48 Hrs. Quotes
A hard-nosed cop reluctantly teams up with a wise-cracking criminal temporarily paroled to him, in order to track down a killer.
[In Chinatown, Jack and Reggie start arguing]
Jack: This sucks! A maniac gets ahold of my gun and runs all over the streets killin' people with it. So, instead of bein' where I oughta be, home in bed with my gal givin' her the high hard one, I'm out here doin' THIS shit: roamin' around the streets with an overdressed, charcoal-colored loser like you.
Reggie: Look, man, if you don't like it, why don't you just leave? I can take care of Ganz by myself, all right?
Jack: Heh, don't make me laugh. You can't take care of shit. You been dickin' me around since we started this turd hunt! The only thing you're good for is GAMES. So far, what I got outta you is nothin'!
Reggie: Yeah, well, I'm real impressed with you too, man. It takes a real-skilled cop to kick in the bedroom door of a couple of dykes!
Jack: Luther knows more and he told me and so do you. I wanna know what the fuck this is all about! I gave you 48 hours to come up with somethin' and the clock's runnin'!
Reggie: Yeah, well, maybe I don't like the way you asked me, all right?
Jack: Who GIVES a goddamn what YOU like? You're just a crook on a weekend pass! You're not even a goddamn NAME anymore! You're just a spearchucker with a number stencilled on the back of his prison fatigues! And I'm through fuckin' around. You tell me the truth or you're gonna get the living shit beat outta you.
Reggie: Oh, you're gonna kick MY ass now? I think you lost your mind, Cates. Just put your gun back in your holster and get in the car and let's go. I'm serious. I'm not in the mood and I'm just gonna end up fuckin' you up out here and it's gonna be an embarrassment to you and the police force.
Jack: Let me explain one thing to you, nigger: I fight DIRTY!
[punches Reggie; the two start fist-fighting]
Jack: This sucks! A maniac gets ahold of my gun and runs all over the streets killin' people with it. So, instead of bein' where I oughta be, home in bed with my gal givin' her the high hard one, I'm out here doin' THIS shit: roamin' around the streets with an overdressed, charcoal-colored loser like you.
Reggie: Look, man, if you don't like it, why don't you just leave? I can take care of Ganz by myself, all right?
Jack: Heh, don't make me laugh. You can't take care of shit. You been dickin' me around since we started this turd hunt! The only thing you're good for is GAMES. So far, what I got outta you is nothin'!
Reggie: Yeah, well, I'm real impressed with you too, man. It takes a real-skilled cop to kick in the bedroom door of a couple of dykes!
Jack: Luther knows more and he told me and so do you. I wanna know what the fuck this is all about! I gave you 48 hours to come up with somethin' and the clock's runnin'!
Reggie: Yeah, well, maybe I don't like the way you asked me, all right?
Jack: Who GIVES a goddamn what YOU like? You're just a crook on a weekend pass! You're not even a goddamn NAME anymore! You're just a spearchucker with a number stencilled on the back of his prison fatigues! And I'm through fuckin' around. You tell me the truth or you're gonna get the living shit beat outta you.
Reggie: Oh, you're gonna kick MY ass now? I think you lost your mind, Cates. Just put your gun back in your holster and get in the car and let's go. I'm serious. I'm not in the mood and I'm just gonna end up fuckin' you up out here and it's gonna be an embarrassment to you and the police force.
Jack: Let me explain one thing to you, nigger: I fight DIRTY!
[punches Reggie; the two start fist-fighting]
Jack: I'm through fucking around. You tell me the truth or you'll get the living shit beat outta you.
Reggie: You're gonna kick my ass now? You're crazy. Let's get in the car, all right? I'm serious. I'm not in the mood. I'll just end up fucking you up and it'll be an embarrassment to you and the police force.
Jack: Let me explain one thing to you, Nigger. I FIGHT DIRTY!
Reggie: You're gonna kick my ass now? You're crazy. Let's get in the car, all right? I'm serious. I'm not in the mood. I'll just end up fucking you up and it'll be an embarrassment to you and the police force.
Jack: Let me explain one thing to you, Nigger. I FIGHT DIRTY!
Reggie: This ain't no god damn way to start a partnership.
