Ricochet (1991) - Quotes

Taglines: This is one case that's going to be settled out of court.

Taglines: He's a cop accused of murder. And the only man who knows he's innocent is the killer who framed him.

Nick Styles: [turns off the news camera] News at eleven? ...Nah!

Gail Wallens: [after the screen fades to black] Styles, you can't do that, we're live!

Nick Styles: We're live, huh? Good. Gail, kiss my ass.

Alice Styles: You lied to me.

Nick Styles: I didn't lie to you. I just didn't tell the whole truth.

Alice Styles: You're such a lawyer.

Bookstore owner: You're the D.A.!

Nick Styles: Wrong! They fired me. As a private citizen I can kick anybody's ass I want to.

Nick Styles: That is not the girl who gave me the clap. Ah, no, alright, alright, I retract that statement. That is the girl who gave me the clap, but...that's not her voice. That's not her voice. That is not what she said to me. That is not what I...no, no, that's what I said.. No, I did say that to her, but she did not say that.

D.A. Priscilla Brimleigh: Nick, I want you examined by a psychiatrist.

Wanda: [in an unrelated audio recording] So you're up for the house special?

Nick Styles: [in an unrelated audio recording] Listen, I'm the assistant district attorney, so you're gonna have to follow my orders.

Wanda: [in an unrelated audio recording] You got it, Mr. D.A.

Nick Styles: This woman...they brought her in. Alice, please believe me. I didn't enjoy it. I...I...I...I didn't want her. I fought her with every inch of my body.

Alice Styles: [looks at his crotch; [w:the clap|the clap] Well, if you manage to get ] out, you'll think of several inches that didn't put up a fight.

Nick Styles: [trying to persuade Odessa to stop dealing at the Towers] Do it for your mother.

Odessa: What about my mother, motherfucker?

Nick Styles: Your mother, nigga! The one that died of a broken heart, praying with my father every night over your sorry ass. The one that buried your kid brother without his head because they couldn't find it. Don't play me, Odessa.

Earl Talbott Blake: [about Nick, who is drugged and tied up and Blake lie Nick on a bed and have sex with a beautiful blonde prostitute named Wanda; Blake calls Wanda on Nick's lied in bed for preparing have sex with him] Look at his face! What do you think, Wanda?

Wanda: [Wanda walks slow downstair while Blake put his money on the table for paying her and preparing an audio recording.Wanda picks Blake's money on the table and walks slowly nears Nick Styles's lying on bed for having sex with him; Blakes smiles] Yeah, he's real pretty . All this S&M shit's going to cost you an extra two hundred dollars. Good.

Nick Styles: Wait, stop...

Wanda: [takes her top off; then she whispered for her love] Ah, I love it when men beg. Talk to me. Ohhh, I love you.

Nick Styles: Will you set me free?

Wanda: [starts having sex with him] Whatever you want, Darling. Ahhh! See, your little mouth says no, but your little friend says yes.

Nick Styles: Jesus Christ.

Earl Talbott Blake: Almost.

Nick Styles: You killed Farris, didn't you?

Earl Talbot Blake: You killed my life.

Nick Styles: So, now we're even, is that it?

Earl Talbot Blake: [scoffs] We're not even close.

Parole Board Chairman: Mr. Blake, what will you do if you get out of prison?

Earl Talbott Blake: [thinking] Well, I guess, Mr. Chairman, that first I'll pay a visit to your house.

Parole Board Chairman: To thank me, I suppose?

Earl Talbott Blake: No...to fuck your wife. And your daughter. Hell, maybe even your dog.

Parole Board Official: The parole board's ready, Blake. I hope you remembered to floss.

Earl Talbott Blake: I did! With your wife's pubic hair!

Earl Talbot Blake: What the fuck is going on?

Kim: It's Styles. His friends grabbed me and dragged me here.

Earl Talbot Blake: That's impossible!

Kim: Well, I saw him.

Earl Talbot Blake: I killed his life, and he killed himself. You're lying!

Kim: Lying? You stupid, macho fuck! I can't believe this! I can't believe that I've been kissing your ass all these fucking years, and you're such a shithead! You didn't kill his life, and you didn't fuck his mind. You know what you did? You pissed him off. You really fucking pissed him off, and now you're fucked!

Chewalski: [meeting Blake for the first time] I know you. You're that dude got busted on America's funniest home video.

Odessa: Do you wanna know who's really got the power? Bring your ass to the tower.

Earl Talbott Blake: I'm gonna do something far worse than kill you. I'm gonna let you live.

Earl Talbott Blake: [to Nick] I mean, there we were, both of us... at the beginning of our careers. Then all of a sudden, one of us... took off! Lit up the sky like a meteor. And why? Because he met the other.

Earl Talbott Blake: [After taking a female hostage] Pork, back off or else she's gonna need a paper bag over her head when her boyfriend fucks what's left of her!

Nick Styles: [During the final showdown] Blake, I should thank you for this, you know. Going insane, it's strangely liberating, isn't it?

Nick Styles: I guess a Beretta in the butt beats a butterfly in a boot, huh?

Nick Styles: What the fuck is wrong with all y'all? Selling drugs to each other, cause ya damn sure ain't selling them in Beverly Hills. Killing yourselves, and for what? Make ya feel like a man? Or does it make ya dick hard? Punk motherfuckers.