Falling Down

Falling Down quotes

35 total quotes (ID: 1036)

Bill Foster
Nick
Prendergast


1st Gang Member: What you doing, Mister?
Bill Foster: Nothing.
1st Gang Member: Nah, man. You're trespassing on private property.
Bill Foster: Trespassing?
2nd Gang Member: You're loitering too, man.
1st Gang Member: Yeah, you're loitering too.
Bill Foster: I didn't see any signs.
1st Gang Member: [pointing at mexican graffiti] Whatcha call that?
Bill Foster: Graffiti?
1st Gang Member: No, that's not ****ing graffiti. That's a sign.
2nd Gang Member: He can't read it, man.
1st Gang Member: Then I guess I'm gonna have to read it for you. It says this is ****ing private property! No ****ing trespassing! That means ****ing you.
Bill Foster: It says all that?
1st Gang Member: Yeah.
Bill Foster: Well maybe if you wrote it in ****ing English I could ****ing understand it.


Beth: You're not coming here.
Bill Foster: Oh, but I am. I'm on my way. I've passed the point of no return. You know when that is? That's the point in a journey where it's longer to go back to the beginning than it is to continue to the end. It's like when those astronauts got in trouble when they were going to the moon. Somebody messed up and they had to get them back to Earth but first they had to go around the moon. They were out of contact for hours. Everybody waited breathlessly to see if a bunch of dead guys in a can would pop out the other side. I'm on the other side of the moon now and everybody will have to wait until I pop out.
Beth: The police are here.
Bill Foster: Beth, did you know that in some South American countries it's legal to kill your wife if she insults you?

Bill Foster: Doctor? What kind of doctor lives here?
Man: Plastic surgeon.
Bill Foster: Plastic surgery bought this?!

Bill Foster: I helped build missiles. I helped protect this country. You should be rewarded for that. But instead they give it to the plastic surgeons. Bastards lied to me.
Sergeant Prendergast: Is that what this is about? Is that why my chicken dinner is drying out in the oven? You're mad because they lied to you? They lie to everyone! They lie to the fish, but that doesn't give you the right to do what you did today.

Bill Foster: What are you doing to the street?
Construction Worker: We're fixing it! What the hell does it look like?
Bill Foster: Two days ago it was fine. You're telling me the street fell apart in two days?
Construction Worker: (sarcastcally) Well I guess so.
Bill Foster: Pardon me, but that's bullshit. You see, I don't think anything's wrong with the street. I think you're just trying to justify your inflated budgets! I know that if you don't spend the projected amount this year, you don't get the same amount next year! Now I want you to admit that THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THE STREET!
Construction Worker: **** you, pal.
Bill Foster: You're not gonna hold us hostage here with all your yellow lights and big trucks.
Construction Worker: (notices the gun on Foster's belt) Look, I'm just here to stop people from falling in, that's all.
Bill Foster: I want to hear it from you. Come on, what's wrong with the street?
Construction Worker: I really don't know, I think it might be a sewer job.
Bill foster: You're lying. What's wrong with the street?
Construction Worker: Nothing.
Bill Foster: I KNEW it.

Bill Foster: You're Korean? Do you have any idea how much money my country has given your country?
Mr. Lee: How much?
Bill Foster: I don't know, but it's gotta be a lot.

Bum: That's a hell of a way to treat a vet, man.
Bill Foster: You're an animal doctor?
Bum: No, a VETERAN. I was in Nam.
Bill Foster: What were you, a drummer boy? You must have been 10 years old.
Bum: I meant the Gulf. I meant to say the Gulf. Jesus! Come on, all I'm asking for is a little change. I haven't eaten in three days.
[is eating a sandwich]
Bum: Well, except for this.

