Vincent: You got ten minutes. 10:01? I drive the cab to the hospital and execute your mother on my way out of town, and don't pretend indifference.
Max: I can't do this.
Felix: Now you're here. Why?
Max: I lost my stuff. The list.
Felix: I want you to listen to me real well. Special groups put together the list of dedos.
Max: Dedos?
Felix: Fingers, informants. Signal interceptions with voice-recognition software, surveillance. A very expensive counter-intelligence worked up that list. An important list, wouldn't you say? And you lost it?
Max: Yeah, I'm sorry. Sorry.
Felix: Sorry? 'Sorry' does not put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
Max: What's with you, man?
Vincent: As in?
Max: As in, if somebody had a gun to your head and said, "You gotta tell me what's going on with this person over here or I'm gonna kill you. What is driving him? What is he thinking?" You know, you couldn't do it, could you? Because they would have to kill your ass because you don't know what anyone else is thinking. I think you're low, my brother. Way low.
Django: Django. The D is silent.
Dr. King Schultz: How do you like the bounty-hunting business?
Django: Kill white people and get paid for it? What's not to like?
Dr. King Schultz: Do you know what a bounty hunter is?
Django: You kill people, and they give you a reward.
Django: They caught my wife, and sold her. But I don't know who to.
Dr. King Schultz: That means we visit every plantation until we find her. And once the final Brittle brother lies dead in the dust, I am going to give you your freedom. And I'll take you to rescue your wife.
Curtis Taylor Jr.: Who was the first artist to sing "Hound Dog"?
C.C. White: Elvis Presley.
Curtis Taylor Jr.: Big Mama Thorton. She had the number-one single on the R&B charts, but the white stations wouldn't play it, because to them it was just another race record.
Effie Melody White: Tell me something, Curtis. Do you think it's right to promote an amateur performer over a professional?
Curtis Taylor Jr.: I'm not sure what this is about.
Effie Melody White: It's about fairness, Curtis. It's about people paying their dues. Isn't that what you keep telling me?"Get in line, Effie. Wait your turn." So why am I sitting here without so much as a B-side on a 45, when an amateur like Martin Luther King Jr. gets his own freaking album? I mean, can he even sing?
Curtis Taylor Jr.: Deena, you know why I chose you to sing lead? Because your voice... has no personality. No depth. Except for what I put in there.
C.C. White: Isn't music supposed to express what people are feeling?
Curtis Taylor Jr.: Music is supposed to sell.
Motherfucker Jones: I think I can help you boys.
Kurt Buckman: Are you a businessman?
Motherfucker Jones: Motherfucker Jones.
Dale Arbus: Your first name is 'Motherfucker?
Motherfucker Jones: My real name is Dean.
Nick Hendricks: Dean Jones, that's the same name of the actor in Herbie and the Love Bug.
Kurt Buckman: Yeah, he probably doesn't even know who that is.
Motherfucker Jones: I know who he is, bitch. I can't walk around this fucking neighborhood with that Disney-ass name.
Ronald Fleury: You ever been to the U.S., Colonel?
Colonel Faris Al Ghazi: Yeah, I have been there once. I spent four days in Quantico. I also saw Michael Jordan play for the Washington Wizards.
Colonel Faris Al Ghazi: I'm forty-two years old. I have two daughters and a son. Beautiful son. And I find myself in a place where I no longer care about why we are attacked. I only care that one hundred people woke up a few mornings ago, and had no idea it was their last. When we catch the man who murdered these people, I don't care to ask even one question. I want to kill him. Do you understand?
Ronald Fleury: Yes, I do.
Adam Leavitt: How many princes are there?
Colonel Faris Al Ghazi: Over five thousand.
Ronald Fleury: Does every prince get a palace this big?
Colonel Faris Al Ghazi: Some get bigger.
Adam Leavitt: And who pays for all this?
Grant Sykes: Exxon. Chevron. Shell.
Grant Sykes: Look, you want to go? We go. I got you. But you have to check yourself.
Ronald Fleury: I'm checked.
Grant Sykes: Okay. I'm just checking that you're checked.
Colonel Faris Al Ghazi: You cannot touch evidence. Please leave it. You cannot question anyone without me present, touch a dead Muslim, or leave my sight at any time. Your safety is my primary concern.
Ronald Fleury: I thought your primary concern would be the investigation.
Colonel Faris Al Ghazi: And you would be mistaken.
Grant Sykes: I think this is one of those something happens to us, his head comes off kind of deals. You're our babysitter, right?
Adam Leavitt: We call that a babysitter.
Ronald Fleury: Does he know where Bin Laden is? That would be a huge promotion for me.
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