Big Daddy Quotes in Kick-Ass (2010)

Big Daddy: Good job. I'm so proud of you, baby doll. Are you okay?

Hit Girl: Mhmm... but getting shot, Daddy... it hurt a lot more than when you did it.

Big Daddy: That's because I used low velocity rounds, child... he... he...

Hit Girl: You're the kindest Daddy in the whole world.

Big Daddy: No, I just... I love you...

Hit Girl: I love you, too, Daddy... I love you, too, Daddy. Sleep tight.

Big Daddy: Go to Robiiiin's Reveeeeeeeenge!

Big Daddy: Take cover child!

Big Daddy: We found your car Sergeant. Your plates told us who you were. It was easy to see where you were headed tonight. Hell, I would've done the same thing. The unwritten Purge rule: don't save lives. Tonight we take lives. We make things manageable. Unfortunately the citizens aren't killing enough. So we supplement it all to keep things balanced. It's important work the NFFA does and we can't have any interference. We can't have heroes... oh no sir... no heroes. I hope you feel cleansed. Blessed be America, a nation reborn.

[from trailer]

Johnny: [talking to his father through an inmate phone service] Dad, I just don't want to end up being in your gang. I want to be a singer.

Big Daddy: How do I end up with a son like you?

Johnny: [as he father storms off] I'll get you out! Dad, wait! I'll get the money, I promise!

Big Daddy: [seeing Johnny playing piano on TV] That's my son!

Big Daddy: Johnny, you were supposed to be keeping a lookout!

Johnny: Sorry, dad.

Big Daddy: Bring me my pendulum, kiddies, I feel like swinging!

Big Daddy: [instructing raiding party] Now unless they start shooting first, nobody shoot 'em. That's way too simple for these jokers. We're gonna whoop that nigger lover to death! And I am personally gonna strip and clip that gaboon myself!

[puts on bag]

Big Daddy: Damn! I can't see fuckin' shit outta this thing.

Unnamed Baghead: We ready or what?

Big Daddy: Naw, hold on, I'm fuckin' with my eye holes.

[rips bag]

Big Daddy: Oh. Oh, shit.

[takes off bag]

Big Daddy: Ah, I just made it worse.

Unnamed Baghead: Who made this goddamn shit?

Other Unnamed Baghead: Willard's wife.

Willard: Well, make your own goddamn mask!

Big Daddy: Look. Nobody's sayin' they don't appreciate what Jenny did.

Unnamed Baghead: Well, if all I had to do was cut a hole in a bag, I coulda cut it better than this!

Other Unnamed Baghead: What about you, Robert? Can you see?

Robert: Not too good. I mean, if I don't move my head I can see you pretty good, more or less. But when I start ridin', the bag's movin' all over, and I - I'm ridin' blind.

Bag Head #2: [rips bag] Shit. I just made mine worse. Anybody bring any extra bags?

Unnamed Baghead: No! Nobody brought an extra bag!

Unnamed Baghead: [raiding party is discussing their bags] Do we have to wear 'em when we ride?

Big Daddy: Oh, well shitfire! If you don't wear 'em as you ride up, that just defeats the purpose!

Unnamed Baghead: Well, I can't see in this fuckin' thing!

[takes bag off]

Unnamed Baghead: I can't breathe in this fuckin' thing, and I can't ride in this fuckin' thing!

Willard: Well fuck all y'all! I'm going home! You know, I watched my wife work all day gettin' thirty bags together for you ungrateful sons of bitches! And all I can hear is criticize, criticize, criticize! From now on, don't ask me or mine for nothin'!

Big Daddy: Now look. Let's not forget why we're here. We gotta kill a nigger over that hill there! And we gotta make a lesson out of him!

Bag Head #2: Okay, I'm confused. Are the bags on or off?

Robert: I think... we all think the bag was a nice idea. But - not pointin' any fingers - they coulda been done better. So, how 'bout, no bags this time - but next time, we do the bags right, and then we go full regalia.

[all agree]

Big Daddy: Wait a minute! I didn't say 'no bags'!

Bag Head #2: But nobody can see.

Big Daddy: So?

Bag Head #2: So, it'd be nice to see.

Big Daddy: Goddammit! This is a raid! I can't see! You can't see! So what? All that matters is can the fuckin' horse see? That's a raid!

Big Daddy: Uh, Betina?

Betina: Yes sir, Big Daddy?

Big Daddy: Uh...

[to Schultz]

Big Daddy: What's your Jimmie's name again?

Dr. King Schultz: Django.

Big Daddy: Django!

[to Betina]

Big Daddy: Betina, sugar, could you take Django there and take him around the grounds here and show him all the pretty stuff?

Betina: As you please, Big Daddy!

Dr. King Schultz: Oh, Mr. Bennett, I must remind you, Django is a free man. He cannot be treated like a slave. He... within the boundaries of good taste, he must be treated as an extension of myself.

Big Daddy: Understood. Betina, sugar?

Betina: Yes?

Big Daddy: Django isn't a slave. Django is a free man. You understand?

