One Battle After Another

One Battle After Another (2025) - Quotes

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The Beginning of a New Revolution

Taglines: The last revolution was just the beginning.

Born into Battle or Seeking It

Taglines: Some search for battle, others are born into it...

Inside Resemblance and Cautionary Concerns

Sister Rochelle: Unbelievable.
Willa: Do I look just like her?
Sister Rochelle: No, not really. But you do on the inside, which makes you quite a risk around here. The daughter of a rat is a baby rat, and we must be careful.

Cultural Relevance and Changing Narratives

Deandra: Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, Hooterville Junction.
Willa: Will no longer be so goddamn relevant.
Deandra: And women will not care if Dick finally got down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow.
Willa: Because black people will be in the street...
Deandra: ... looking for a brighter day.
Deandra, Willa: The revolution will not be televised.

Misunderstandings About Identity and Appearance

Willa: Why is your shirt so tight?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not gay, if that's what you're saying.
Willa: I didn't say that.
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I'm not a homosexual!
Willa: I did not say that, but I see the lifts in your shoes.

Defining Freedom Through Fearlessness

Sergio St. Carlos: You know what freedom is?
Bob: What?
Sergio St. Carlos: No fear. Just like Tom fucking Cruise.

The Complexity of Time and Parenthood

Bob: What was the fucking password, by the way, you fucking prick?
Comrade Josh: Time doesn't exist, yet it controls us anyway.
Bob: Oh, fuck you, you fucking moron! Fuck you! You obviously don't have kids, you fucking idiot!

A Lighthearted Exchange on Preferences

Talleyrand: What's my favorite kind of pussy?
Bob: Mexican hairless.

Tension Escalates Over Rendezvous Point

Bob: I need this rendezvous point, you understand what I'm saying? I need it.
Comrade Josh: I understand and the question is "What time is it?
Bob: Fuck! If you don't give me the rendezvous point, I swear to God I will hunt you down and stick a loaded, fuckin hot piece of dynamite right up your fuckin asshole.
Comrade Josh: Okay, this doesn't feel safe. You're violating my space right now.
Bob: Violating your space? Man, come on - what kind of revolutionary are you, brother? We're not even in the same room here. We're talking on the phone, like, man!
Comrade Josh: Okay, there's no need to shout. This is a violation of my space to me. These are noise triggers.
Bob: Fuckin noise triggers? Listen, I wanna know something. I wanna know one thing when this is all said and done: what is your name? I need to know your name.
Comrade Josh: My name is Comrade Josh.
Bob: Comrade Joshua? Get a better name. "Comrade Josh" - that's a fuckin ridiculous name for a revolutionary. First off. Second off, I want to know your coordinates. I want to know your location right now. What is it?
Comrade Josh: I'm in a secure location somewhere between the stolen land of the Wabanaki and the stolen land of the Chumash.
Bob: You're fuckin intolerable, man. You're really intolerable. This is not the way revolutionaries do shit. Do you know how hard you are to talk to? Do you know the information I'm trying to give you? You're a little nitpicking prick! That's what you are: a little nitpicking prick. And do you know what I'm gonna do to nitpicking pricks? I'm gonna call in a Greyhawk 10.
Comrade Josh: You're calling in a Greyhawk 10?
Bob: I'm calling in a Greyhawk 10, all right? I want you to get your supervisor on the phone right now, because I know you've got one. I know you've got one, Comrade Josh. All right, I'm going way over your fuckin head. Way over your head, all right? Put your commanding officer on the phone now!
Comrade Josh: Cause you're calling in a Greyhawk 10?
Bob: I'm calling in a Greyhawk 10, Comrade Josh.
Comrade Josh: Please hold.

Time and its Relevance in Battle

Bob: There are no hands on the clock.
Bob: Because they're not needed.
Comrade Josh: What time is it?
Bob: Uhh, fuck. You know, I don't remember that part. Let's not nitpick over the passwords.

Forgotten Code Amidst Confusion

Greeting Code Voice: I need the greeting code, Bob.
Bob: Uhh, fuck. Well, I don't remember the fucking greeting code because I got a little bit high.

