Josh Hartnett movie quotes

View Quote I'm going to say the same thing a man with two penises says when his tailor asks him if he dresses right or left. Yes.

View Quote Bad dog.

View Quote [Repeated Line] I'm Slevin.

View Quote Jake, when they're all watchin me, call Stella on the walkie talkie and tell her to run for it. [Looks up, from preparing to inject] You did good, little brother. [Hugs Jake] Take care of Stella for me.

View Quote [After injecting Billy's blood] I can smell your blood.

View Quote Come get me, mother****ers!!!

View Quote When you see something from afar, you develop a fantasy. But when you see it up close, 9 times out of 10, you wish you hadn't.

View Quote Things don't have to be extraordinary to be beautiful. Even the ordinary can be beautiful.

View Quote Matthew': I needed you to know.
Rebecca: Know what? Know what, Matthew? That I'm not the girl who can break your heart?

View Quote "You know, a friend of mine asked me before I got here... it was when we were all shipping out. He asked me, 'Why are you going to fight somebody else's war? What, do y'all think you're heroes?' I didn't know what to say at the time, but if he asked me again, I'd say no. I'd say there's no way in hell. Nobody asks to be a hero. It just sometimes turns out that way."

View Quote "All right, listen up. We're gonna hold the perimeter and we're gonna hold the strongpoint. Conserve your ammo. Only shoot at what you can hit. The convoy is gonna come. We're gonna get home."

View Quote "Look, these people... they have no jobs, no food, no education, no future. I just figure that you know, I mean, we have two things we can do. We can help, or we can sit back and watch a country destroy itself on CNN. Right?"

View Quote I've never felt this before. I feel... out-of-control.

View Quote I can't get away. I can't stop. I'll just do this one last one.

View Quote I think you're looking for me.

View Quote Because today is the day. I can feel it. Today is the day you are going to realize that I am seventeen years old and your overprotection and paranoia is inhibiting my growing process.

View Quote John Tate: It just occurred to me today that I've never celebrated Halloween before.
Molly Cartwell: And why's that?
John Tate: Oh, we've got a psychotic serial killer in the family who loves to butcher people on Halloween, and I just thought it in bad taste to celebrate.

View Quote Laurie Strode: [after catching John and Charlie out of school] What the **** do you think you're doing?
John Tate: Mom, I'm real uncomfortable with you saying that word.
Laurie Strode: Then don't put me in the position, John! Do you know what day it is? Of all the days for you to pull this shit, just what do you think you can do? Just wander around town? I don't ask you for very much, just give me one day!
John Tate: Mom, I've given 17 years!
Laurie Strode: And I need you to be responsible! Do you know what that means?
John Tate: Responsible?
Laurie Strode: Responsible!
John Tate: Don't talk to me about responsibility, Mom!
Laurie Strode: I just need this one thing!
John Tate: Mom, I am not responsible for you. That's it; I've had enough. I can't take it anymore, Mom. He's dead. Michael Myers is dead!
Laurie Strode: What do you want me to say?
John Tate: That it's over, that we should try to make some attempt at a happy existence, Mom, 'cause all the shit that's going on inside of your head is leaking out on me, and I can't take it anymore. You told me, yourself, you watched him burn.
Laurie Strode: I didn't exactly stay to see his ashes, John.
John Tate: Mom, 20 years. 20 years. Don't you think he would've shown up by now? What's he waiting for, huh?
[Laurie doesn't respond]
John Tate: Mom, I can't live like this [Starts to walk away]
Laurie Strode: What...What does that mean, John?
John Tate: If you wanna stay handcuffed to your dead brother, that's fine, but you're not dragging me along, not anymore!

View Quote Leon: Joe. K.C.
Joe and K.C.: Hey, Leon.
Leon: Hey. I'm making you two primaries on this disaster. Since you made no progress in the Klepto murder, I figure you're due.
K.C.: Thanks for the confidence.
Leon: Yeah, no problem.

View Quote K.C.: I know you're gonna say it's none of my business, but when's the last time you got laid?
Joe: None of your business.

View Quote Hank the Bartender: [hands them their drinks] The doctor's in. Help is on its way.
K.C.: Thanks, Hank. [sighs] Something wrong, Joe?
Joe: What do ya mean, "Something wrong?"
K.C.: You seem down.
Joe: Down? Me?
K.C.: Lately. Yeah.
Joe: We've been partners for what, four months, and now you wanna be my shrink?
K.C.: Sometimes it helps to talk. That's all I'm saying. [drinks his beer]
Joe: All right. Let me paint you a picture. Portrait of Joe Gavilan. Seven, eight years ago, I sold off the results of my entrepreneurial efforts up to that point: Three tanning salons and two original silk-tip nail parlors in the Antelope Valley, and I started attending weekend Real Estate seminars at the Airport Hyatt. You know, "How to Make $1 Million in Real Estate with Very Little Money Down."
K.C.: Sounds good.
Joe: Started out with a condo in Sherman Oaks. Slapped some paint on the walls. Refaced the kitchen cabinets. Traded up to a smoke-damaged ranch in Tarzana, then a Spanish on Outpost, and a fake Mediterranean in Los Feliz. Pretty soon, I had everything I've got tied up in this... this monstrosity... on Mt. Olympus, at the corner of Hercules and, I shit you not, Achilles.
K.C.: So what's the problem?
Joe: The problem is if I don't score a big commission or get rid of this... piece of shit on Mt. Olympus... well, the word *Titanic* comes to mind.
K.C.: Joe, I know a girl who works for some rich producer. Says he might sell his place. Maybe you can get the listing.
Joe: Got a name?
K.C.: Well, her name's like Minnie or Moma. Or something like that, I don't remember.
Joe: Not the girl, hot rocks, the producer.
K.C.: Oh, I don't know the producer. Way before my time, I...
[Joe drinks his beer and K.C. puts his bottle down] K.C.: Hey, Joe, you ready for something?
Joe: Shoot.
K.C.: I don't think I want to be a cop anymore.
Joe: Come on, you need some fresh air. [to Hank] Put this on my tab, Hank.
Hank: What tab?