Tough monkey. Guys like you end up in the stockade sooner or later. Some day you’ll walk in; I’ll be waiting. I’ll show you a couple of things.
You can’t give a monkey a latte!
Right turn, Clyde.
This here’s Miss Bonnie Parker. I’m Clyde Barrow. We rob banks.
You’re out of your bloody mind, Pierce, trying to rob a moving train! It can’t be done!
Pardon me, boy, is that the Transylvania Choo-choo?
I don’t like Junior crossing the tracks on his way to the reform school.
There is no such thing as a bad boy.
Why don’t you get over that “mother complex”?
It’s a high ransom she charges for nine months lodging in the womb.
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.
It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin’ on the porch with my family, singin’ and dancin’ down in Mississippi.
Mississippi’s the only thing that keeps Arkansas from being the worst state in the whole country.
In the courts of Mississippi, they have been reminded, that they cannot, by force, turn our communities into replicas of their communities… communities in which negroes run riot, unrestrained and unpunished, as they do this summer in the streets of Harlem, or they do in the streets of Oakland, or they do in the STREETS OF CHICAGO!
“Are you trying to show contempt for this court?”
“On the contrary, your honor. I’m trying to hide it.”
Why, if I had a horse I’d horsewhip you!
You know, everybody thinks we found this broken-down horse and fixed him, but we didn’t. He fixed us. Every one of us. And I guess in a way we kinda fixed each other too.
Hail to the one-and-only horse without a head!
I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.
I’d buy that for a dollar!