Saul Rubinek movie quotes

View Quote How do you know his name? Why the **** does he know your name? You little piece of shit. You can forget about acting for the next twenty years, your **** career is over. Take your **** SAG card and burn it. You little ****. I treated you like a son. You **** stab me in the heart.

View Quote We park our cars in the same garage my friend.

View Quote That's imaginative. I have more taste in my penis.

View Quote Excuse me, Mr. President. I was not informed that you were in the middle of... what the hell ARE you in the middle of?

View Quote It's alright, gentlemen. I'm familiar with these two young ladies. Well, not "familiar", familiar, obviously. I mean, I know them. We discussed foreign policy. [A secret service agent rolls his eyes knowingly] Don't you give me that look!

View Quote I'll take responsibility here. I'll be the only person in this administration who's willing to take responsibility for anything.

View Quote Jackie Gleason: You hear that?
George 'Bullets' Durgom: No, what?
Jackie Gleason: Listen. You can get a cab on a Saturday night. You know why? Cause everyone's at home in front of their television's waiting to see me.
George 'Bullets' Durgom: If you do the show, right? C'mon. You're right. No. I'm proud of you, huh? C'mon.
Jackie Gleason: Are you, Bullets?
George 'Bullets' Durgom: Of course I am. The whole world's proud of you.
Jackie Gleason: Than why don't I feel it?
George 'Bullets' Durgom: Feel it? You don't wanna know what I think.
Jackie Gleason: The whole time I was growing up. My father lived less than an hour away. And he never came to see me once. He said it was because he felt the shame. [pause. Tearfully] This whole time I thought it was me.
George 'Bullets' Durgom: He's the one who missed out. It's his loss.
[pause]
Jackie Gleason: Try tellin' that to an eight year old kid. [pause] Alright, c'mon. Let's go fool 'em.

View Quote Sammy Birch: [after Gleason tells a joke] That's one of Berle's.
Jackie Gleason: Oh yeah?
Sammy Birch: He steals from the best, so do you.
Jackie Gleason: What do you mean?
Sammy Birch: Everybody knows you like to uh...
Jackie Gleason: Say it.
Sammy Birch: ...Borrow? [laughs]
George 'Bullets' Durgom: Alright, c'mon. We're all just having a good time here--
Jackie Gleason: [passively] Oh, you sure the hell are. You have big steaks and booze up my expense, why not have a good time at my expense?
Sammy Birch: Jackie. If I said something wrong? I apologize. You know what I mean? Nothing by it.
Jackie Gleason: Nah, nah, it's not a matter of something wrong. You just said what's on your mind.
Sammy Birch: You saying I'm jealous?
Jackie Gleason: No, see you would have to be a contender to be jealous. You are envious.
Sammy Birch: So now I'm envious?
Jackie Gleason: And pathetic.
[pause]

View Quote George 'Bullets' Durgom: Tell ya, I'm gonna turn you into a millionaire yet, kid.
Jackie Gleason: You got it backwards, Bullets. I'm turnin' you into a millionaire.
George 'Bullets' Durgom: Well, I know, I was just--
Jackie Gleason: You were just what?! You were just what? Takin' the credit like everybody else? Who's the one bustin' his rump out there every night?
[pause]
[Gleason walks away]

View Quote W.W. Beauchamp: Who'd you kill first? Was it Little Bill? When confronted by superior numbers, an experienced gunfighter will *always* fire on the best shot first.
Will Munny: Is that a fact?
W.W. Beauchamp: [Nods]
Will Munny: I was lucky in the order, but I've always been lucky when it comes to killin' folks.

View Quote Little Bill Daggett: [telling the real story of English Bob's gunfight] Well, that bullet whizzin' by panicked Corky, an' he done the wrong thing! Pulled his gun in such a damn hurry he shot off his own toe. Meantime, Bob aims good and squeezes off another... but he's still so damned drunk he misses an' hits this thousand dollar mirror behind the bar.
Well, now the Duck of Death is as good as dead 'cause this time Corky does it right an' aims real good, no hurry... Bam! That Walker Colt blew up in his hand... which was a failing common to that model. Now if Corky would have really had two guns instead of just a big dick he could have defended himself to the end.
W.W. Beauchamp: You mean Bob shot him after his hand had been...
Little Bill Daggett: Well he wasn't gonna wait for Corky to grow a new hand. He walked over real close, 'cause he was drunk, an' shot him [makes popping sound] right through the liver.

View Quote W.W. Beauchamp: So, Corky was actually quicker on the draw than the D— than English Bob?
Little Bill Daggett: Quicker was his whole damn problem. If he hadn't been in such a hurry, he wouldn't have shot his own toe off. Look son, being a good shot, being quick with a pistol, that don't do no harm, but it don't mean much next to being cool-headed. A man who will keep his head and not get rattled under fire, like as not, he'll kill you. Look here. [stands and draws his gun] That's about as fast as I can draw, and aim, and hit anything more than ten feet away, 'less it's a barn.
Beauchamp: But if he doesn't miss?
Little Bill: Then he'll kill you. [chuckles] Yeah, that's why there's so few dangerous men around like old Bob, like me. It ain't so easy to shoot a man anyhow, especially if the son-of-a-bitch is shootin' back at you. I mean, that'll just flat rattle some folks.