I should’ve given you to God when you were born, but I was weak and backsliding, and now the devil has come home. We’ll pray.
I got bosses. They got rules.
He ain’t in the box because of the joke played on him. He back-sassed a free man. They got their rules. We ain’t got nothin’ to do with that. Would probably have happened to him sooner or later anyway, a complainer like him. He gotta learn the rules the same as anybody else.
Ten days isolation, Hilts.
When I’m all alone, the dreaming stops.
The dream is always the same.
All right, let’s say you’re telling the truth and this is all a dream. I could pull this trigger and it won’t matter.
He did not care any more… life and death… the same.
Sex and death - two things that come once in a lifetime… but at least after death, you’re not nauseous.
Don’t feel bad about losing your virtue. I sort of knew you would. Everybody always does.
Slut! She’s a slut! Look at her! Slut!
…for an hour, I’m the best actress in the world, and the best fuck in the world.
I’m king of the world!
You honor our humble home.
Oooh! All right, that’s it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! Make a note of this: dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow, dis…
Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?
She thinks she’s found a magical land… In the upstairs wardrobe.
Forget it Jake. It’s Chinatown.
China is here!
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: “Have ya paid your dues, Jack?” “Yessir, the check is in the mail.”