Denise quotes from Hot Rod (2007)
Played by Isla Fisher
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Rico: Oh shit!
Denise: Rod! Are you okay?
Rod Kimble: Ooohhh...the safety word didn't help.
Denise: Rod! Are you okay?
Rod Kimble: Ooohhh...the safety word didn't help.
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Denise: Oh, Rod. What were you going to ask me?
Rod Kimble: Oh, right. I was gonna ask you who you think would win in a fight between... a grilled cheese sandwich and a taco.
Denise: Is that what you were really going to ask me?
Rod Kimble: Yes.
Denise: Um, grilled cheese. But only in a fair fight. If it was prison rules, I'd put my money on the taco.
Rod Kimble: Wow, that's pretty racist, but correct.
Rod Kimble: Oh, right. I was gonna ask you who you think would win in a fight between... a grilled cheese sandwich and a taco.
Denise: Is that what you were really going to ask me?
Rod Kimble: Yes.
Denise: Um, grilled cheese. But only in a fair fight. If it was prison rules, I'd put my money on the taco.
Rod Kimble: Wow, that's pretty racist, but correct.
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Rod Kimble: Hey, Denise, have I ever shown you a picture of my dead dad?
Denise: No.
Rod Kimble: Oh, you've gotta see it. He's super dead.
Denise: That's him?
Rod Kimble: Yeah
Denise: [giggles] He looks so nice. He was a stuntman?
Rod Kimble: Oh, yeah. He used to work for Evel Knievel, testing his bikes before big jumps. He would do the jumps first to make sure they were safe and let Evel come in and get all the glory. Then after a while the old man said, "To hell with that. I want the credit I deserve." So one afternoon, he set out to jump ten milk trucks. He nailed the take-off, but when he landed, something terrible happened. His front tire exploded like a cannonball, and his handle bars went straight through his head. Blood was everywhere. His teeth were ground down to a powder, and the front of his face exploded out the back of his skull. He died instantly...the next day.
Denise: No.
Rod Kimble: Oh, you've gotta see it. He's super dead.
Denise: That's him?
Rod Kimble: Yeah
Denise: [giggles] He looks so nice. He was a stuntman?
Rod Kimble: Oh, yeah. He used to work for Evel Knievel, testing his bikes before big jumps. He would do the jumps first to make sure they were safe and let Evel come in and get all the glory. Then after a while the old man said, "To hell with that. I want the credit I deserve." So one afternoon, he set out to jump ten milk trucks. He nailed the take-off, but when he landed, something terrible happened. His front tire exploded like a cannonball, and his handle bars went straight through his head. Blood was everywhere. His teeth were ground down to a powder, and the front of his face exploded out the back of his skull. He died instantly...the next day.
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Denise: Tai Chi teaches that if you focus your body and mind you'll be able to perform at the peak of your abilities.
Rod Kimble: Yes, Sensei.
Denise: You don't have to call me Sensei, Rod.
Rod Kimble: Got it. Sensei, I have a question: Is there a Tai Chi move that would make a grown man crap his pants and not know why?
Denise: I'm not going to lie to you, Rod. That move does exist. But you're not ready for it yet.
Rod Kimble: As you wish, Sensei.
Rod Kimble: Yes, Sensei.
Denise: You don't have to call me Sensei, Rod.
Rod Kimble: Got it. Sensei, I have a question: Is there a Tai Chi move that would make a grown man crap his pants and not know why?
Denise: I'm not going to lie to you, Rod. That move does exist. But you're not ready for it yet.
Rod Kimble: As you wish, Sensei.
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Rod Kimble: I used to be legit. In fact, I was too legit. I was too legit to quit. But now I'm not legit. I'm unlegit. And for that reason, I must quit.
Denise: You don't mean that...
Rod Kimble: Yeah, I do. Stay sweet. [Walks away and gets hit by a car]
Denise: You don't mean that...
Rod Kimble: Yeah, I do. Stay sweet. [Walks away and gets hit by a car]
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Rod Kimble: [waves to a taco while he's wandering through white nothingness] Hi. [a grilled cheese sandwich walks up to the taco and starts to fight with it] Ho, ho! Ho yeah! Yes! Yeah! [the taco is beating the grilled cheese sandwich with a folding chair] Finish him! Finish him! Yeah-heh-ha! [grilled cheese sandwich lies motionless with blood oozing out of the back of its head]
Denise: [distantly] Rod? Rod!
Rod Kimble: Denise? [wakes up gasping] Hoobastank!
Denise: [distantly] Rod? Rod!
Rod Kimble: Denise? [wakes up gasping] Hoobastank!