Mr. Orange [about Joe Cabot]
The Thing. Mother****er looks just like The Thing.
Played by Tim Roth 
Reservoir Dogs (1992) · 49 quotes
Reservoir Dogs (1992) · 49 quotes
5th most-quoted character in Reservoir Dogs (1992): in 10 of its 49 quotes
Most scenes with: Mr. White (5), Nice Guy Eddie (4), Joe Cabot (3)
Don't p**sy out on me now. They don't know. They don't know shit. You're not gonna get hurt. You're **** beretta. They believe every **** word 'cause you're super cool.
More lines from Mr. Orange
2 quotes Mr. Orange Mr. Orange **** you! **** you! I'm **** dying here, I'm **** dying!!
Scenes with Mr. Orange
7 scenes Mr. Orange What happens if the manager won't give you the diamonds?
When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says **** shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her face next, watch her shut the **** up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to **** around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco.
Mr. Orange This is a very weird situation. 'Cause I don't know if you remember back in '86 there was a major **** drought. Nobody had anything. People were living on resin... -smoking the wood in their pipes for months. This chick had a bunch. And she's begging me to sell it. So I told her I wasn't going to be Joe the potman anymore, but I would take a little bit and sell it to my close, close, close friends. She agreed to that, said we'd keep the same arrangement as before; 10%, free pot for me, as long as I helped her out that weekend. She had a brick of weed she was selling, she didn't want to go to the buy alone. Her brother usually goes with her, but he's in county unexpectedly.
What for?
Mr. Orange His traffic tickets. Got a warrant. They stopped him for something, found warrants on him, took him to county. Now she doesn't walk around alone with all that weed. I don't want to do this. I have a very bad feeling about it. But she keeps asking me, keeps asking me, keeps asking me, finally I said OK 'cause I'm sick of hearing it. Now, we're picking the guy up at the train station...
Wait a minute. You go to the train station to pick up the buyer with the weed on you?
Mr. Orange The guy needed it right away. Don't ask me why. Anyway, we're get to the station and we're waiting for the guy. I'm carrying the weed in one of those little carry-on bags. I got to take a piss. So I tell the connection I'll be right back, I'm going to the boys' room. So I walk in the mens' room, and who's standing there? Four Los Angeles county sheriffs and a German shepherd.
They're waiting for you?
Mr. Orange No, they're just a bunch of cops hanging out in the men's room, talking. When I walked through the door, they all stopped what they were talking about and they looked at me.
Mr. Orange German shepherd starts barking. He's barking at me. I mean, it's obvious. He's barking at me. Every nerve-ending, all my senses, blood in my veins, everything I have is screaming, "Take off, man! Just bail, just get the **** out of there!" Panic hits me like a bucket of water. First there's the shock of it--BAM, right in the face. I'm standing there drenched in panic. All these sheriffs looking at me, and they know, man. They can smell it. Sure as that **** dog can, they can smell it on me.
I'm blind, man. I'm **** blind.
Mr. Orange You're not blind, you've just got blood in your eyes.
Let me say this out loud, 'cause I wanna get it straight in my head. You're saying that Mr. Blonde was gonna kill you, then when we got back, he was going kill us, take the satchel of diamonds, and scram. I'm right about that, right? That's correct? That's your story?
Mr. Orange I swear on my mother's eternal soul that's what happened.
The man you just killed was just released from prison. He got caught at a company warehouse full of hot items. He could've ****in' walked. All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't; he kept his **** mouth shut. And did his ****in' time, and he did it like a man. He did four years for us. So, Mr. Orange, you're tellin' me this very good friend of mine, who did four years for my father, who in four years never made a deal, no matter what they dangled in front of him, you're telling me that now, that now this man is free, and we're making good on our commitment to him, he's just gonna decide, out of the **** blue, to rip us off? Why don't you tell me what really happened?
This man set us up.
Dad I'm sorry but I really don't know what's going on here.
