Stuart Wilson movie quotes

View Quote Love to stay and chat, but we have places to go, and people to kill.

View Quote I've got an idea. Try this on for size.

View Quote (After noticing that they are being watched by a few Japanese guards)
Donnie: Uh, o-hi-o, wasabi.
Raph: (confused) "Hello mustard?"
Donnie: Okay, so my Japanese is a little rusty. (to the guards) Uh, Suzuki, Kawasaki- (Raph knocks them out cold)
Raph: How 'bout, uh, "Sayonara"?
Donnie: That'll work!
April O'Neil: (after being rescued from Norinaga's dungeon) Would somebody please tell me what the heck is going on around here?
Donnie: Well relax, April. It's just your, uh, ordinary time travel equal-mass-displacement kind of thing.
April: (sees Donnie's blueprints for a crude replica of the Magic Scepter) You don't mean... you're not seriously suggesting that Donatello is going to make an incredibly arcane time travel machine, are you?
Turtles: No, of course not!
Mikey: That'd be totally bogus!
Raph: Really stupid!
April: Well, that's a relief.
Donnie: No, that guy's gonna make it. (points to a nearby blacksmith) He's good with his hands. (April shoves the blueprint aside and walks away)
Mikey: Where're you goin', dudette?
April: To find an apartment. I have a feeling we're gonna be here for a long, long time.
Lord Norinaga: You may have disgraced my ancestors, but you will not disgrace me. Tonight, you will die.
Mitsu: (paraphrasing Splinter's line to Shredder from the first film) No. We will both die... but only one of us with honor.
(strong silence from everybody)
Leo: Are we in a loop here or what?
Walker: (cornered by the Turtles at the docks) What kind of demons are you?
Leo: We're turtles, friend!
Donnie: Of the Teenage Mutant Ninja variety, sleazeball.
Walker: (slowly pulls the Scepter out of his bag) This, I believe, is what you've been searching for. Go fetch! (throws the Scepter into the air, getting the Turtles to panic in catching it) You really think I would make it that easy, you nasty little reptiles?!

View Quote Dr. Robin Hatcher: I told him several times that you shouldn't eat late at night.
PC Doris Thatcher: I don't know. Quite like a little midnight gobble. Ha ha!
PC Bob Walker: ****.

View Quote Simon Skinner: You see, much as I enjoyed your wild theories Sergeant, the truth is far less complex. Blower's fate was simply the result of his being... an appalling actor.
Nicholas Angel: You murdered him for that?
Simon Skinner: He murdered Bill Shakespeare.
Nicholas Angel: What? Oh.
Annette Roper: Martin Blower was less concerned with the reputation of the village than he was with his sordid affair with Eve Draper!
Nicholas Angel: So Eve deserved to die too?
Dr. Robin Hatcher: Well, she did have a very annoying laugh.
Nicholas Angel: George Merchant?
Simon Skinner: He had an awful house.

