Favourite Movie Quotes

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Escape From New York (1981)

The first one is such a classic you can buy a T-Shirt of it

Bob Hauk: There was an accident. About an hour ago, a small jet went down inside New York City. The President was on board.
Snake Plissken: The president of what?

Bob Hauk: You going to kill me, Snake?
Snake Plissken: Not now, I'm too tired.
[pause]
Snake Plissken: Maybe later.

Girl in "Chock Full O'Nuts": You're a cop!
Snake Plissken: I'm an asshole...

Bob Hauk: [Snake holds up his handcuffs] I'm not a fool, Plissken.
Snake Plissken: [whispering] Call me "Snake."

Bob Hauk: It's the survival of the human race, Plissken. Something you don't give a shit about.

Bob Hauk: Plissken? Plissken, what are you doing?
Snake Plissken: Playing with myself! I'm going in.

Snake Plissken: [radioing a pullout request] All right, get your machine ready, I'm coming out.
Bob Hauk: 18 hours left, Plissken!
Snake Plissken: Listen to me, Hauk. The President is dead, you got that? Somebody's had him for dinner!Bob Hauk: Plissken, if you get back in that glider and fly back here without the tape or the President, I'll shoot you down myself! You try to climb out, I'll burn you off the wall! Do you understand that, Plissken?Snake Plissken: [beat] A little human compassion.

Snake Plissken: Where's the President?
Cabbie: The Duke got him. Everybody knows the Duke's got him. You don't have to put a gun to my head. I'll tell you.
Snake Plissken: Who's the Duke?
Cabbie: The Duke? The Duke of New York, A-Number-1, the Big Man, that's who!
Snake Plissken: I wanna meet this Duke.
Cabbie: You can't meet the Duke! Are you crazy? Nobody gets to meet the Duke. You meet him once and then you're dead!

Brain: I swear to God, Snake, I thought you were dead.
Snake Plissken: Yeah. You and everybody else.

Snake Plissken: [bitterly] We were buddies, Harold. You, me, and Fresno Bob. You know what they did to Bob, huh?

Cabbie: Hey. You're Snake Plissken, ain't you?
Snake Plissken: What do you want?
Cabbie: Nothing. I thought you were dead.

Maggie: Brain, this is Broadway.
Snake Plissken: What's wrong with Broadway?

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Say Anything (1989)

Lloyd Dobler: I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.

Lloyd Dobler: She broke up with me. What do I do? Can she come back? How can I get her back? I can't--I can't get her to talk to me. It's all so f**ked up. I feel like crying. She gave me a pen. I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen.

Lloyd Dobler: I got a question. If you guys know so much about women, how come you're here at like the Gas 'n' Sip on a Saturday night completely alone drinking beers with no women anywhere?
Joe: By choice, man.

Joe: Dude, where'd she dump you, man?
Lloyd Dobler: In the car.
Denny: Oh, man, your car? Man, Dissed in the Malibu. That's your castle, man.

Denny: Man, all you gotta do is find a girl that looks just like her, nail her, and then dump her, man. Get her of your mind.
Mark: Your only mistake is that you didn't dump her first. Diane Court is a show pony. You need a stallion, my friend. Walk with us and you walk tall.
Luke: Bitches, man.

Joe: [Lloyd has just explained his feelings for Diane] Dude, I don't even feel that way about my car, man.

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Death Wish (1974)

Prostitute at Diner: [after NYPD paddy wagon drives by] Hey, there goes the pussy posse!

Sam Kreutzer: [Paul and Sam listen to a police statement on the news] I'll bet muggings are down. They're afraid to tell us.
Paul Kersey: There's only one way to find out. Take a walk on Columbus Avenue tonight.
Sam Kreutzer: Thanks a lot, Paul. I think I'll wait for the official report.