That's all right Eddie, I'll fill in the blanks for you.
What are you talking about.
That lump of shit's working for the LAPD.
Mr. Orange Joe, I don't have the single, slightest **** idea what you're talking about.
Joe I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong. I know this man, he wouldn't do that.
You don't know shit I do the **** tipped off the cops and got Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue killed.
Mr. Blue is dead?
Dead as Dillinger.
How do you know all of this?
He was the only one I wasn't a hundred percent on. I should have my **** head examined going in when I wasn't a hundred percent sure.
That's your proof?!
[Draws a gun and aims at Orange]
You don't need proof when you got instinct. I ignored it before but no more.
[Mr. White draws a gun and aims at Joe. And Eddie draws a gun and aims at White.]
Have you lost your **** mind?
Joe you are making a mistake, I won't let you do it.
Come on guys. We're supposed to be acting like **** professionals.
Joe you shoot that man, you die next. Repeat: You shoot that man, you die next.
Larry, it's been a long time, a lot of jobs. We've been through a lot of shit. You respect me and I respect you, but I will put bullets in your heart if you don't put that **** gun down now. Let's all just put our guns down and settle this with a **** conversation.
Goddamn you, Joe. Don't make me do this.
LARRY YOU STOP POINTING THAT **** GUN AT MY DAD!
[White, Eddie, Joe and Orange are all shot simultaniously.]
Mr. Orange Oh God! Shit! I'm gonna die, Larry! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!
Just hold on, buddy boy!
Mr. Orange I'm gonna die!
Hey!
Mr. Orange I'm sorry! I can't...
Hey there!
Mr. Orange The **** crawdad!
Hey! Just cancel that shit, right now! You're hurt, you're hurt real **** bad, but you ain't dying!
Mr. Orange I'm gonna die! This blood's scaring the shit outta me, Larry! I'm gonna die, I know it!
Oh, excuse me, I didn't realise you had a degree in medicine! Uh... ah... are you a doctor? Are you a doctor? Answer me please! Are you a doctor? Huh?
Mr. Orange No, I'm not.
OK! So you admit you don't know what you're talking about! So, when you're through giving me your ameteur opinion, just lie back and listen to the news! I'm taking you back to the rendezvous, Joe's gonna get you a doctor, the doctor's gonna fix you up, and you're gonna be ok! Now say it! You're gonna be ok! SAY IT! [sings] You're gonna be ok! Say the goddamn words, you're gonna be ok!
Mr. Orange [groans]
Oh, God!
Mr. Orange I'm ok, Larry
Correct! Correct!
Mr. Orange I'm ok...
Let me tell you what Like a Virgin is about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It's a metaphor for big dicks.
No, no. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable. She's been **** over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Time out, Greenbay. Tell that ****in' bullshit to the tourists.
Like a Virgin is not about some sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what True Blue is about. Granted, no argument about that.
Mr. Orange Which one is True Blue?
You ain't heard True Blue? It was a big ass hit for Madonna. I don't even follow this Tops of the Pops shit, and even I've heard of True Blue.
Mr. Orange Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.
Personally, I can do without her.
I used to like her early stuff. Borderline - but once she got off with that Papa Don't Preach phase, I tuned out.
You guys are, like, making me lose my... train of thought here. I was saying something, what was it?
Oh, Toby's that little Chinese girl. What was her last name?
What's that?
It's an old address book I found in a coat I haven't worn in a coon's age. What was that name?
What the **** was I talking about?
You said 'True Blue' was about a guy... er.... a sensitive girl who meets a nice guy, but 'Like a Virgin' was a metaphor for big dicks.
O.K., let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular **** machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon: dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
How many dicks is that?
A lot.
Then one day she meets this John Holmes mother****er and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in The Great Escape; he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain.
Chu? Toby Chu?
It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat ****s her it hurts. It hurts, just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding the **** machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin."