Discussion of Perfidia Beverly Hills' Affiliations

Virgil Throckmorton: Do you know a black militant by the name of Perfidia Beverly Hills?
Virgil Throckmorton: And was she a member of the rebel group known as the French 75?
Virgil Throckmorton: Colonel Lockjaw, did you engage in a romantic relationship with this woman?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: Gentlemen, I have engaged the enemy face to face in battle, and in the dark alleys and shadows of espionage. I was once raped in reverse.
Virgil Throckmorton: Raped in reverse? Could you explain how that might work for us, Colonel Lockjaw?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: The enemy employed deception. I was drugged, and while unconscious my brain was not working but my power was, and I believe I was taken advantage of.
Virgil Throckmorton: What kind of proof do you have? If you were unconscious, how do you know this to be true?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I don't know it to be true, but I suspect it. When I awoke, there was sensitivity in a private place, and there was some residue of an interaction.
Virgil Throckmorton: Interaction?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: I believe she was a sperm thief.
Sandy Irvine: A semen demon?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: That's correct.
Virgil Throckmorton: Colonel Lockjaw, what would be the purpose of the enemy raping you in reverse?
Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: They saw the power of my mind and body. They desired it.

Questioning Responsibility in Driving Choices

Willa: How did you get home?
Bob: Well, with my car.
Willa: You drove?
Bob: So, what are you, my babysitter? Yeah, I know how to drink and drive, honey. I know what I'm doing.

Conversation About Preparedness and Knowledge

Danvers: Howard Summerville.
Sommerville: How are you?
Danvers: Good. The French 75. The resistance. The gringo coyote. Billygoat.
Sommerville: You've done your homework.
Danvers: Um-hum. Take a look around. Take it all in. You need anything?
Sommerville: I'm fine.
Danvers: Drink?
Sommerville: I'm ok.
Danvers: You're still alive. That's a good sign, right?
Sommerville: Seem to be.
Danvers: Yea. You know why?
Sommerville: You tell me.
Danvers: I will tell you. I need you to tell me where baby Charlene is, what's her name, where she lives. I need to know where the rocket man lives, I need to know his name.
Sommerville: I can cooperate. Their names are Fred Flintstone and Author Fonzarelli and their address is Alpha Centuri.
Danvers: I love it, I love it. Motherfucker's sitting on plastic in a container and he's still go jokes.
Sommerville: I just want you know I'm not scared.
Danvers: [pause] I appreciate that. If I was in your shoes I wouldn't be scared either. I just don't know if your sister would feel that way. What's, what's his sister's name?
Soldier: Pamela.
Danvers: [pause] Oh, no more jokes? What are their names? Where do they live?

Power, Suspicion, and Holiday Greetings

Junglepussy: [pointing a gun during bank robbery] Get your noses in the carpet! My name is Junglepussy. This is what power looks like. See my face? This some Set It Off shit. I don't want you, I just want your money. Your money... pays for my artillery, my supplies, my transportation, my dynamite, my message! I am what black power looks like. See my face? See my face! I'm the French 75...
Greeting Code Voice: Nothing is secure. Everything is wrong. No one is above suspicion.
Sandy Irvine: Merry Christmas. Hail, Saint Nick.

A Personal Situation from Sergio St. Carlos

Sergio St. Carlos: [[Harriet Tubman] I've got a little Latino ] situation going on at my place. All legit. From the heart. No cash.

Hope for the Future Generation

Perfidia Beverly Hills: Are you happy? Do you have love? What will you do when you get older? Will you try to change the world like I did? We failed, but maybe you will not. Maybe you will be the one who puts the world right.

Challenging Male Ego in Revolutionary Context

Perfidia Beverly Hills: Your crumbling male ego will never do the revolution like me. Fuck outta here.

Revolution and the Battle Within

Perfidia Beverly Hills: Every revolution begins fighting demons. Motherfuckers just end up fighting themselves.

Unexpected Afterlife Encounter in Battle

Perfidia Beverly Hills: [to Lockjaw] Wake up, soldier boy. You died and went to pussy heaven, motherfucker.

Declaration of War by Perfidia Beverly Hills

Perfidia Beverly Hills: My name is Perfidia Beverly Hills, and this is a declaration of war. We're here to right your wrongs, motherfucker. You've got an army growing in your fucking guts, and you put it there.

Creating a Show for a Revolution

Perfidia Beverly Hills: I want you to create a show, Pat. Okay? This is going to announce the motherfucking revolution. Make it good. Make it bright. Impress me.

Embracing Freedom and Personal Choice

Perfidia Beverly Hills: The message is clear. Free borders, free bodies, free choice and free from fucking fear.

Appreciation for Black Women

Col. Steven J. Lockjaw: You like black girls? I love em. I love em!

Desperation for Effective Weaponry

Ghetto" Pat Calhoun / "Rocketman" / Bob Ferguson: I need a weapon, man. All you've got are goddamn nunchuks here.

Struggling with Hair Styling Skills

Ghetto" Pat Calhoun / "Rocketman" / Bob Ferguson: I can't do her hair, man. You know that? I don't know how to do her hair right.

Emotional Detachment and Acceptance of Life

Ghetto" Pat Calhoun / "Rocketman" / Bob Ferguson: I don't get mad. I don't get mad about anything anymore.

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