Jack: Now, get this! We ain't partners. We ain't brothers. And we ain't friends. I'm puttin' you down and keepin' you down until Ganz is locked up or dead. And if Ganz gets away, you're gonna be sorry YOU ever MET me!
[beat]
Reggie: I'm already sorry.
Jack: Now, get this! We ain't partners. We ain't brothers. And we ain't friends. I'm puttin' you down and keepin' you down until Ganz is locked up or dead. And if Ganz gets away, you're gonna be sorry YOU ever MET me!
[beat]
Reggie: I'm already sorry.
Jack: Hammond! You tell me what this is all about or you and me are going at it again. I wanna know what this is about between you and Ganz.
Reggie: Look I've been waiting for a lot of money for a long time, man.
Jack: How much money?
Reggie: Half a million dollars. Starting to get the picture now? You're on the wrong side of the law and order track here, Jack.
Jack: Just tell me about the god damn money.
Reggie: Me and Ganz hit a dealer during a sale. It's the kind of money nobody reports stolen.
Jack: So he's after your money.
Reggie: You know you're a real smart cop, Jack. So how much you want, huh? Half?
Jack: Not likely, convict.
Reggie: Oh, I can't have none of it now, huh?
Jack: I believe in the merit system so far you ain't earned any points, boy.
Reggie: [Southern drawl] Oh well I'll be real good from now on, Massa Cates!
Jack: Just tell me where the god damn money is.
Reggie: In the trunk of my car.
Jack: Right, convict.
Reggie: Forget this man, we ain't brothers, we ain't partners, and we aint' friends and if Ganz get's away with my money you're gonna be sorry you ever met me!
Jack: I'm already sorry.
Reggie: Look I've been waiting for a lot of money for a long time, man.
Jack: How much money?
Reggie: Half a million dollars. Starting to get the picture now? You're on the wrong side of the law and order track here, Jack.
Jack: Just tell me about the god damn money.
Reggie: Me and Ganz hit a dealer during a sale. It's the kind of money nobody reports stolen.
Jack: So he's after your money.
Reggie: You know you're a real smart cop, Jack. So how much you want, huh? Half?
Jack: Not likely, convict.
Reggie: Oh, I can't have none of it now, huh?
Jack: I believe in the merit system so far you ain't earned any points, boy.
Reggie: [Southern drawl] Oh well I'll be real good from now on, Massa Cates!
Jack: Just tell me where the god damn money is.
Reggie: In the trunk of my car.
Jack: Right, convict.
Reggie: Forget this man, we ain't brothers, we ain't partners, and we aint' friends and if Ganz get's away with my money you're gonna be sorry you ever met me!
Jack: I'm already sorry.
Jack: Is Luther part of the gang?
Reggie: What gang you talkin' 'bout, Jack?
Jack: Hey, I can read a police file, shit-head. Quit calling me Jack.
Reggie: It's just an expression, all right? I don't mean nothin' by it.
Jack: I don't give a damn. It happens to be my name.
Reggie: What the hell you complainin' for? At least nobody callin' you shit-head.
Jack: I may call YOU worse than THAT.
Reggie: What gang you talkin' 'bout, Jack?
Jack: Hey, I can read a police file, shit-head. Quit calling me Jack.
Reggie: It's just an expression, all right? I don't mean nothin' by it.
Jack: I don't give a damn. It happens to be my name.
Reggie: What the hell you complainin' for? At least nobody callin' you shit-head.
Jack: I may call YOU worse than THAT.
[last lines]
Jack: I need a car. How about loaning me a couple thousand when you get out?
Reggie: What kind of car do you want?
Jack: A convertible. I'm a rag top man.
Reggie: [pause] Deal.
Jack: Good. But even if you do give me the money for a car don't mean shit. If I ever hear that you're crossing the line, I'll bust your ass.
Reggie: Now Jack, the both of us know that I'm gonna be an honest man from now on. Right?
Jack: Good.
Reggie: But if I *did* decide to be a thief, what makes you think you can catch me?
Jack: [pause] Can I have my lighter back, Reggie?
Reggie: [laughs]
Jack: I need a car. How about loaning me a couple thousand when you get out?
Reggie: What kind of car do you want?
Jack: A convertible. I'm a rag top man.
Reggie: [pause] Deal.
Jack: Good. But even if you do give me the money for a car don't mean shit. If I ever hear that you're crossing the line, I'll bust your ass.