Ames Jainchill: You're probably one of them knee-jerk liberals thinks us gun boys will shoot our guns because it's an extension of our penises.
Paul Kersey: Never thought about it that way. It could be true.
Ames Jainchill: Well, maybe it is, but this is gun country.


Frank Ochoa: We want you to get out of New York... permanently.
Paul Kersey: [pause] Inspector... By sundown?

Andrew McCabe: [TV News report] So we come out of the hole and through the gate, and we caught this guy running, and uh, we roughed him up a little bit before the police came.
Second TV-8-News Reporter: Well, the hospital report says the man had two broken arms, a broken jaw, and cracked ribs.
Andrew McCabe: [sarcastically, showing insincere sympathy] No kiddin'. Jeez, the poorr guy must have fell down.

Paul Kersey: [Kersey confronts the mugger who wounded him in the leg] Hey!
[the mugger faces Kersey and knows Kersey has the drop on him]
Paul Kersey: Fill your hand.
Mugger: [puzzled, evidently not familiar with the old-West metaphor] Huh?
Paul Kersey: Draw.

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Death Wish 2 (1982)

Paul Kersey: You believe in Jesus?
Stomper: Yes, I do.
Paul Kersey: Well, you're gonna meet him.
[Paul shoots Stomper dead]

Inspector Lt. Mankiewicz: Let me get this straight... some guy comes up from out of nowhere. He starts shooting, and you and your wife don't know what he looks like?
Tourist: That guy saved our lives, dammit! Where the hell were you guys? Giving out parking tickets?
Inspector Lt. Mankiewicz: All right, lady, what did he look like?
Tourist's Wife: He was... a...
Tourist: He was a very good citizen, that's what he was!
Inspector Lt. Mankiewicz: He was a killer! Now do you want to stay here forever? Play it that way! You are vital witnesses! Now don't play games with me. You both saw him. Now I want the description!

[last lines]
Elliott Cass: Betty's giving a new building party next Thursday. We'd like you to join us.
Paul Kersey: I'll be there.
Elliott Cass: Are you sure you're free?
Paul Kersey: What else would I be doing?

Paul Kersey: [after getting caught killing Nirvana with a electro shock machine] He raped and killed my daughter.
Donald Kay: I read about it. I'll give you three minutes until I ring the alarm.
[Paul is caught off-guard]
Donald Kay: You're wasting time.

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Death Wish 3 (1985)

Paul Kersey: Hey, what's the problem?
Punk at Car #1: What?
Paul Kersey: With the car... what's the problem?
Punk at Car #1: Just get outta my f**kin' face. Who are you?
Punk at Car #2: We're stealing a f**kin' car. What's it to you?
Paul Kersey: It's my car.
Punk at Car #1: Now you gonna die!
[Kersey shoots them both dead]

Paul Kersey: It's like killing roaches - you have to kill 'em all. Otherwise, what's the use?

Paul Kersey: My friend Wildey's coming.

Eli Kaprov: [inspecting a booby-trap, Kersey notices something] What are those?
Paul Kersey: Teeth.

Bennett: [after watching Kersey make his own bullets for half an hour] You load the shells yourself?
Paul Kersey: Nothing's too good for our friends!

Bennett: We heard shots. What happened?
Paul Kersey: I sent them a message

Bennett: What's the car for?
Paul Kersey: Bait.

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Neighbors (1981)

Vic: Hey Earl, want some of your daughter's panties? They come in four flavors; banana, peach, mint and, of course, CHERRY.

Vic: Ramona and I haven't eaten all day. We could eat a baby's butt through a park bench.

Vic: Believe me, I know women - upside down and backwards, which is not a bad way to know
'em, huh?

Ramona: He tried to pork me.
Earl Keese: Pork you? What?
Ramona: You know you did.
Earl Keese: I swear, I never touched her.
Ramona: Well, I wasn't born with your hand in my bush.
Earl Keese: Enid... help me.

Ramona: I was real friendly with a boy named Earl once - well, twice really.

