Blood Simple

Blood Simple quotes

40 total quotes (ID: 86)

Julian Marty
Loren Visser
Meurice
Multiple Characters


Strip joint DJ: And remember, gentlemen, we're always here, two to two, A.M. to P.M., three hundred and sixty-four days and Christmas, God willing and the creek don't rise.


Marty: Got a job for you.
Visser: Well, if the pay's right and it's legal I'll do it.
Marty: It's not strictly legal.
Visser: If the pay's right I'll do it.
Marty: It's, uh... it's in reference to that gentleman and my wife. The more I think about it the more irritated I get.
Visser: Yeah? Well how irritated are you?
[Marty doesn't answer.]
Visser: [laughs] Gee, I'm sorry to hear that. Can you tell me what you want me to do or is it a secret?
Marty: Listen, I'm not--this isn't a joke here.
Visser: You want me to kill 'em.
Marty: I didn't say that. [pause] Well?
Visser: Well what?
Marty: What do you think?
Visser: You're an idiot.
Marty: So, uh... this wouldn't interest you.
Visser: I didn't say that. All I said was you're an idiot. Hell, you been thinking about it so much it's driving you simple.

Abby: You leaving?
Ray: Isn't that what you want? [she shakes her head no] Wanna come with me?
Abby: But first I gotta know what happened.
Ray: What do you want to know?
Abby: You broke into the bar. You wanted to get your money. You and Marty had a fight. Something happened...
[Ray shakes his head, smiling]
Abby: I don't know, wasn't it you? Maybe a burglar broke in, and you found--
Ray: With your gun? Nobody broke in, Abby. I'll tell you the truth...Truth is, I've felt sick the last couple of days. Can't eat... Can't sleep... When I try to I... Abby...The truth is... he was alive when I buried him.

Abby: I don't know. Sometimes I think there's something wrong with him. Like maybe he's sick? Mentally?...Or is it maybe me, do you think?
Ray: Listen, I ain't a marriage counselor. I don't know what goes on, I don't wanna know... But I like you. I always liked you...

Abby: [about Marty] He's real careful. Fact is, he's anal.
Ray: Huh?
Abby: Yeah, he told me once himself. He said to me... [taps herself on the forehead] "In here, Abby. In here... I'm anal."
Ray: Well I'll be damned.
Abby: I couldn't believe it either. Me on the other hand, I got lots of personality. Marty always said I had too much. 'Course he was never big on personality. He sent me to a psychiatrist to see if he could calm me down some.
Ray: Yeah? What happened?
Abby: Psychiatrist said I was the healthiest person he'd ever met, so Marty fired him.

Abby: I ain't afraid of you, Marty.
Visser: [laughing] Well ma'am...If I see him, I'll sure give him the message.

Abby: Ray?
Ray: You're bad.
Abby: What?
Ray: I said you're bad.
Abby: [long pause, then smiles] You're bad too.
Ray: We're both bad.

Abby: He gave me a little pearl-handled .38 for out first anniversary.
Ray: Uh-huh.
Abby: Figured I'd better leave before I used it on him. I don't know how you can stand him.
Ray: Well, I'm only an employee, I ain't married to him.

Abby: [in a strip joint] Looks like the state legislature is out of session.
Meurice: I thought this is where they met.

Debra: [after Marty leaves] Nice guy.
Meurice: Not really. What'd you say your last name was?

Teenager: [to Marty] Hey mister, how'd you break your pussyfinger?

Abby: I said, "Marty, how come you're anal and I gotta go to the psychiatrist?"
Ray: What'd he say?
Abby: Nothing. He's like you, he doesn't say much.
Ray: Thanks.
Abby: Except when he doesn't say things, they're usually nasty.
Ray: Mm-hmm.
Abby: When you don't, they're usually nice.

Ray: Am I fired? You wanna hit me? What?
Marty: I don't particularly want to talk to you.
Ray: Well... if you're not gonna fire me I might as well quit.
Marty: Fine. Suit yourself...Having a good time?
Ray: I don't like this kind of talk.
Marty: Then what'd you come here for?
Ray: You owe me for two weeks.
Marty: Nope. She's an expensive piece of ass...You get a refund though, if you tell me who else she's been sluicing.
Ray: I want that money. If you wanna tell me something, fine--
Marty: What're you, a ****ing marriage counselor?
[Ray smiles]
Marty: What're you smiling at--I'm a funny guy, right, I'm an asshole? No, no, that's not what's funny. What's funny is her. What's funny is that I had you two followed because, if it isn't you, she's been sleeping with someone else...What's really going to be funny is when she gives you that innocent look and says, "What're you talking about, Ray, I haven't done anything funny." ...But the funniest thing to me right now is that you think she came back here for you--that's what's funny...Come on this property again and I'll be forced to shoot you...Fair notice.

Marty: [looking at a photo of Ray and Abby] Dead, huh?
Visser: So it would seem.

You know a friend of mine broke his hand a while back. Put in a cast. Very next day he takes a fall, protects his bad hand, falls on his good one, breaks that too. So now he's got two busted flippers and I say to him "Creighton, I hope your wife loves you. 'Cause for the next five weeks you cannot wipe your own goddamn ass." That's the test, ain't it? Test of true love.