View Quote Joyce Cooper: Now, quick announcement before we begin. Janet Barker has decided to call her boys Roger and Martin. And the christening will be a week on Saturday and we're all invited. Tom.
Tom Weaver: Thanks, Joyce. Now, you'll all be delighted to hear that the tenacious Sergeant Angel has been taken care of. Joyce will discover the Sergeant lying on the wet floor of his bathroom, having slipped and tragically broken his neck. So, with the dispatch of the Sergeant, we will now be able to concentrate on the eradication of our hoodie infestation.
Simon Skinner: Quite right.
Tom Weaver: After which, nothing will stand in our way.
Nicholas Angel: Oh, I beg to differ, Mister Weaver.
Tom Weaver: Well, well, well, I see, we have visitors.
Nicholas Angel: Sergeant Nicholas Angel. Sandford Police Service.
Simon Skinner: My, he is tenacious isn't he?
Nicholas Angel: [revealing himself to the NWA] I'm arresting you under suspicion of conspiracy to commit murder.
Tom Weaver: Oh come, come Sergeant!
Nicholas Angel: You should be ashamed! Calling yourself "a community that cares"!
Reverend Phillip Shooter: Oh, but we do care Nicholas!
Joyce Cooper: It's all about the greater good!
NWA Members: [echoing in agreement] The greater good...
Nicholas Angel: How can this be for the greater good?
NWA Members: [echoing] The greater good...
Simon Skinner: You see, much as I enjoyed your wild theories, Sergeant, the truth is far less complex. Blower's fate was simply the result of his being... an appalling actor.
NWA Members: [echoing] Appalling...
Nicholas Angel: You murdered him for that?
Simon Skinner: Well, he murdered Bill Shakespeare.
Nicholas Angel: What? ...Oh.
James Reaper: The dramatic society is an important feather in our cap.
Dr. Robin Hatcher: We couldn't let Blower jeopardize that. Not when we had two semi-professionals waiting in the wings.
Simon Skinner: Let's not forget that Greg was an extra in Straw Dogs and Sherry portrayed a cadaver in Prime Suspect.
Nicholas Angel: Yes, I know!
Annette Roper: Martin Blower was less concerned with the reputation of the village than he was with his sordid affair with Eve Draper!
Nicholas Angel: And so Eve deserved to die too?
Dr. Robin Hatcher: Well, she did have a very annoying laugh.
NWA Members: [echoing] Annoying...
Nicholas Angel: And George Merchant?
Simon Skinner: He had an awful house.
NWA Members: [echoing] Awful...
Roy Porter: We begged him in vain to make his residence more in keeping with the village's rustic aesthetic.
Nicholas Angel: And what about Tim Messenger? What was his crime?
Simon Skinner: Tim Messenger's tenure as editor of the "Sandford Citizen" has been unbearable!
James Reaper: Our once great paper had become riddled with tabloid journalism, not to mention persistent errors!
Roy Porter: He listed her age as 55!
Mary Porter: When actually I'm 53!
Nicholas Angel: What about Leslie Tiller, one of your own? Her horticultural expertise helped put Sandford on the map!
Joyce Cooper: Oh, she was ever so good.
Simon Skinner: Cousin Leslie was a terrible shame...but it seems she was set on moving away.
Tom Weaver: We couldn't have her sharing her green fingers with anyone else...
Reverend Phillip Shooter: Not least those heathens at Buford Abbey!
Dr. Robin Hatcher: If we can't have her, no one can.
Nicholas Angel: How can this be for the greater good?
NWA Members: [echoing] The greater good...
Nicholas Angel: SHUT IT! These people died for no reason! No reason whatsoever!
Inspector Frank Butterman: I wouldn't say that. [Nicholas turns to see Frank dressed in the Policeman's uniform from the office at the station and is horrified] Hello Nicholas. I was like you once. I believed in the immutable word of the law, that is until the night Mrs. Butterman was taken from me. You see, no one loved Sandford more than her. She was head of the Women's Institute, chair of the Floral Committee. When they started the Village of the Year Contest, she worked around the clock. I'd never seen such dedication. On the eve of the adjudicator's arrival, some travelers moved into Calahoon Park, and before you could say 'gypsy scum' we were knee deep in dog muck, thieving kids and crusty jugglers.
NWA Members: [echoing] Crusty jugglers...
Inspector Frank Butterman: We lost the title, and Irene lost her mind. She drove her Datsun Cherry into Sandford Gorge. From that moment on, I swore that I would do her proud and whatever the cost, we would make Sandford great again.
Nicholas Angel: Sir, this doesn't make any sense.
Inspector Frank Butterman: The adjudicators arrive tomorrow. We had to get everything ready.
Nicholas Angel: [disgusted] Are you saying this is all about winning the Best Village award?
Inspector Frank Butterman: This is the Best Village, Nicholas. You've seen the people. They're happy. Contented.
Nicholas Angel: They're living in a dream world!
Inspector Frank Butterman: Sergeant Popwell thought much the same as you. I'm disappointed you can't see the bigger picture.
Nicholas Angel: Well I'm happy to disappoint you, sir! And I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me. You are all going to have to come with me.
Inspector Frank Butterman: No Nicholas, I'm afraid it is you who is going to have to come with us...

View Quote You know what a future a cop has, Murph? None. You punch a clock for 30 years, retirement, pension... nothin' to do. Drunk at noon, bullet in the brain by evening. Well, not for this kid! The police department's got it all: guns, ammo, drugs, cash... it's a one-stop shopping center. If you've got the balls and the brains, there's not a **** thing anyone can do about it!

View Quote (Buries a henchman in cement) Now we've got a relationship we can build on.

View Quote Travis: Go to hell, Riggs.
Riggs: You first.