nasty.

Jake Taylor: [He tries to throw a runner out, talking to himself; Overthrows the second baseman] Don't bounce the damn ball... Nice throw, dickhead.

Jake Taylor: [''about to find out whether he's made the team''] Come on Jake. It's only your life.

Jake Taylor: [underthrows second baseman] Second base... shit.

Jake Taylor: [''to Rexman''; ''Rexman pops the ball straight up''] Hey, Rexman! Hell of a situation we got here. Two on, two out, you guys trailing by one in the ninth. You got a chance to be a hero on national television–if you don't blow it. By the way, I saw your wife at the Capri Lounge last night. Hell of a dancer. You must be very very proud. Oh, and that guy she was with? Oh, I'm sure he's a close personal friend and all, but tell me, what was he doing wearing her panties on his head? Uh-oh, Rexy I don't think this one's got the distance.

Jake Taylor: [''in Mexico, upon receiving a phone call asking him to report to Cleveland Indians spring training''] ... is that you, Tolbert?! This isn't very funny, you know. I'm hung over! My knees are killin me and if you're going to pull this shit at least you could've said you were from the Yankees!