Pa Greavy: Well, I hear you got a whore in there.
Earl Keese: Who told you that?
Pa Greavy: That's what I heard.
Earl Keese: Well, you heard wrong.
Pa Greavy: You ain't got a whore in there?
Earl Keese: No.
Pa Greavy: Wouldn't know where I could find one?
Earl Keese: Of course not!
Pa Greavy: One shows up, let me know?

Vic: And that is where you saw her mammae.
Earl Keese: Her mammal?
Vic: Her honkers, Earl.
Earl Keese: She dropped the towel.
Vic: Did she drop it, or did you psychically will it to fall?

Ramona: What are you so nervous about, Earl? Afraid Vic will think you're up here... chewin' me?

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

I see Rockford has already done Mystery Train so I'll do the other Jarmusch classic Night On Earth(1991)

Yoyo: What's your name, man?
Helmut Grokenberger: Helmut Grokenberger.[pointing to his cab license]
Helmut Grokenberger: Here, you can read it. That's me.
Yoyo: Helmet?
Helmut Grokenberger: Helmut.
Yoyo: That's your name?
Helmut Grokenberger: Yeah.
Yoyo: Ha ha ha ha ha. That's a f**ked up name to be namin' your kid! Helmet! See, 'cause in English, a helmet would be like, you know, like somethin' you would wear on your head, you know? You a... a helmet! Ha ha ha! In English, that would be like callin' your kid, uh, oh shit, "Lampshade" or some shit like that: 'Hey, Lampshade! Come here and clean up your room!' Ha ha ha ha ha!
Helmut Grokenberger: So, what's your name?
Yoyo: Yoyo.
Helmut Grokenberger: What?
Yoyo: Yoyo. That's my name.
Helmut Grokenberger: Is your Name? Yoyo?
Yoyo: What? Yoyo!
Helmut Grokenberger: Yoyo. Yoyo.[laughing]
Helmut Grokenberger: Yoyo. Ist Spielzeug für Kinder.
Yoyo: It ain't got nothin' to do with that. It's my name. Yoyo.
Helmut Grokenberger: It's a toy for kids, Yoyo.
Yoyo: Ain't got nothin' to do with that, man.
Helmut Grokenberger: Okay. Your name Yoyo, my name Helmut. Yoyo, Helmut. It's good.
Yoyo: Helmet?

Blind Woman: Listen, jerk-off, I can do anything you can and a lot of things you'll never do. I'm blind, that's all.
Paris Driver: You can't drive a car, for example.
Blind Woman: And you can?

Driver: If there's no room at the Hotel Genius, I'll take a room at the Hotel Imbecile.


Helmut Grokenberger: [Yoyo and Helmut happen to be wearing markedly similar winter hats] We have the same... we have the same hat.
Yoyo: What?
Helmut Grokenberger: The same hat.
Yoyo: No, no no, mine's different.
Helmut Grokenberger: Oh no, it's the same hat!
Yoyo: Mine's different, man!
Helmut Grokenberger: [pointing to the front of the hat] This is different, here.
Yoyo: Mine's-mine's the newest/latest, m-mine's fresh!
Helmut Grokenberger: No, the ear things here. The same! Here...
Yoyo: Naw, naw man, look mine is the, the hype!
Helmut Grokenberger: What is this? Hype?
Yoyo: The hype.
Helmut Grokenberger: What's a hype?
Yoyo: It's fresh!
Helmut Grokenberger: Fresh? Fresh hat?
Yoyo: It's the jammin', the newest/latest.
Helmut Grokenberger: Fresh hat! That sounds good, fresh hat!
Yoyo: ...right.