Golfer: Four!
[hits a golf ball at Foster]
Bill Foster: [takes out shotgun] Five! What the hell are you trying to do, kill me with a golf ball?! It's not enough you have all these beautiful acres fenced in for your little game, but you gotta kill me with a golf ball?! You should have children playing here, you should have families having picnics, you should have a goddamn petting zoo! But instead you've got these stupid electric carts for you old men with nothing better to do! Well fu--
[shoots a golf cart]
Bill Foster: --ck that. Now, aren't you ashamed?
[the golfer's starts to have a heart attack]
Bill Foster: What's wrong?
Golfer: My... heart...
Bill Foster: What can I do about it?
Golfer: Pills... get my... pills...
Bill Foster: Where are your pills?
[he points towards the cart, which has just plunged into a pond]
Bill Foster: I guess you're out of luck. Your little cart's gonna drown. Now aren't you sorry for not letting me pass through your golf course?
Golfer: My... golf course...
Bill Foster: Yeah, and you're gonna die wearing that stupid little hat. How does it feel?

Man at Phone Booth: Excuse me! I don't know if you noticed or not, but there are other people who want to use the phone here!
Bill Foster: There are?
Man at Phone Booth: Yeah!
Bill Foster: There's other people who want to use the phone?
Man at Phone Booth: That's right, you selfish asshole!
Bill Foster: Oh, that's too bad. Because you know what?
[fires a machine gun at the phone booth, wrecking it]
Bill Foster: I think it's out of order.

Mr. Lee: Take the money!
Bill Foster: You think I'm a thief? I'm not the thief. I'm not the one charging 85 cents for a stinking soda, YOU'RE THE THEIF! I'm just standing up for my rights... as a consumer.

Nick: **** you! Who the **** are you?
Bill Foster: I am just disagreeing with you! In America, we have the freedom of SPEECH! The right to DISAGREE!
Nick: **** you and your freedom! Who the **** are you, you ****! You **** ****! You were gonna take my rocket! I oughta shoot you right now, you dippy mother ****er!

Nick: We're the same, you and me. We're the same.
Bill Foster: We are not the same. I'm an American, you're a sick asshole.
Nick: Just what kind of vigilante are you?
Bill Foster: I am NOT a vigilante. I am just trying to get home to my little girl's birthday party, and if you all just stay out of my way, nobody will get hurt.

Nick: What can I do you for?
Bill Foster: I was just looking for some hiking boots.
Nick: Hiking boots? Let's see what we got. These here are the top of the line. Scientifically engineered and all that crap. Guaranteed by some Sierra Club asshole not to hurt a chipmunk IF you step on it! Personally, I think they're for pussies and (turns his head towards the two homosexuals in the store) ****S! Now these are Vietnam jungle boots. Cost you half as much, last you twice as long and are great for stomping (turns his head again) QUEERS! Course when you're done you have to clean out the waffle with a stick, but what the hell, you can't have everything.

Nick: Why don't they call you officer-esses?
Sandra: I beg your pardon?
Nick: You know, like actress. Something to signify... you know.
Sandra: I guess they think of a police officer as a police officer, not a... you know.
Nick: Okay then. Sorry I couldn't have been helpful, officer--ESS!

Nick: You want freedom? I'll give you ****ing freedom!
[takes out some handcuffs]
Nick: You're going to jail, ****er. How's that for freedom? Freedom to get ****ed up the ass by some big buck nigger. Give me your other hand! He's gonna be right behind ya, just like this. You're gonna like that, **** ****! Give me your other hand!
Bill Foster: I can't.
Nick: Why not?
Bill Foster: Gravity.
Nick: Gravity? What the **** does that mean?!
Bill Foster: I'll fall down.
[Nick kicks Bill, making him fall down]
Nick: Give me your other hand! Give it to me! Give it to me! GIVE IT TOO ME!
[Bill turns around and stabs Nick in his shoulder]
Nick: This isn't one of mine.
Bill Foster: Freedom of religion. Now you get it. Feels good to exercise your rights, doesn't it? (opens fire on Nick, shooting him through a mirror)