Reggie: Now Jack, the both of us know that I'm gonna be an honest man from now on. Right?
Jack: Good.
Reggie: But if I *did* decide to be a thief, what makes you think you can catch me?
Jack: [pause] Can I have my lighter back, Reggie?
Reggie: [laughs]
Patrol Officer #1: We got a burglary call. Two women reported a couple of hoods busting into their place posing as cops.
Jack: Yeah, I followed a lead, we rousted 'em. Why don't you guys go sweet-talk 'em, straighten it out?
Patrol Officer #1: I've got a better idea, why don't you go do it yourself? We've got better things to do than straighten out your messes.
Jack: I'll file a report tomorrow.
Patrol Officer #1: Yeah? I'm gonna file a report tonight.
Jack: Yeah? Goes with the territory.
Jack: Yeah, I followed a lead, we rousted 'em. Why don't you guys go sweet-talk 'em, straighten it out?
Patrol Officer #1: I've got a better idea, why don't you go do it yourself? We've got better things to do than straighten out your messes.
Jack: I'll file a report tomorrow.
Patrol Officer #1: Yeah? I'm gonna file a report tonight.
Jack: Yeah? Goes with the territory.
[Ganz is holding Reggie hostage, using him as a human shield]
Ganz: Hey, cop! Come here! I got something for you!
[Jack comes out]
Jack: You're not gonna make it.
Ganz: What are you talkin' about? I got your gun! I got the money! I got everything!
Reggie: Take aim, man, and blow his fucking brains out!
Ganz: Bullshit! He ain't gonna try it! Right, cop?
[Jack shoots Ganz, throwing him off Reggie]
Reggie: Are you crazy, man? I was just bluffing!
Ganz: Hey, cop! Come here! I got something for you!
[Jack comes out]
Jack: You're not gonna make it.
Ganz: What are you talkin' about? I got your gun! I got the money! I got everything!
Reggie: Take aim, man, and blow his fucking brains out!
Ganz: Bullshit! He ain't gonna try it! Right, cop?
[Jack shoots Ganz, throwing him off Reggie]
Reggie: Are you crazy, man? I was just bluffing!
Reggie: This is a police matter and I'm looking for an Indian named Billy Bear. I know everyone in here wants to cooperate with me...
[a guy runs and Cates tackles him]
Reggie: Hey that's not even necessary, alright man? I got the situation in hand.
Jack: [fake southern drawl] Some of us citizens are behind you all the way, officer.
[a guy runs and Cates tackles him]
Reggie: Hey that's not even necessary, alright man? I got the situation in hand.
Jack: [fake southern drawl] Some of us citizens are behind you all the way, officer.
Reggie: You know speaking of moaning, my stomach is starting to growl. We better go get something to eat.
Jack: We eat when I say we eat!
Reggie: Now that's bullshit, that's the last straw, all right? I want some food now. If you don't like it, you can take me to the penitentiary and kiss my hungry black ass goodbye all right? You took me out here, you've been treating me like shit when we first left and I want some food in a nice place, nice atmosphere with some good people and...
Jack: [interrupts] Okay, hold it. I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat. I know a place. All right?
Reggie: All right let's go.
Jack: All right.
Reggie: I want some mandolins and some violins.
Jack: [buys a chocolate bar from a vending machine] There's ya' goddamn dinner!
Jack: We eat when I say we eat!
Reggie: Now that's bullshit, that's the last straw, all right? I want some food now. If you don't like it, you can take me to the penitentiary and kiss my hungry black ass goodbye all right? You took me out here, you've been treating me like shit when we first left and I want some food in a nice place, nice atmosphere with some good people and...
Jack: [interrupts] Okay, hold it. I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat. I know a place. All right?
Reggie: All right let's go.
Jack: All right.
Reggie: I want some mandolins and some violins.
Jack: [buys a chocolate bar from a vending machine] There's ya' goddamn dinner!
Reggie: You gonna write my life story?
Jack: Not likely, Reggie. Tell me who this is.
[shows Reggie a photo of a guy with a bullet in his head]
Reggie: That's Henry Wong, old friend of mine. He's looked BETTER. Look, man. I been in this goddamn cell for two and a half years and I'm getting out in six months. I ain't doing nothing to fuck myself up. But if you came here to find out something from me: You've come to the wrong person, 'Cause I don't FUCK my old friends over, man!