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Spaceballs (1987)

Colonel Sandurz: Try here. Stop.
Dark Helmet: What the hell am I looking at? When does this happen in the movie?
Colonel Sandurz: Now. You're looking at now, sir. Everything that happens now, is happening now.
Dark Helmet: What happened to then?
Colonel Sandurz: We passed then.
Dark Helmet: When?
Colonel Sandurz: Just now. We're at now now.
Dark Helmet: Go back to then.
Colonel Sandurz: When?
Dark Helmet: Now.
Colonel Sandurz: Now?
Dark Helmet: Now.
Colonel Sandurz: I can't.
Dark Helmet: Why?
Colonel Sandurz: We missed it.
Dark Helmet: When?
Colonel Sandurz: Just now.
Dark Helmet: When will then be now?
Colonel Sandurz: Soon.
Dark Helmet: How soon?

Dark Helmet: Before you die there is something you should know about us, Lone Starr.
Lone Starr: What?
Dark Helmet: I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate.
Lone Starr: What's that make us?
Dark Helmet: Absolutely nothing! Which is what you are about to become.

Dark Helmet: What's the matter, Colonel Sandurz? CHICKEN?

Captain of the Guard: You idiots! These are not them! You've captured their stunt doubles!

[watching himself crash into the ship's console while fast-forwarding through Spaceballs: The Movie video cassette]
Dark Helmet: No, no, no. Go past this. Pass this part. In fact, never play this again.

Barf: I'm a mawg: half man, half dog. I'm my own best friend!

Lone Starr: I wonder, will we ever see each other again?
Yogurt: Who knows? God willing, we'll all meet again in Spaceballs 2: The Search for More Money.

Colonel Sandurz: [squeaks] Prepare ship...
[tries again, with booming voice]
Colonel Sandurz: Prepare ship for ludicrous speed! Fasten all seatbelts, seal all entrances and exits, close all shops in the mall, cancel the three ring circus, secure all animals in the zoo!

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Action Jackson (1988)

Officer Kornblau: It was a regular f**k-o-rama at my place last night.
Officer Lack: Can the shit, Kornblau. There ain't been any pussy at your pad since your mother helped you move in. They oughta call your place the House of Whacks.

Capt. Earl Armbruster: Just because Dellaplane had a few family problems...
Action Jackson: The man's son is a sexual psychopath! If I had family problems like that, I'd have myself neutered.
Capt. Earl Armbruster: You almost tore that boy's arm off!
Action Jackson: So? He had a spare.

Albert: Wh-who's Axon...?
Officer Lack: *Action*, Albert. *Action Jackson*.
Officer Kornblau: Yeah, some say he didn't even have a mother. That some researchers at NASA created him to be the first man to walk on the moon without a space suit.
Officer Lack: Mm-hmm.
Officer Kornblau: Others say his mother was molested by Bigfoot and, uh, Jackson is their mutant offspring.
Officer Lack: They bring in Jackson when they want to re-educate some young ne'er-do-well such as yourself, Albert.
Officer Kornblau: Yeah, I remember one kid got re-educated so bad, his testicles climbed back up into his belly. Wouldn't come out.
Officer Lack: They called it a medical miracle.
Officer Kornblau: Yeah. Another kid, handcuffed to a chair; gnawed his own hand off like a trapped skunk, or wolverine, or somethin'.

Officer Lack: Have you ever had your head forcibly rammed up your ass?
Officer Kornblau: uh, no
Officer Lack: Well mark your calendar...that day's coming!

Detective Kotterwell: Hey! You're Kid Sable, aren't you?
Kid Sable: You better believe it, brother!

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Warriors (1979)

Luther: [clicking beer bottles together] Waaaarrrrrriiiorsss, come out to pla-i-ay!

Riffs leader: You Warriors are good. Real good.
Swan: The best.

Ajax: I'll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle.

Swan: Why'd you do it? Why'd you waste Cyrus?
Luther: No reason. I just... like doing things like that!

Cyrus: Now, look what we have here before us. We got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We've got the Moonrunners right by the Van Cortlandt Rangers. Nobody is wasting nobody. That... is a miracle. And miracles is the way things ought to be.
Cyrus: You're standing right now with nine delegates from 100 gangs. And there's over a hundred more. That's 20,000 hardcore members. Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers! Now, there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town. Can you dig it?

