Quotes from Mel Gibson movies and TV shows - page 5 of 7

Voz: I never saw this.
Machete: Machete happens.

Voz: My molecule blaster doesn't quite work yet - keeps turning shit inside out.

Voz: Mendez wasn't my only boogeyman. North Korea, Russia, I have a Mendez everywhere. And in a matter of hours, they'll launch on one another, throwing the world into gargantuan, unrecoverable anarchy. Too many syllables? The world is fucked.
Machete: Why?
Voz: This world must end in order for a more perfect one to emerge. And like it or not, Mr. Machete, you're coming with me.

Max: I'm scared, Fif. You know why? It's that rat circus out there. I'm beginning to enjoy it.
Fifi: What is this, bonny week?
Max: Look. Any longer out on that road and I'm one of them, you know? A terminal crazy... only I got a bronze badge to say I'm one of the good guys.

Fifi: They say people don't believe in heroes anymore. Well damn them! You and me, Max, we're gonna give them back their heroes.
Max: Ah, Fif. Do you really expect me to go for that crap?
Fifi: You gotta admit I sounded good there for a minute, huh?

Max: I just can't get it clear in my head, Jess. He was so full of living, you know? He ran a franchise on it. Now there's nothing. And here I am trying to put sense to it, when I know there isn't any.

Max: I got all I need here.
Papagallo: You don't have a future. I could offer you that.

Max: Two days ago, I saw a vehicle that would haul that tanker. You want to get out of here? You talk to me.

Max: I want to drive that truck.
Zetta: And how do you plan to do that? Look at yourself. You couldn't drive a wheelchair.

Max: If it's all the same to you... I'll drive that tanker.
Pappagallo: The offer is closed. Too late for deals.
Max: No deals. I want to drive that truck.

Max: I'm just here for the gasoline.

Justin McLeod: Is it this? Is this what you see? I assure you it is human. But if that's all you see, then you don't see me. You can't see me.

Justin McLeod: If you're going to plagiarize, you could at least show the courtesy of copying.
Chuck Norstadt: What are you talking about?
Justin McLeod: Don't! Who wrote this? Who?
Chuck Norstadt: Bill Garfield.
Justin McLeod: Never heard of him.
Chuck Norstadt: He's at Columbia.
Justin McLeod: Ah! I see you're a high-class cheat.
Chuck Norstadt: I'm not a cheat, listen.
Justin McLeod: Yes you are.
Chuck Norstadt: I hate writing.
Justin McLeod: Aut disce aut discede.

Chuck Norstadt: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I betrayed you. I stabbed you in the back, and I don't even know why.
Justin McLeod: Oh, come on, we're not doing Julius Caesar now.
Chuck Norstadt: What?
Justin McLeod: "Et tu, Chuckus"? It's all right, I'll live with it.
Chuck Norstadt: You mean, you don't hate my guts?
Justin McLeod: No, I don't hate your guts.

Justin McLeod: People spend too much time thinking of the past. Whatever else it is, it's gone.

Detective Skinner: Special Agent Skinner. I'm a detective.
Dixie: You got some Oragel? This fucking cavity's going into my brain. Morphine, Motrin, Tylenol, anything? Come on, you call yourself a dentist?
Detective Skinner: Detective. Teeth, gums, gingivitis are out of my line.

Tom Tom: Why did you call me an idiot?
Detective Skinner: Wild guess.

Charley Best: You amaze me. After all that you're gonna arrest some two-bit Indian hustler for murder based on the desperate testimony of this, uh, skateboard riding halfwit.
Detective Skinner: I knew you'd catch on eventually.

Detective Skinner: No, don't be so fucking stupid.
Tom Tom: I am fucking stupid.

Detective Skinner: I could play the violin and wipe my own ass all at the same time.