Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It’s called manslaughter.
Well, the f***ing hippies aren’t. That’s for goddamn sure.[Jay Sebring: Is everybody okay?]
You’re Rick f***ing Dalton. Don’t you forget it.
What, carrying his load? Yeah, that’s about right.[Allen Kincade: Is that how you’d describe your job, Cliff?]
Prison’s been trying to get me all my life. It ain’t got me yet.
If coming face-to-face with the failure that is your career ain’t worth crying about, then I don’t know what the f*** is.
Hey, you could do anything you want to him. S***, throw him off a building, right? Light him on fire. Hit him with a f***ing Lincoln, right? Get creative. Do whatever you want. He’s just happy for the opportunity.[to Randy, about Cliff]
Don’t cry in front of the Mexicans.[to Rick]
Watch now on:
Way ahead of you.[Pussycat: This was a mistake. You should leave.]
To my wife and all my sweethearts. May they never meet.[in character on Lancer]
Most important thing in this town is, when you’re making money, you buy a house in town. You don’t rent.
I could be one pool party away from starring in a new Polanski movie.
