Reservoir Dogs Quotes
Mr. Brown : [ after Joe assigns names ] Yeah, yeah, but "Mr. Brown"? That's little too close to "Mr. Shit".
Mr. Pink : Yeah, "Mr. Pink" sounds like "Mr. Pussy". Tell you what, let me be Mr. Purple. That sounds good to me. I'm Mr. Purple.
Joe : You're *not* Mr. Purple. Somebody from another job's Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!
Mr. Pink : Yeah, "Mr. Pink" sounds like "Mr. Pussy". Tell you what, let me be Mr. Purple. That sounds good to me. I'm Mr. Purple.
Joe : You're *not* Mr. Purple. Somebody from another job's Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!
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K-Billy DJ : That was The Partridge Family's "Doesn't Somebody Want to be Wanted?", followed by Edison Lighthouse's "Love Grows where my Rosemary Goes" as K-Billy's Super Sounds of the 70's weekend just keeps on... truckin'.
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Mr. White : We're leaving. You should go with us.
Mr. Blonde : Nobody's goin' anywhere.
Mr. White : Piss on this fucking turd! We're outta here.
Mr. Blonde : Nobody's goin' anywhere.
Mr. White : Piss on this fucking turd! We're outta here.
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Mr. Pink : [ debating the messy situation at the warehouse ] Well, first things first. Staying here's goofy. We gotta book up.
Mr. White : So, what do you suggest, we go to a hotel? We got a guy who's shot in the belly, he can't walk, he bleeds like a stuck pig, and when he's awake he screams in pain.
Mr. Pink : You got an idea, spit it out.
Mr. White : Joe could help him. If we can get in touch with Joe, he could get him to a doctor. He could get a doctor to come see him.
Mr. Pink : Assuming we can trust Joe, how we gonna get in touch with him, huh? He's supposed to be here, but he ain't, which is making me very nervous about being here. Even if Joe is on the up and up, he's probably not gonna be too happy with us. Joe planned a robbery, but he's got a blood bath on his hands now. Dead cops, dead robbers, dead civillians... Jesus Christ! I tend to doubt he's gonna have a lot of sympathy for our plight. If I was him, I'd try to put as much distance between me and this mess as humanly possible.
Mr. White : So, what do you suggest, we go to a hotel? We got a guy who's shot in the belly, he can't walk, he bleeds like a stuck pig, and when he's awake he screams in pain.
Mr. Pink : You got an idea, spit it out.
Mr. White : Joe could help him. If we can get in touch with Joe, he could get him to a doctor. He could get a doctor to come see him.
Mr. Pink : Assuming we can trust Joe, how we gonna get in touch with him, huh? He's supposed to be here, but he ain't, which is making me very nervous about being here. Even if Joe is on the up and up, he's probably not gonna be too happy with us. Joe planned a robbery, but he's got a blood bath on his hands now. Dead cops, dead robbers, dead civillians... Jesus Christ! I tend to doubt he's gonna have a lot of sympathy for our plight. If I was him, I'd try to put as much distance between me and this mess as humanly possible.
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Mr. Pink : We still gotta get outta here.
Mr. Blonde : We're gonna sit here and wait.
Mr. White : For what, the cops?
Mr. Blonde : Nice Guy Eddie.
Mr. Pink : Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you think he isn't on a plane half way to Costa Rica?
Mr. Blonde : 'Cause I talked to him and he said he was on his way down here.
Mr. White : You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?
Mr. Blonde : You didn't ask.
Mr. White : Hardy fuckin' har.
Mr. Blonde : We're gonna sit here and wait.
Mr. White : For what, the cops?
Mr. Blonde : Nice Guy Eddie.
Mr. Pink : Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you think he isn't on a plane half way to Costa Rica?
Mr. Blonde : 'Cause I talked to him and he said he was on his way down here.
Mr. White : You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?
Mr. Blonde : You didn't ask.
Mr. White : Hardy fuckin' har.
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Mr. Pink : Hey, why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe : Because you're a faggot.
Mr. Pink : Why can't we pick our own colors?
Joe : No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn't work. You got four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black, but they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
Mr. Brown : Yeah, but Mr. Brown is a little too close to Mr. Shit.
Mr. Pink : Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.
Joe : You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK.
Mr. White : Who cares what your name is?
Mr. Pink : Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?
Joe : Hey! NOBODY'S trading with ANYBODY. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know. Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
Mr. Pink : Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.
Joe : I'll move on when I feel like it... All you guys got the goddamn message?... I'm so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let's go to work.
Joe : Because you're a faggot.
Mr. Pink : Why can't we pick our own colors?
Joe : No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn't work. You got four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black, but they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
Mr. Brown : Yeah, but Mr. Brown is a little too close to Mr. Shit.
Mr. Pink : Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.
Joe : You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK.
Mr. White : Who cares what your name is?
Mr. Pink : Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?
Joe : Hey! NOBODY'S trading with ANYBODY. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know. Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
Mr. Pink : Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.
Joe : I'll move on when I feel like it... All you guys got the goddamn message?... I'm so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let's go to work.
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Mr. Pink : [ entering the warehouse ] Was that a fucking setup, or what? [ sees Mr. White tending to a seriously wounded Mr. Orange ]
Mr. Pink : Shit. Orange got tagged?
Mr. White : Gut shot.
Mr. Pink : Fuck. Where's Brown?
Mr. White : Dead.
Mr. Pink : How did he die?
Mr. White : How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him.
Mr. Pink : This is so fucking bad. [ referring to Orange's wound ]
Mr. Pink : Is it bad?
Mr. White : As opposed to good?
Mr. Pink : Shit. Orange got tagged?
Mr. White : Gut shot.
Mr. Pink : Fuck. Where's Brown?
Mr. White : Dead.
