Walter Shit (after Joe fails to impress anyone with his drumming skills)
I'm sorry, there's not gonna be any rock n roll tonight. This is all that's left! This is all that's left of the rolling thunder of America's heartbeat!
Voiced by Jim Turner 
Joe's Apartment (1996) · 14 quotes
Joe's Apartment (1996) · 14 quotes
Tied for 2nd most-quoted character in Joe's Apartment (1996): in 5 of its 14 quotes
Most scenes with: Joe F. Grotowski (2)
I need you to fill in for my drummer this Saturday. He's dead.
More lines from Walter Shit
2 quotes Walter Shit Walter Shit A rent-controlled apartment is one where the rent's been frozen since like the forties. But places like that are hard to find because no one ever leaves them. Unless their landlord's give them a little help.
Scenes with Walter Shit
2 scenes Walter Shit You see? There's really no way to get a rent-controlled apartment.
No way at all?
Walter Shit Well, I mean, only if it's like, your mom's apartment, and, y'know, she, like, croaks! (Mrs. Grotowski walks out of the apartment building) Oh, how ya doin', Mrs. Grotowski! (Mrs. Grotowski coughs up her keys, which land in Joe's hand)
Oh my God!
Walter Shit Joe! Mrs. Grotowski doesn't have any family. You pose as her son, take her apartment!
What?!? I... I couldn't...!
Walter Shit (faking grief)
Oh my God! Joe, it's your mother! And she's dead!
Walter Shit (Joe walks out of the apartment building wearing a suit for a job interview. Suddenly, a bucket of paint drops on top of him.)
Congratulate me! This is the first of my works to use paint. I call this piece "Instant Minority." I did the whole block!
But people are black, or white, or brown; NOBODY'S PURPLE!
Walter Shit Periwinkle! You're now the world's smallest minority.
Dammit, Walter, how'm I s'posed to get a job looking like this?
Walter Shit Know how to play the drums?
No.
Walter Shit Perfect! Want a job? (man in beanie runs in front of them, turns, and fires ten shots from a handgun) I'm doing a musical performance at Gusto House. You can sit in for my regular drummer: he's dead.
Uhh... sure... what? He's dead?
Walter Shit (chuckling)
Actually, it's a pretty funny story. You see, there's this crack dealer in our building, and so my drummer- (two cops run up and start firing down the street at the man in the beanie, drowning out Walter's story) slit his throat, you know, so badly that his own mom couldn't identify him at the morgue. (laughs) I'm going to miss that guy. So, is it a deal?
Well...
Walter Shit Excellent!
