The Outsider Quote
Paulie Bowers: Nick? Nick fucking Lowell? You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Nick Lowell: Wow.
Paulie Bowers: You look pretty fucking good for a dead man. [pushed by Nick]
Paulie Bowers: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, it's me. It's Paulie. I'm just on weekend leave. Let me buy you a drink. You got somewhere you need to be? Or you got five minutes for an old friend? Captain?
Nick Lowell: Congratulations.
Paulie Bowers: It's bullshit. Three years in Okinawa. There's no one fighting anymore, so what's the point of this?
Nick Lowell: I don't know.
Paulie Bowers: You ever go out there? Where they dropped the first one?
Nick Lowell: No.
Paulie Bowers: I did. The fucking rats almost built it all up again. But look at you. Looks like you made a good fucking life for yourself, dressed up like a lounge singer. You live here? Osaka?
Nick Lowell: I got a little place.
Paulie Bowers: You weren't always so calm and quiet. You know that?
Nick Lowell: Maybe you just didn't know me so well.
Paulie Bowers: No, I guess not. I got leave for another day. I should come by, see your place.
Nick Lowell: No.
Paulie Bowers: No?
Nick Lowell: No. Your five minutes is up.
Paulie Bowers: Is that how it is, huh? Can't drink with a guy from your own fucking unit?
Nick Lowell: Yeah. [leaves money]
Nick Lowell: Congrats on your stripes.
Paulie Bowers: Yeah? Hey, fuck you. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were dodging court-martial. Can't wait to hear what the guys are gonna say when I tell them who I bumped into. I'm sure someone would love to come pay you a visit.
Nick Lowell: No, you know what? I'm sorry. Why don't you come back and have a drink
Nick Lowell: Wow.
Paulie Bowers: You look pretty fucking good for a dead man. [pushed by Nick]
Paulie Bowers: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, it's me. It's Paulie. I'm just on weekend leave. Let me buy you a drink. You got somewhere you need to be? Or you got five minutes for an old friend? Captain?
Nick Lowell: Congratulations.
Paulie Bowers: It's bullshit. Three years in Okinawa. There's no one fighting anymore, so what's the point of this?
Nick Lowell: I don't know.
Paulie Bowers: You ever go out there? Where they dropped the first one?
Nick Lowell: No.
Paulie Bowers: I did. The fucking rats almost built it all up again. But look at you. Looks like you made a good fucking life for yourself, dressed up like a lounge singer. You live here? Osaka?
Nick Lowell: I got a little place.
Paulie Bowers: You weren't always so calm and quiet. You know that?
Nick Lowell: Maybe you just didn't know me so well.
Paulie Bowers: No, I guess not. I got leave for another day. I should come by, see your place.
Nick Lowell: No.
Paulie Bowers: No?
Nick Lowell: No. Your five minutes is up.
Paulie Bowers: Is that how it is, huh? Can't drink with a guy from your own fucking unit?
Nick Lowell: Yeah. [leaves money]
Nick Lowell: Congrats on your stripes.
Paulie Bowers: Yeah? Hey, fuck you. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were dodging court-martial. Can't wait to hear what the guys are gonna say when I tell them who I bumped into. I'm sure someone would love to come pay you a visit.
Nick Lowell: No, you know what? I'm sorry. Why don't you come back and have a drink
Movie: The Outsider
