Thunderbolt and Lightfoot Quotes
With the help of an irreverent young sidekick, a bank robber gets his old gang back together to organize a daring new heist.
Young Boy: [Goody, with Red along, are in a tiny ice-cream vendor's truck] You're early. You're supposed to go down the next street first, then come up here.
Eddie Goody: Well, listen. While we're here, can I sell you anything?
Young Boy: No, I'm waiting for Judy Ann. They have a better flavor of pistachio.
Red Leary: Look, kid, go fuck a duck.
Eddie Goody: Well, listen. While we're here, can I sell you anything?
Young Boy: No, I'm waiting for Judy Ann. They have a better flavor of pistachio.
Red Leary: Look, kid, go fuck a duck.
Melody: I didn't get your name.
Lightfoot: Well, I didn't give it to ya'. My name is Lightfoot.
Melody: "Lightfoot"?
Lightfoot: That's right.
Melody: That's a dumb name. I mean, what kind of person would name a kid that, ya' know?
Lightfoot: What's your name?
Melody: Melody.
Lightfoot: "Melody"? That's not a dumb name?... Hey, maybe we had the same father?
Lightfoot: Well, I didn't give it to ya'. My name is Lightfoot.
Melody: "Lightfoot"?
Lightfoot: That's right.
Melody: That's a dumb name. I mean, what kind of person would name a kid that, ya' know?
Lightfoot: What's your name?
Melody: Melody.
Lightfoot: "Melody"? That's not a dumb name?... Hey, maybe we had the same father?
Red Leary: [Lightfoot shows up with the van, newly dented by the girl on the motorcycle] Where'd you get the dents?
Lightfoot: [Nonchalantly] Progress. I dreamt about you last night.
Red Leary: What about?
Lightfoot: I dreamt you said hello to me.
Red Leary: Don't you get smart with me. I'll break both your arms.
Lightfoot: I'll keep that in mind.
Red Leary: Remember what I said. John and me go back a long way. But you don't mean nothin' to me, understand? Nothin'!
Lightfoot: What'd you try and kill him for then?
Red Leary: Because we were friends.
Lightfoot: [Nonchalantly] Progress. I dreamt about you last night.
Red Leary: What about?
Lightfoot: I dreamt you said hello to me.
Red Leary: Don't you get smart with me. I'll break both your arms.
Lightfoot: I'll keep that in mind.
Red Leary: Remember what I said. John and me go back a long way. But you don't mean nothin' to me, understand? Nothin'!
Lightfoot: What'd you try and kill him for then?
Red Leary: Because we were friends.
Lightfoot: Howdy. How's business?
Station Attendant: In this business, you're always one step away from bankruptcy. Funny money, credit, speculation... Somewhere in this country's a little ol' lady with $79.25. The five cents is a buffalo nickel... If she cashes in her investment, whole thing'll collapse. General Motors, the Pentagon, the two-party system and the whole shebang... We're all running downhill. Gotta' keep running faster or we'll fall down.
Station Attendant: In this business, you're always one step away from bankruptcy. Funny money, credit, speculation... Somewhere in this country's a little ol' lady with $79.25. The five cents is a buffalo nickel... If she cashes in her investment, whole thing'll collapse. General Motors, the Pentagon, the two-party system and the whole shebang... We're all running downhill. Gotta' keep running faster or we'll fall down.
Lightfoot: [Arriving at the site of what was supposed to be the old schoolhouse, now replaced with a modern new school] Are you sure this is the spot?
John Doherty: Yeah.
Lightfoot: What? I didn't hear what you said.
John Doherty: I said, yeah, this is it.
Lightfoot: Well, what happened to it?
John Doherty: I don't know... Progress.
John Doherty: Yeah.
Lightfoot: What? I didn't hear what you said.
John Doherty: I said, yeah, this is it.
Lightfoot: Well, what happened to it?
John Doherty: I don't know... Progress.
Secretary: [Thunderbolt is working in a metal shop] You forgot to give me your Social Security number.
John Doherty: What?
Secretary: I said that you forgot to give me your Social Security number.
John Doherty: Oh, I've forgotten it.
Secretary: Forgotten it?... Ha ha!... Nobody ever forgets their number. Where you been workin'?
John Doherty: What?
Secretary: I said that you forgot to give me your Social Security number.
John Doherty: Oh, I've forgotten it.
Secretary: Forgotten it?... Ha ha!... Nobody ever forgets their number. Where you been workin'?
Voice over Department Store PA system: All maintenance personnel off the floor. Bringing in the guard dogs now.
Red Leary: To hell with them dogs. They treat 'em better than us. They rush us outta' here like animals.
