You're running around like a Puerto Rican on the fifteenth of the month!


Did you just let SCREECH in the fucking club?

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.

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

Ricky Slade

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

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?

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: [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: 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!

Dr. Ian Malcolm: Eddie, is there any reason to think that the radio in the trailer might work?
Eddie Carr: If you feel at all qualified, try turning the switch to "on."

It is absolutely imperative that we work with the Costa Rican Department of Biological Preserves to establish a set of rules for the preservation and isolation of that island. These creatures require our absence to survive, not our help. And if we could only step aside and trust in nature, life will find a way.

John Hammond

Peter Ludlow: Roland, there's a job for you in San Diego if you want it.
Roland Tembo: No thank you. I believe I've spent enough time in the company of death.

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