Heavy Traffic (1973) - Quotes

Taglines: It's animated, but it's not a cartoon. It's funny, but it's not a comedy. It's real. It's unreal. It's heavy. Heavy Traffic.

Taglines: More Spice from the makers of Fritz the Cat!

Taglines: Heavy Entertainment!

Taglines: The amorous life and misadventures of a virginal young pinball player...his Chicks...his Chums and a host of assorted weirdos in all colors.

Carole: Surprise, Sugar. You're on. What you gonna do about it? I mean, you're on for a few days til I hook it up?

Michael: Uh, yeah, sure, of course. Right on.

Michael: Uh, are you serious about stayin with me? Cause, I mean, it's really okay with me. I mean, if I could... I could sleep on the floor, and you could... I mean...

Carole: [pats her behind, watching it jiggle; taps her head] Listen here, white boy, don't hand me that honky shit. "Stay with you." You ain't got nothin goin for you. Damn, man! First you help me get my ass kicked out of a good gig, then, cause you think I need you for a few goddamn minutes, you try to jive-ass me for a quick lay? Now, listen here, boy! As long as Carole got this here good thing, and this here left, ha ha ha! She don't need ANYTHING else unless she wants it, and child, I don't want it.

Ollie: [pressuring Michael to have sex with a naked girl] Say hello to Rosalyn, Mike.

Rosalyn: Hiya, Mike. I've heard a lot about you.

Ollie: She's good, Mike! She's good!

Rosalyn: Everyone says you're a virgin, Michael.

Michael: Wait a minute! Don't even believe that! You know, everybody talks, they think they know everything. Well, nobody knows nothing. I mean, do I look like a virgin to you?

Moe: Hey, It's Michael Corleone! What's you doin now?

Moe: What's you doin now?

Michael: Hey, crazy man! How come you're not down in your basement?

Moe: Well, I, I came to kill your pigeon, boy.

Michael: Ah, that's bullshit, Moe, you're probably peekin down at the ladies.

Moe: Yeah! My peekin days long shut down, Michael.

Moe: I ain't there no more. I just ain't there.

Michael: Ah, you're just a crazy nigger, Moe. Just a goddamn crazy nigger.

Moe: We's all niggers, boy! Ha ha! You an me, just goddamn crazy niggers! We's all niggers boy. Most of us don't know it yet.

Michael: [passing a joint to Moe] Hey, listen, you want some of this shit?

Moe: Even your pigeon's a nigger! Ha ha ha ha ha! That's why I'm gonna kill him.

Michael: Moe, you ain't gonna do shit!

Moe: Moe: I just ain't there. Every- Everybody plays like they there, but they ain't there. I ain't there. Your pigeon ain't there! He flies high like he there, but he don't fly less you open that cage. And he got to come back cause he's trained to! He ain't there.

Angie: Your mother is a goddamn crazy bitch, Michael!

Angie: Mother of God-!

Angie: Thank God she needs glasses!

Angie: Hey, I thought you'd be sleepin'. Hey, Ida, what are you doin up?

Ida: Praying for the dead.

Angie: Who died?

Ida: Someone close.

Angie: Anyone I know?

Ida: YOU die!

Ida: Twenty three years of suffering! So go marry an Italian. Stays out all night with some dumb whore. Catholics don't get divorced! Big deal. I died the day I married a goy! Now it's your turn Angie! Roast in Hell!

Ida: I got one left over!

Ida: Go meet your Marys and Josephs!

Michael: Moe?

Ollie: Hey, man, do I look like a nigger to you? I mean- I mean, like, take a good, clean look.

Michael: A good, clean look would be refreshing, Ollie.

Carole: What the hell is all this racket about?

Angie: [referring to Carole] What'd your Jewish momma do now, hire a cleaning lady?

Michael: Pop, this is my girlfriend.

Angie: [in shock; ''Carole thrusts her behind in the air and pops it out revealing her enormous backside before backing out of the room''] Get that nigger out of my house!

Carole: Listen, Michael. Uh, first thing in the morning, we will take them big-ass drawings of yours up to one of them big cartoon syndicates. You can sell em, we'll get some bread, get our clothes out of Angie's house and split for San Francisco. And Shorty can't roll that far.

Michael: I'm gonna tell you, Carole, I don't wanna sell my cartoons to one of them places. They, uh - they ain't gonna buy that crap anyway. I'm an underground cartoonist. That's - that's where I belong.

Carole: So why don't you sell your stuff to your underground friends?

Michael: They don't wanna buy any.

Carole: Now, why that, Mr. Underground?

Michael: [in whisper to Carole] Cause, well, uh... I still jack off.

Carole: [Laughing] You are cool!

God: Hey, Warren! This is the voice of God!

Warren: What's up?

Rosalyn Schecter: What do you think of my tits, Michael?

Bongo: Sonofabitch... this broad's got a hard-on!

Michael: [[Mick Jagger] ] I'm not!

Michael: [after accidentally knocking Rosalyn off the roof] She had it coming.

Michael: [first lines] What makes you happy? What makes you happy? Where do you go? Where do you go? Where do you hide? Where do you hide? Who do you see? Who do you see? Who do you trust? Who do you trust? Who do you screw? Who do you screw? What kills the pain? What kills the pain? Game up, game win. Bug around, set it straight. Transaction. Play it hard, hurts so bad. Gotta win. Everyone loses. Everything loses. Gotta win big. Sick and tired of losing. Where does it all go? Where does it all go? Where does it lead us? Where does it lead us? Tilt City, Pinball Alley. Blinkin lights shot to Hell, fuck it all!