Janitor in Department Store: Let's not argue now, Sam. Those dogs ate up a man here once.
Red Leary: Ate him?
Janitor in Department Store: Yeah. Wrong man came on duty, dogs ate him up. They'll go through a plate-glass window to get at ya'. A man don't fool around with those kinda' animals.
[Sound of barking dogs in background grows louder]
Red Leary: To hell with them dogs. They treat 'em better than us. They rush us outta' here like animals.
Janitor in Department Store: Let's not argue now, Sam. Those dogs ate up a man here once.
Red Leary: Ate him?
Janitor in Department Store: Yeah. Wrong man came on duty, dogs ate him up. They'll go through a plate-glass window to get at ya'. A man don't fool around with those kinda' animals.
[Sound of barking dogs in background grows louder]
Lightfoot: [Hitchhiking: Thunderbolt and Lightfoot have accepted a ride from a crazy driver with a mess of a car] This guy another friend of yours?
John Doherty: Slightly advanced, isn't he?
John Doherty: [Exhaust fumes start billowing up in the back seating area] Hey, what's wrong with this wreck? We're gettin' gassed back here!
Lightfoot: This guy's a basket case. He's got the exhaust pipe in here.
John Doherty: Slightly advanced, isn't he?
John Doherty: [Exhaust fumes start billowing up in the back seating area] Hey, what's wrong with this wreck? We're gettin' gassed back here!
Lightfoot: This guy's a basket case. He's got the exhaust pipe in here.
Lightfoot: How you feelin' today, preacher?
John Doherty: [Reciting a line of poetry] The clock uncoils the working day, and he wakes up feeling his youth has gone away.
Lightfoot: Now what the hell is that? A prayer?
John Doherty: A poem.
Lightfoot: [In a mocking tone] A poem?
John Doherty: Poetry.
Lightfoot: Ah. You stick with me, kid. You can live forever.
John Doherty: [Reciting a line of poetry] The clock uncoils the working day, and he wakes up feeling his youth has gone away.
Lightfoot: Now what the hell is that? A prayer?
John Doherty: A poem.
Lightfoot: [In a mocking tone] A poem?
John Doherty: Poetry.
Lightfoot: Ah. You stick with me, kid. You can live forever.
John Doherty: In small-town banks, they leave the telephone off the hook in the vault at night so the local operator can listen in.
Lightfoot: People walk into these banks with paper sacks, fill 'em with money and walk out. Anybody can do it.
John Doherty: Bullshit. The newest bank vaults have walls of reinforced concrete five feet thick, backed by six inches of steel. The vault door is stainless steel-faced. It's an inch and a half of cast steel, another 12 inches of burn-resisting steel, and another inch and a half of open-hearthed steel... A vault door has 20 bolts, each an inch in diameter. Eight on each side, two top and two bottom. This holds the door into a 16-inch steel jamb set in 18 inches of concrete. It's crosshatched by steel bars running both vertical and horizontal. This door is precision-made so you can't pour nitro between the door and the vault. If that isn't enough, there's microphones, electric eyes, pressure-sensitive mats, vibration detectors, tear gas, and even thermostats that detect the slightest rise in temperature. Still interested in banks?
Lightfoot: I *knew* you weren't a preacher!
Lightfoot: People walk into these banks with paper sacks, fill 'em with money and walk out. Anybody can do it.
John Doherty: Bullshit. The newest bank vaults have walls of reinforced concrete five feet thick, backed by six inches of steel. The vault door is stainless steel-faced. It's an inch and a half of cast steel, another 12 inches of burn-resisting steel, and another inch and a half of open-hearthed steel... A vault door has 20 bolts, each an inch in diameter. Eight on each side, two top and two bottom. This holds the door into a 16-inch steel jamb set in 18 inches of concrete. It's crosshatched by steel bars running both vertical and horizontal. This door is precision-made so you can't pour nitro between the door and the vault. If that isn't enough, there's microphones, electric eyes, pressure-sensitive mats, vibration detectors, tear gas, and even thermostats that detect the slightest rise in temperature. Still interested in banks?
Lightfoot: I *knew* you weren't a preacher!
Lightfoot: [Final lines] You know... you know somethin'? I don't think of us as criminals, you know? I feel we accomplished something. A good job. I feel proud of myself, man. I feel like a hero.
John Doherty: Are you all right, kid? You don't look too well.
Lightfoot: I believe you're right.
[Slumps over]
John Doherty: Lightfoot!
John Doherty: Are you all right, kid? You don't look too well.
Lightfoot: I believe you're right.
[Slumps over]
John Doherty: Lightfoot!