Jack: That's too bad, Reggie. I thought maybe you were a smart boy. But I guess if you were real smart: you wouldn't be a convict. I guess a raider like you would be no match like Ganz.
Reggie: Ganz?
Jack: Right.
Reggie: Ganz is gonna be here two years after I get out.
Jack: Not likely, Reggie. Tell me who this is.
[shows Reggie a photo of a guy with a bullet in his head]
Reggie: That's Henry Wong, old friend of mine. He's looked BETTER. Look, man. I been in this goddamn cell for two and a half years and I'm getting out in six months. I ain't doing nothing to fuck myself up. But if you came here to find out something from me: You've come to the wrong person, 'Cause I don't FUCK my old friends over, man!
Jack: That's too bad, Reggie. I thought maybe you were a smart boy. But I guess if you were real smart: you wouldn't be a convict. I guess a raider like you would be no match like Ganz.
Reggie: Ganz?
Jack: Right.
Reggie: Ganz is gonna be here two years after I get out.
Reggie: You start running a respectable business and I won't have to come in here and hassle you every night. You know what I mean?
[to the bar patrons]
Reggie: And I want the rest of you cowboys to know something, there's a new sheriff in town. And his name is Reggie Hammond. So y'all be cool. Right on.
[to the bar patrons]
Reggie: And I want the rest of you cowboys to know something, there's a new sheriff in town. And his name is Reggie Hammond. So y'all be cool. Right on.
Reggie: How do?
Cowboy Bartender: [irritably] Yeah?
Reggie: I'd like something to drink, preferably some vodka.
Cowboy Bartender: Maybe you'd best have a... Black Russian.
Reggie: [laughs] Black Russian?
[taps a nearby patron on the shoulder]
Reggie: You hear what he said? Black Russian, that's a funny joke. I get it, I'm black. Now, that's... that's funny. No, I'd just rather have plain old vodka, that'd be nice...
[as the bartender gets Reggie his drink]
Reggie: You know, as long as we're standing here talking, you know, we're all friendly, I'm looking for a...
[flashes Cates' badge, the photo hidden by his thumb]
Reggie: gold ol' boy by the name of Billy Bear. I was wondering if you might be able to help me find him?
Cowboy Bartender: [hands Reggie a shot] Never heard of him.
Reggie: Never heard of him before? Never heard of Billy Bear, huh?
[downs his vodka]
Reggie: Lookee here.
[fastballs his shotglass into the bar mirror, smashing it]
Reggie: [the whole bar goes quiet, Reggie grabs the bartender by his shirt neck]
Reggie: Fuckin' heard of him now, man?
Cowboy Bartender: I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Reggie: Well, maybe you wouldn't mind if I looked around for a little while then, huh?
Cowboy Bartender: I don't give a shit what you do!
Reggie: [releases bartender] Good!
Cowboy Bartender: [irritably] Yeah?
Reggie: I'd like something to drink, preferably some vodka.
Cowboy Bartender: Maybe you'd best have a... Black Russian.
Reggie: [laughs] Black Russian?
[taps a nearby patron on the shoulder]
Reggie: You hear what he said? Black Russian, that's a funny joke. I get it, I'm black. Now, that's... that's funny. No, I'd just rather have plain old vodka, that'd be nice...
[as the bartender gets Reggie his drink]
Reggie: You know, as long as we're standing here talking, you know, we're all friendly, I'm looking for a...
[flashes Cates' badge, the photo hidden by his thumb]
Reggie: gold ol' boy by the name of Billy Bear. I was wondering if you might be able to help me find him?
Cowboy Bartender: [hands Reggie a shot] Never heard of him.
Reggie: Never heard of him before? Never heard of Billy Bear, huh?
[downs his vodka]
Reggie: Lookee here.
[fastballs his shotglass into the bar mirror, smashing it]
Reggie: [the whole bar goes quiet, Reggie grabs the bartender by his shirt neck]
Reggie: Fuckin' heard of him now, man?
Cowboy Bartender: I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Reggie: Well, maybe you wouldn't mind if I looked around for a little while then, huh?
Cowboy Bartender: I don't give a shit what you do!
Reggie: [releases bartender] Good!
