Quotes from Emilio Estevez movies and TV shows - page 2 of 3

Gordon Bombay: You may make it. You may not, but that doesn't matter, Charlie. What matters is that we're here. Look around. Who ever thought we'd make it this far. 1, 2, 3. Triple Deke. Take your best shot. I believe in you, Charlie. Win or lose.
Charlie Conway: Thanks, Coach.
Gordon Bombay: Go get 'em.

Otto: I'm a repo man.
Leila: What's that?
Otto: It's a repossessor, I take back cars from dildos who don't pay their bills. Cool, huh?
Leila: No.

Bud: It helps if you dress like a detective. Detective dress kinda square. If you look like a detective people are gonna think you're packing something.
Otto: Are you?
Bud: Am I what?
Otto: Packing something?
Bud: Only an asshole gets killed for a car.

Otto: Excuse me while I fold my pants.

Leila: Charming friends you've got there, Otto.
Otto: Thanks, I made 'em myself.

Duke: The lights are growing dim Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am.
Otto: That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me.
Duke: Yeah, but it still hurts.

Leila: What about our relationship?
Otto: What?
Leila: Our relationship.
Otto: Fuck that.
Leila: You shithead! I'm glad I tortured you.

Bud: Credit is a sacred trust, it's what our free society is founded on. Do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? I said, do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia?
Otto: They don't pay bills in Russia, it's all free.
Bud: All free? Free my ass. What are you, a fuckin' commie? Huh?
Otto: No, I ain't no commie.
Bud: Well, you better not be. I don't want no commies in my car. No Christians either.

Richard Brewer: Lord, forgive us for our wrongdoings, for our misguidance by heathen religions. Thank you for keeping us alive. Lord, be with us in doing the right thing. Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallow be thy name.
William H. Bonney: Please, Dick. It's getting cold. (he and Dick both pull guns on each other) I could've killed you, Dick. I could've killed you, but I don't want to kill you. I want to eat.

William H. Bonney: You know, Sir, I do admire you, and I sure would like to touch the gun that's gonna kill Billy the Kid.

William H. Bonney: I could've killed ya Dick. I could've killed ya. But I don't wanna kill ya I wanna eat.
Richard Brewer: When we finish this meal you little rodent, we're gonna go out in the yard and see who has the right to run this group of regulators.
Doc: Richard, would you be so kind as to pass the gravy please?

Alex McSween: I'm not leaving my house.
William H. Bonney: Alex, if you stay they're gonna kill you. And then I'm gonna have to to go around and kill all the guys who killed you. That's a lot of killing.

Charley Bowdre: Hey, Billy. I've got to get out of here. I've got a wife. She's this little Mexican gal. Please, Billy.
William H. Bonney: Charley, if you don't stand up and start whooping some ass, you ain't ever gonna see her again.

Colonel Nathan Dudley: Mr. Bonney. Mr. McSween. This is Colonel Nathan Dudley out of Fort Scranton. Come on out, with your hands high.
William H. Bonney: Hahahahaha. With your hands high? I better reason with him. Hey, Colonel Shithead. You can kiss my ass. Get President Hayes down here, then we'll come out. We'll see how they like that one.

William H. Bonney: Reap the whirlwind, Brady. Reap it.

William H. Bonney: Reap it, Murphy, you son of a bitch.

Judge Bristol: ...and there be hanged by the neck till he be dead, dead, dead. Now, do you have anything to say, young man?
William H. Bonney: Yes I do, your Honor. You can go to hell, hell, hell.

William H. Bonney: "Buckshot George", that's your name. You wanted a name, that's it. "Buckshot George." It's a good name.
Hendry French: My name is Hendry William French.
William H. Bonney: That's a good name too.

John Simpson Chisum: Bonney you are a fool! You call yourself the scourge of New Mexico but by God, I am New Mexico, and you are dead.
William H. Bonney: Chuckles... let me tell you something Mr. New Mexico. I wouldn't give a bucket of piss for your future .

William H. Bonney: Just remember Pat. You'll never be me. You'll always be the man who shot Billy the Kid.