Mercy: See that dude? Over there! He's after you, and he's got some guys with him.
Swan: I know they're on my ass,[looks in their direction]
Swan: but now they know I know it.

Swan: You recognize them?
Fox: Orphans. So far down they're not even on the map. Real low class.
Swan: Numbers?
Fox: Full strength: maybe 30?
Vermin: Thirty. A lot more than eight.
Ajax: Not if they're wimps!... and I'm sick of this running crap.

Swan: This is what we fought all night to get back to?


Ajax: Maybe you're all just goin' twig.

Rembrandt: [realizing that the Lizzies have lured them into a trap] Shit! The chicks are packed! The chicks are packed!

Fox: [to Mercy] We're not going to hide who we are just because some whore shakes her ass.
Mercy: Don't call me no whore. I ain't no whore!

Cochese: We're going in there with nothing?
Snow: We're going like everybody else: nine guys, no weapons.

Masai: [addressing the Gramercy Riffs] Who are the Warriors?
[no reply]
Masai: There must be some word!
[no reply]
Masai: I want them all! I want ALL the Warriors! I want them alive, if possible. If not, wasted! But I want them. Send the word!

Swan: Did you see him get busted?
Cochise: I seen him, then he wasn't there no more... I was hauling ass!
Swan: Why don't you look around and make sure we're okay.
Rembrandt: This is a graveyard!

Orphan Leader: [brandishing a razor and shouting] You see what you get, Warriors? You see what you get when you mess with the Orphans?

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

Here's one that you could put up the entire script as classic quotes.

Better Off Dead (1985)

Tree Trimmer: Now that's a real shame when folks be throwin' away a perfectly good white boy

Charles De Mar: Lane, I've been going to this high school for seven and a half years. I'm no dummy. I know high school girls.

Lane Myer: Johnny...
Johnny: Four weeks, twenty papers, that's two dollars. Plus tip.
Lane Myer: Gee Johnny, I don't have a dime.
Johnny: Didn't ask for a dime. Two dollars.
Lane Myer: Well... it's funny see... my mom, had to leave early to take my brother to school and my dad to work cuz...
Johnny: ...two dollars... cash.
Lane Myer: See... the problem here is that... my little brother, this morning, got his arm caught in the microwave, and uh... my grandmother dropped acid and she freaked out, and hijacked a school bus full of... penguins, so it's kind of a family crisis... so come back later? Great.

Charles De Mar:This is pure snow! It's everywhere! Do you have any idea what the street value of this mountain is?

Charles De Mar: Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.

Lane Myer: Gee, I'm real sorry your mom blew up, Ricky.

Lane Myer: Two brothers... One speaks no English, the other learned English from watching "The Wide World of Sports." So you tell me... Which is better, speaking no English at all, or speaking Howard Cosell?

Lane Myer: She only speaks French, Roy. She doesn't speak imbecile.

Monique Junot: I figured if we had nothing to say to each other he would get bored; go away. But instead he uses it as an excuse to put his testicles all over me.
Lane Myer: Excuse me?
Monique Junot: You know, like octopus? Testicles?
Lane Myer: Ohhhh. Tentacles. N-T. Tentacles; big Difference

Mailman: What's a little boy like you doing with big boy smut like this?

Yee Sook Ree: Truly a sight to behold. A man beaten. The once great champ, now, a study in moppishness. No longer the victory hungry stallion we've raced so many times before, but a pathetic, washed up, aged ex-champion.
Lane Myer: Alright let's go!

Charles De Mar: And dying when you're not really sick is really sick, you know. Really!

Monique Junot: So you won't tell anyone?
Lane Myer: What, that you're a Dodgers fan?

Lane Myer: I have great fear of tools. I once made a birdhouse in woodshop and the fair housing committee condemned it. I can't.
Monique Junot: "I cannot do it" is your middle name.