Mr. Pink : How did he die?
Mr. White : How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him.
Mr. Pink : This is so fucking bad. [ referring to Orange's wound ]
Mr. Pink : Is it bad?
Mr. White : As opposed to good?
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[ Joe pulls out his gun and aims it at Mr. Orange ] [ In response, Mr. White pulls out his gun and aims it Joe ] [ Eddie pulls out his gun and aims it at Mr. White ]
Nice Guy Eddie : Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
Mr. White : Joe, you're making a terrible mistake. I'm not gonna let you make it.
Mr. Pink : Come on, guys! Nobody wants this! We're supposed to be fucking professionals!
Nice Guy Eddie : Larry, look. It's been quite a long time. A lot of jobs. There's no need for this, man. Lets just put our guns down, and lets settle this with a fuckin' conversation.
Mr. White : Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. I repeat: If you kill that man, you die next.
Nice Guy Eddie : Larry, we have been friends, and you respect my dad, and I respect you, but I will put fucking bullets right through your heart. You put that fuckin' gun down, now.
Mr. White : Goddamn you, Joe. Don't make me do this.
Nice Guy Eddie : [ angrily ] LARRY, STOP POINTING THAT FUCKIN' GUN AT MY DAD! [ Joe shoots Mr. Orange, Mr. White shoots and kills Joe, Eddie shoots Mr. White and Mr. White quickly shoots and kills Eddie ]
Nice Guy Eddie : Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
Mr. White : Joe, you're making a terrible mistake. I'm not gonna let you make it.
Mr. Pink : Come on, guys! Nobody wants this! We're supposed to be fucking professionals!
Nice Guy Eddie : Larry, look. It's been quite a long time. A lot of jobs. There's no need for this, man. Lets just put our guns down, and lets settle this with a fuckin' conversation.
Mr. White : Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. I repeat: If you kill that man, you die next.
Nice Guy Eddie : Larry, we have been friends, and you respect my dad, and I respect you, but I will put fucking bullets right through your heart. You put that fuckin' gun down, now.
Mr. White : Goddamn you, Joe. Don't make me do this.
Nice Guy Eddie : [ angrily ] LARRY, STOP POINTING THAT FUCKIN' GUN AT MY DAD! [ Joe shoots Mr. Orange, Mr. White shoots and kills Joe, Eddie shoots Mr. White and Mr. White quickly shoots and kills Eddie ]
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Mr. Pink : [ Mr. Pink throws his tip on the table ] All right, but normally I would never do this.
Joe : Never mind what you *normally* would do.
Joe : Never mind what you *normally* would do.
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Mr. Blonde : What's this guy's problem?
Mr. White : Yeah I got a problem! I got a *big* fuckin' problem. Fuckin' trigger happy madman almost get's me shot!
Mr. Pink : What the fuck are you talking about?
Mr. White : That fuckin' shooting spree! In the store remember?
Mr. Blonde : Oh fuck 'em. They set off the alarm. They deserved what they got.
Mr. White : You almost killed me! Asshole! If I knew what kind of a guy you were I never would've agreed to work with you!
Mr. Blonde : Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite?
Mr. White : What was that? I'm sorry I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it?
Mr. Blonde : Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite? [ Mr. White lunges for Mr. Blonde who fights back. Mr. Pink steps in between them ]
Mr. Pink : You two assholes, calm the fuck down! Hey, come on! What are we on a playground here? Am I the only professional? You're actin' like a bunch of fuckin' niggers man. Did you ever work with niggers? Just like you two always saying they're gonna kill each other!
Mr. White : You said yourself you thought about takin' him out!
Mr. Blonde : You fuckin' said that?
Mr. Pink : Yeah, I did, okay? But that was then! Right now this guy is the only I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops.
Mr. White : You takin' his side?
Mr. Pink : Fuck sides man what we need here is a little solidarity! Somebody's stickin' a red hot poker up our asses and I wanna know who's name's on the handle. Fuck. Look I know I'm no peice of shit. [ He turns to Mr. White ]
Mr. Pink : And I'm pretty sure you're okay. [ He turns to Mr. Blonde ]
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Mr. White : Yeah I got a problem! I got a *big* fuckin' problem. Fuckin' trigger happy madman almost get's me shot!
Mr. Pink : What the fuck are you talking about?
Mr. White : That fuckin' shooting spree! In the store remember?
Mr. Blonde : Oh fuck 'em. They set off the alarm. They deserved what they got.
Mr. White : You almost killed me! Asshole! If I knew what kind of a guy you were I never would've agreed to work with you!
Mr. Blonde : Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite?
Mr. White : What was that? I'm sorry I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it?
Mr. Blonde : Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite? [ Mr. White lunges for Mr. Blonde who fights back. Mr. Pink steps in between them ]
Mr. Pink : You two assholes, calm the fuck down! Hey, come on! What are we on a playground here? Am I the only professional? You're actin' like a bunch of fuckin' niggers man. Did you ever work with niggers? Just like you two always saying they're gonna kill each other!
Mr. White : You said yourself you thought about takin' him out!
Mr. Blonde : You fuckin' said that?
Mr. Pink : Yeah, I did, okay? But that was then! Right now this guy is the only I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops.
Mr. White : You takin' his side?
Mr. Pink : Fuck sides man what we need here is a little solidarity! Somebody's stickin' a red hot poker up our asses and I wanna know who's name's on the handle. Fuck. Look I know I'm no peice of shit. [ He turns to Mr. White ]
Mr. Pink : And I'm pretty sure you're okay. [ He turns to Mr. Blonde ]
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Mr. Pink : I can say I definitely didn't do it because I know what I did or didn't do. But I cannot definitely say that about anybody else, 'cause I don't definitely know.
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