Hard Target Quotes
A woman hires a drifter as her guide through New Orleans in search of her father, who has gone missing. They discover a deadly game of cat and mouse behind his disappearance in the process.
[last lines; after Fouchon stabbed Douvee with an arrow]
Chance Boudreaux: [shakes him] Douvee! Douvee!
Douvee: [opens his eyes] What is this noise?
[they help him sit up]
Douvee: I think I hurt pretty bad.
[He takes his flask out of his breast pocket, which has a hole punched in it]
Douvee: Now this... this real catastrophe! This real bad!
Chance Boudreaux: Yeah, real bad.
Chance Boudreaux: [shakes him] Douvee! Douvee!
Douvee: [opens his eyes] What is this noise?
[they help him sit up]
Douvee: I think I hurt pretty bad.
[He takes his flask out of his breast pocket, which has a hole punched in it]
Douvee: Now this... this real catastrophe! This real bad!
Chance Boudreaux: Yeah, real bad.
Waitress: How's that gumbo, Chance?
Chance Boudreaux: A tragedy. The coffee was tolerable, though.
Waitress: It ain't free, neither.
Chance Boudreaux: Yeah. I know.
Waitress: Leave your wallet in your tuxedo?
Chance Boudreaux: I play that one on you before?
Waitress: Yeah. For the gumbo.
Chance Boudreaux: That's right.
[hands her a whole bunch of change]
Chance Boudreaux: A tragedy. The coffee was tolerable, though.
Waitress: It ain't free, neither.
Chance Boudreaux: Yeah. I know.
Waitress: Leave your wallet in your tuxedo?
Chance Boudreaux: I play that one on you before?
Waitress: Yeah. For the gumbo.
Chance Boudreaux: That's right.
[hands her a whole bunch of change]
Pik van Cleef: It appears your trophy is ripping us a new orifice.
Emil Fouchon: Let me review the tactical situation for you, gentlemen. Boudreaux is wounded. He's been pursued and harried across miles of open country. Now he's cornered and outnumbered 20 to 1. He's an annoying little fucking insect and I want him stepped on hard.
Emil Fouchon: Let me review the tactical situation for you, gentlemen. Boudreaux is wounded. He's been pursued and harried across miles of open country. Now he's cornered and outnumbered 20 to 1. He's an annoying little fucking insect and I want him stepped on hard.
Randal Poe: [Lying face down on a massage table thinking the masseuse is still massaging him, not knowing that Chance is] Oh yeah baby
Chance Boudreaux: Hello Poe!
Randal Poe: [Making a startled rise from the table] What the fuck?
Chance Boudreaux: [Slamming Poe's face down into the head rest] You miss me?
Randal Poe: Oh Christ not again!
Chance Boudreaux: It looks like you're short an ear, so you better listen very carefully. Now, who sent those apes after me?
Randal Poe: [Squirming in pain] I dont know what you're talking about
Chance Boudreaux: [Pushes Poe's head harder into the head rest] Two million people in this city, who's gonna miss a fat slob like you?
Randal Poe: Van Cleef! His name is Van Cleef!
Chance Boudreaux: Good boy, where is he?
Randal Poe: I dont know where he lives, he ain't even American! Look he'll kill me if I dont do what he says, please...
Chance Boudreaux: [Again pushes his head further into the head rest] You tell your boyfriend Van Cleef that im going to find out who killed Douglas Binder. If you understand me, just grunt
Randal Poe: [Grunts hesitantly]
Chance Boudreaux: Again
[pushes his head even harder in the head rest]
Chance Boudreaux: Hello Poe!
Randal Poe: [Making a startled rise from the table] What the fuck?
Chance Boudreaux: [Slamming Poe's face down into the head rest] You miss me?
Randal Poe: Oh Christ not again!
Chance Boudreaux: It looks like you're short an ear, so you better listen very carefully. Now, who sent those apes after me?
Randal Poe: [Squirming in pain] I dont know what you're talking about
Chance Boudreaux: [Pushes Poe's head harder into the head rest] Two million people in this city, who's gonna miss a fat slob like you?
Randal Poe: Van Cleef! His name is Van Cleef!
Chance Boudreaux: Good boy, where is he?
Randal Poe: I dont know where he lives, he ain't even American! Look he'll kill me if I dont do what he says, please...
Chance Boudreaux: [Again pushes his head further into the head rest] You tell your boyfriend Van Cleef that im going to find out who killed Douglas Binder. If you understand me, just grunt
Randal Poe: [Grunts hesitantly]
Chance Boudreaux: Again
[pushes his head even harder in the head rest]