[Betina pauses]

Big Daddy: You can't treat him like any of the other niggers around here, 'cause he ain't like any of the other nigger around here. Ya got it?

Betina: You mean, you want me to actually treat him like white folks?

Big Daddy: No, that's not what I said!

Betina: Then I don't know what you want, Big Daddy!

Big Daddy: Yes, I can see that. Uh, what's the name of that peckerwood boy from town that works with the glass? His momma work at the lumberyard...

Big Daddy's Mammy: Oh, you mean Jerry?

Big Daddy: That's the boy's name, Jerry!

[to Betina]

Big Daddy: You know Jerry, don't ya, sugar?

Betina: Yes, Big Daddy.

Big Daddy: Well, that's it then! Just treat him like you would Jerry!

Big Daddy: It's against the law for niggers to ride horses in this territory.

Dr. King Schultz: This is my valet, and my valet doesn't walk...

Big Daddy: I said, niggers on horses...

Dr. King Schultz: His name is Django, he's a free man, and he can ride what he pleases!

Big Daddy: Not on my property, not around my niggers he can't!

Dr. King Schultz: My good sir, perhaps we got off on the wrong boot. Allow me to unring this bell! My name is Dr.King Schultz, this is my valet, Django, and these are our horses, Fritz, and Tony.

[Fritz the horse does his bow, making the slave girls giggle]

Dr. King Schultz: Mr. Bennett, I've been lead to believe you are a gentleman, and a business man. And it is in these capacities that we've ridden from Texas to Tennessee to talk with you now.

Big Daddy: State your business.

Dr. King Schultz: I wish to purchase one of your nigger gals!

Big Daddy: You and your Jimmie rode from Texas to Tennessee, to buy one of my nigger gals, no appointment, no nothin'?

Dr. King Schultz: Well, I'm afraid so!

Big Daddy: Well what if I say, I don't like you, or your fancy pants nigger, and I wouldn't sell you a tinkers damn! Now, what'cha gotta say about that?

Dr. King Schultz: [Django hands his head, Schultz looks at him and looks back up at Big Daddy] Mr. Bennett! If you are the business man I've been led to believe you to be, I have five thousand things I might say that could change your mind.

Big Daddy: [laughs] Well, c'mon inside and get yourself somethin' cool to drank!

Dr. King Schultz: [Big Daddy approaches with a mob of other people to confront Schultz and Django after they killed the Brittle brothers] Everybody calm down, we mean no one else any harm!

Big Daddy: Who are you two jokers?

Dr. King Schultz: I am Dr. King Schultz, a legal representative of the criminal justice system of the United States of America. The man to my left is Django Freeman, he's my deputy. In my pocket is a warrant signed by circuit court judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin, Texas, for the arrest and capture, dead or alive, of John Brittle, Ellis Brittle, and Roger Brittle...

Django: They were going by the name of "Shaffer."

Dr. King Schultz: You know them by the name "Shaffer," but the butchers real names were Brittle. These are wanted men; the law wants them for murder. I reiterate, this warrant states "dead or alive." When Django and myself executed these men on sight, we were operating within our legal boundaries. Now, I realize passions are high, but I must warn you, the penalty for taking deadly force against a officer of the court in the performance of his duty is, you will be hung by the neck until you are dead.

Dr. King Schultz: [pause] May I please remove the warrant from my pocket so you may examine it?

Big Daddy: [Resting his rifle on his shoulder] Gimme.

Dr. King Schultz: Satisfied? May I have that back?

Big Daddy: Get off my land!

Bag Head #2: Anybody bring any extra bags?

Unnamed Baghead: No! Nobody brought an extra bag!

Bag Head #2: I'm just askin'!

Unnamed Baghead: Do we have to wear 'em when we ride?

Big Daddy: Well... shitfire! If you don't wear it as you ride up, that just defeats the purpose!

Unnamed Baghead: Well I can't see in this fuckin' thing! I can't breath in this fuckin' thing! And I can't ride in this fuckin' thing!

Willard: Well fuck all y'all, I'm goin' home! You know I watched my wife work all day getting 30 bags together for you ungrateful sons of bitches, and all I can hear is criticize, criticize, criticize! From now on, don't ask me or mine for nuthin!

[rides away]

Big Daddy: Now, look! Let's not forget why we're here. We got to kill a nigger over that hill there. And we gotta make a lesson out of him.

Bag Head #2: Okay, I'm confused. Are the bags on or off?

Unnamed Baghead: I think... we all think... the bag was a nice idea.

[mumbled agreement among others]

Unnamed Baghead: . But... I'm not pointin' any fingers... they coulda been done better. So, how 'bout... no bags this time. But next time, we do the bags right and then we go full regalia.

Big Daddy: Wait a minute! I didn't say no bags.

Bag Head #2: But nobody can see.

Big Daddy: So?

Bag Head #2: So it'd be nice to see.

Big Daddy: God dammit! This is a raid! I can't see, you can't see. So what? All that matters is can the fucking horse see? That's a raid!