Jerry:
I need a lift in your el truck-o to the next town-o!
Frank:
Guns don't kill people - postal workers do.
Leroy:
I'm here to regulate funkiness.
Samantha:
You have managed to Forrest Gump your way through this.
Samantha:
By the grace of God or I don't know what honey you have managed to Forrest Gump your way through this. If we run now, we're going to be running the rest of our lives.
Car Thief:
If you're going to kill me at least tell me who it is that's going to send me to God. Tell me!
Jerry:
Look, I'm not going to kill you. But I am going to have to shoot you.
Car Thief:
But why, sir? Why?
Jerry:
Why? Why? Because you stole from me and you know about the pistol and you're just gonna steal again and I can't have you coming back in the situation like a fly in the ointment.
Car Thief:
No, I won't be a fly! You'll never see me again.
Jerry:
Look, you're getting shot and that's it. It will take you time to get to the next town especially if you're limping.
Car Thief:
Wait! Wait! What? Limping? Can't you just tie me up some more? I mean, fuck, you shoot me? Tie me!
Jerry:
Yeah. I don't have a rope.
Car Thief:
So you shoot me?
Jerry:
It's the American way.
Samantha:
I have to ask you a question. It's a good one so think about it. If two people love each other, but they just can't seem to get it together, when do you get to that point of enough is enough?
Jerry:
Never.
Samantha:
Real emotion transcends language Jerry. You don't have to understand their words to feel their pain.
Jerry:
"Elllll-Camino!"
Samantha:
What was that?
Leroy:
What?
Samantha:
That (points eyes to the right) moment?
Leroy:
"What? What moment...?
Samantha:
...Are you gay?
Leroy:
As in happy?
Samantha:
As in homosexual...?
Leroy:
What does my sexuality have anything to do with this?
Samantha:
You just checked that guy out and had a 'moment'!
Samantha:
I am a hostage? This is so Jerry.
Samantha:
Oh, NOW! you're BLAMESHIFTING!
Samantha:
All right. Jerry, I want you to acknowledge that my needs means nothing to you and you're a selfish prick and a liar.
Jerry:
Oh, my God!
Samantha:
Jerry, acknowledge.
Jerry:
I... Ok. I will acknowledge that I promised to go to Vegas with you. But now we're just slightly delayed. If you want to construe my wanting to stay alive as being selfish, well, then okay. But I have every intention of going with you because your needs are very important to me, sweetheart. Come on. Look at my all my stuff here, all over the pavement. Come on, baby? Huh? What do you say? Ok?
Samantha:
I'm going with or without you, Jerry. What's it gonna be? A bastard!
Jerry:
A bastard. What happened to, uh, "sweetheart" and "big love" and all those things you called me in the bedroom last night?
Samantha:
The only thing I'm interested in calling you, Jerry, is a cab!
Jerry:
You're missing the grand design here! If I don't go, I'm dead! Yeah. And it's a little hard to carry on a relationship when I'm stuffed with straw and formaldehyde.
Leroy:
Jerry, I want you to know. You're the craziest fuck I ever met.
Samantha:
I'm sensing you have trust issues.
Leroy:
Don't you love him?
Samantha:
I think that's the problem. We love each other too much.
Leroy:
A lot of people are under the impression that you get to choose who you love.
Jerry:
I don't know what it takes! I'm new in the fuck you business.
Jerry:
Yeah...”you're just doing your job...”
Ted:
Hey, I do what I have to do, okay?
Jerry:
Would you listen to yourself? You sound like Schultz from Hogan's Heroes!
[
Imitating]
Jerry:
"I know nothing! Nothing!"
Winston Baldry:
Do you want me to rape you?
Samantha:
Are you gay?
Winston Baldry:
Do you want me to rape you?
Samantha:
You are gay.
Jerry:
Baby, what are you doing?
Samantha:
You said this was your last job, Jerry!
Jerry:
What do you want me to say? I'm sorry, I can't, the old lady wants me to quit. Fuck off.
Samantha:
Yes! Something like that. Like exactly!
Jerry:
I'm not in insurance, sweetie!
Jerry:
Just one more word Sam, and I'll crash THIS FUCKING CAR!
Leroy:
I know we're all a little grouchy right now. We'll get something to eat, you'll get the pistol and then we'll go our separate ways.
Samantha:
Really separate ways.
Jerry:
Don't start, Sam.
Samantha:
Shut up. I'll start because I have the right...
Jerry:
Why do you do that? Do not tell me to shut up. We had an agreement, remember?
Samantha:
Shut up.
Leroy:
Why don't we all shut up a bit?
Jerry:
I swear to God, I will crash this fucking car right now.
Leroy:
Jerry, don't do that.
Jerry:
I will. One more word out of you. Another word, Sam. One more word. I swear to fucking God.
Samantha:
Naugahyde.
Jerry:
All right.
Samantha:
You know, you're very sensitive for a cold blooded killer.
Joe the Pawnshop Owner:
Hola.
Ted:
I no fuck around, comprende? Gun, gun, loaded. Bang, bang. You dead.
Joe the Pawnshop Owner:
Do you have a speech impediment?
Samantha:
Do you have any idea what I have been through these last few days?
Jerry:
Oh, Sam, whatever you've been through multiply that by 1000 and you'll have a vague conception of where I'm at.
Samantha:
Oh! Oh, isn't that typical, Jerry? It's all a competition. Tit for tat, tat for tit.
Jerry:
Stop yelling, for Christ sake! Listen, how are you? Are you ok? Are you all right? Where are you?
Samantha:
Toluca airport, Jerry. And things are shitty, really shitty!
[
repeated line]
Car Rental Rep:
Raoul!
Jerry:
Could you turn that down? You don't even speak Spanish.
Samantha:
Emotion transcends language.
Jerry:
Hola!
Mexican Policeman:
Is this your dog?
Jerry:
Uh, sort of...
Mexican Policeman:
He does have a personality, that cetainly counts for something.
Jerry:
Yeah, good guy...
Mexican Policeman:
This your car?
Jerry:
Yeah, it's a rental... I'm an American.
Mexican Policeman:
No shit?
Jerry:
Yeah.
Mexican Policeman:
Really?
Jerry:
Yeah, yeah...
Mexican Policeman:
I am a Mexican.
Jerry:
[
pause and nod] Cool.
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