I'm a tall drink of water, I gotta stretch my shit out.

Ricky Slade

Ricky Slade: [to Jim the Driver]
[rolls window up]
Ricky Slade: Takin' a time out from you, Jimbo.
Bobby: That's not cool.
Ricky Slade: I don't want him fuckin' looking at me all the time.
Bobby: I don't want him to think your fuckin' blowing me.
Ricky Slade: You're so fucking wierd.

Ricky Slade: Excuse me, what, you don't have to hit me. Excuse me.
Bernardo: What?
Ricky Slade: I'm sweeping, you don't have to hit me with your whip. What do you have a horse outside, don't hit me with the whip please.

Ricky Slade: I don't know why we don't get a drink, sittin' inside this place.
Bobby: Chloe wanted to come here.
Ricky Slade: She doesn't know where the hell she is, Bob. She'd have more fun if we were at Bordner's. She could play the trivia game that she likes or the little racing game thing she does .
Bobby: She's a little girl, little girls don't like going to bars.
Ricky Slade: We had fun. We went to bars when we were kids. Met all the different people. Right? Remember Slimmy?
Salesperson: Excuse me sir, there's no smoking in here.
Ricky Slade: Why, you serving food?
Salesperson: No, it's store policy. And you can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic.
Ricky Slade: You believe this shit. I can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic. Well, why don't you bring me a ashtray then. Can I color me that, a ceramic ashtray?

Here's what I'm gonna ask of you... We're going to be spending the night in New York, so it worked out well for all of us. I want you to take it back to the business class, I want you to round up a couple of honeys... At our hotel room we're gonna have kind of a pool party. California gangster-style, you know what I mean? Kick ass pool party thing.

Ricky Slade

Here's 50 bucks, take this in case I get drunk and call you a bitch later.

Ricky Slade

[Ricky holds some thugs at bay with a pistol]
Thug: His gun is a fucking starter pistol! I can see the red plug in your fucking barrel!
Ricky Slade: Listen to me, I intentionally make this gun look that way because I am smart.

Did you just let SCREECH in the fucking club?

Ricky Slade

Ricky Slade: You wanna bet me that I can't get a gun?
Bobby: You couldn't even get a handjob from the bridge and tunnel posse at the club last night!

Ricky Slade: Excuse me Honey, umm, where the drinks are concerned, is that a hidden tax? Does that fall under complementary up front service as well or is that something you pay for?
Flight Attendent: Oh no, no, they're complementary. Would you care for another one?
Ricky Slade: They're complementary?
Flight Attendent: Yes.
Ricky Slade: You bet your ass I would.

What are you an odds maker? You're going to work everyone through this thing here? Let me tell you something, fucko, if that motherfucker right there don't take that knife away from my friend's neck, I'll use all six shots to make sure you're dead. Now do you believe it? Do you fucking believe it?

Ricky Slade

Ricky Slade: Hey Jimmy, you got my pager number?
Jim the Driver: No, what is it?
Ricky Slade: I don't know, I was kinda hoping you knew.

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I'm a tall drink of water, I gotta stretch my shit out.

Ricky Slade

Ricky Slade: [to Jim the Driver]
[rolls window up]
Ricky Slade: Takin' a time out from you, Jimbo.
Bobby: That's not cool.
Ricky Slade: I don't want him fuckin' looking at me all the time.
Bobby: I don't want him to think your fuckin' blowing me.
Ricky Slade: You're so fucking wierd.