Jenny Myer: [ladles an unidentifiable gelatinous substance onto dinner plates] I got the recipe from a magazine. The mail got wet in the rain, so some of the pages ran together, but what I couldn't read I just... improvised with my own little... creative ideas. It's got raisins in it. You *like* raisins.

Jenny Myer: It's real aardvark fur!

Yee Sook Ree: Language lessons. Inspired words, from a man, who KNOWS how to ski.

Lane Myer: [talking about skiing the K-12] Look Charles, I gotta do this. If I don't, I'll be nothing. I'll end up like my neighbor Ricky Smith. He just sits around crocheting all day and snorting nasal spray.
Charles De Mar: He snorts nasal spray? Know where I can score some?
Lane Myer: ARE YOU GONNA HELP ME OR NOT?

Charles De Mar: Wait, wait a minute...
[starts to snort snow off his top hat]
Charles De Mar: [sniff] Oh.
[shouts]
Charles De Mar: Oh! Ugh! Outrageous!
[raises right hand]
Charles De Mar: [shouts] I think I just froze the left half of my brain!
[waves arm in circles]
Charles De Mar: [shouts] Look! I can't move my right arm!
Lane Myer: This isn't funny, Charles! If I don't have a dream, I have nothing!
Charles De Mar: Ah, come on! It's Christmas Eve! I could be home right now, drinking this *monster* eggnog my brother makes with lighter fluid.

Roy Stalin: What is the next victim's name?
Roy's Ski Buddy #1: Uh Myer, Lane Myer.
Roy Stalin: Myer? Is that as in Oscar Mayer?
Roy's Ski Buddy #1: That's a roger, dude.
Roy Stalin: Beth, you were standing with Oscar. Is he your uh... your main wiener man?

 

[Det.Wojciehowicz]

A Clockwork Orange (1971)

Alex: It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.

Alex: There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Alex: No. No! NO! Stop it! Stop it, please! I beg you! This is sin! This is sin! This is sin! It's a sin, it's a sin, it's a sin!
Dr. Brodsky: Sin? What's all this about sin?
Alex: That! Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music!
Dr. Branom: Are you referring to the background score?
Alex: Yes.
Dr. Branom: You've heard Beethoven before?
Alex: Yes!
Dr. Brodsky: So, you're keen on music?
Alex: YES!
Dr. Brodsky: Can't be helped. Here's the punishment element perhaps.

Alex: No time for the old in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter.

[listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony]
Alex: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!

Alex: Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

Alex: As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside, but thinking all the time. So now it was to be Georgie the general, saying what we should do and what not to do, and Dim as his mindless greeding bulldog. But suddenly I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use, like, inspiration and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with the stereo on and I viddied right at once what to do.

Alex: Ho, ho, ho! Well, if it isn't fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!

Alex: Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.

Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now to give it the perfect ending was a bit of the old Ludwig van.

[Alex chats up two girls sucking penis-shaped lollies]
Alex: Enjoying that are you my darlin'? Bit cold and pointless isn't it my lovely? What's happened to yours my little sister?

Alex: I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it. If I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I told have.

Alex: Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep for ever, and ever and ever.

Alex: Hey dad, there's a strange fella sittin' on the sofa munchy-wunching lomticks of toast.
Dad: That's Joe. He lives here now. The lodger, that's what he is. He rents your room.

Alex: We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small expenditure.

Alex: Initiative comes to thems that wait.

Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in the gulliver so had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for wakening.

Alex: And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.

Minister: As I was saying, Alex, you can be instrumental in changing the public verdict. Do you understand, Alex? Have I made myself clear?
Alex: As an unmuddied lake, friend. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, friend.

Alex: The Durango '95 purred away real horrorshow. A nice, warm vibrate-y feeling all through your guttiwuts. Soon it was trees and dark, my brothers, with real country dark.