Reese Feldman Quotes
Frankly, we're a little mimed out.
Ya know, I believe it was our buddy Bill Shakespeare who said, "To err is human, but to forgive, well that's right on."
Kitty: Don't stress. Just relax.
Reese Feldman: I don't understand man, I don't understand. You can lose keys, ya know, you can lose your wallet. How... how do you lose a plane?
Terrence Meyers: Reese, come on. What do you want me to do? You got three out of four planes in. That's still a lot of coke.
Reese Feldman: Now, see that? That's the kind of winning attitude that's gonna take this enterprise straight to the top.
Big Earl: [on the phone with Reese Feldman] What are you wearing? Real quick, be honest.
Reese Feldman: What am I wearing? A silk flowered shirt and a vest. Why?
Big Earl: Oh that's gorgeous.
Reese Feldman: You sick son of a bitch.
Big Earl: Don't hang up. Don't hang up.
[Reese hangs up]
Starsky: This is a bad man. And this is what bad men do.
Elizabeth: A pony?
Reese Feldman: Happy bat Mitzvah baby, I love you.
Starsky: Hey there, little fella. You OK?
Hutch: Hey Reese, this is a nice boat, is it yours?
Reese Feldman: Actually, that's a yacht.
Hutch: Oh, I'm sorry, a yacht.
Starsky: Hutch, can we please focus on the investigation?
Kitty: Oh, my God, we almost nearly got killed.
Reese Feldman: Thank you for pointing out something I wouldn't have noticed by myself. You're a benefit to have.
Reese Feldman: Will you do my back, please. I don't wanna tan weird, am I tanning weird?
Kitty: No you look really good, you're really bronzing.
Reese Feldman: You know a lot about golf.
Huggy Bear: I know even more about grass.
Reese Feldman: [to a drug dealer] Coke: It costs *money*. Planes: they cost money. This yacht, this perm, my kid's braces: it all costs money.
[pointing at his mistress]
Reese Feldman: Do you think Kitty's free?
Reese Feldman: [Kitty kisses Reese] Mmm... why'd I'd get so lucky?
Kitty: I dunno... I just love when you talk so tough...
Reese Feldman: Of course you do baby, that's why you're my girlfriend on the side.
Starsky: Seriously, do it. Do it. Do it.
Reese Feldman: Listen, jackass. You either give me a ticket, or get the hell off this stage, you dig that?
[Starsky point his gun to Reese]
Reese Feldman: Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys.
Starsky: Pop the trunk, Candyman.
Hutch: You heard him. Pop it!
Captain Doby: What the hell are you two doing?
Starsky: Pop IT!