Brown Quotes in 3 Ninjas (1992)

Brown: Festin, don't screw this up or we'll have to kill ya.

Fester: Bummer.

Manfred von Richthofen: [meeting in a field] What now?

Brown: I guess we could try killing each other with our pistols. Killing you would make me famous, too.

Manfred von Richthofen: Sorry, I didn't bring mine, but you might want to button up your holster before you lose yours.

Manfred von Richthofen: How long have you been stationed in Europe?

Brown: Ever since Mother England called the kids for help. Meaning us, the Commonwealth colonies.

Manfred von Richthofen: You're right. The entire war seems to be a family affair.

Brown: Family ties is what you aristocrats are all about. Russian Tsar, the Royal families of Britain, France, Austria, Germany... Everyone is someone's nephew, uncle, brother. Man, your love life sure ignores all them borders.

Manfred von Richthofen: But to protect those borders, we kill each other off anyway.

Brown: And we always managed to find good enough reasons, don't we?

Brown: Sooner or later this war will be over. You should hook up with that nurse. I think she's got the hots for you.

Manfred von Richthofen: What makes you say that?

Brown: She kept bitching about you for weeks.

Brown: I can't say much for the women though, but, oh, the girls! All Malayan females should be poisoned at 21. Before that, they're... Mmmmmm!

Jock MacKay: But a bit on the dark side, hunh, Brown?

Brown: Oh, yes, they're dark, but the longer you're there, the whiter they get, or that's the way it seems. That didn't bother me, Jock. I'll never forget the first time I saw... We sailed into a little harbor about sundown. The girls all came swimming out, flowere in their long hair, singing and laughing up at us from the water. Brown skin? Seemed like gold to me! A richer, deeper gold than any metal! I can see that gold shimmering now on their wet bodies as they swam like mermaids to the rail and climbed on board, laughing at us like a lot of shameless imps.

Quincannon: Ah, man, Topper, 'tis the soul of a poet you have!

Sanders: Brown, you're a gentleman! You've got breeding! You must have faith!

Brown: Why?

Sanders: Why? Why in Heaven's name, man, what do you believe in?

Brown: Would it really interest you? Oh, a lot of things. A good horse, steak and kidney pudding, a fellow named George Brown, the asinine futility of this war, being frightened, being drunk enough to be brave and brave enough to be drunk, the feel of the sea when you swim, the taste and strength of wine, the loveliness of women, the splendid, unspeakable joy of killing Arabs, the smell of incense and bacon, the weight of a fist, an old pair of shoes, a toothache, triunph...

Sanders: STOP!

Brown: All right.

Hamilton: I'm afraid that Brown and I haven't brought you much luck. But rough waters bring smooth sailing. Eventually they do.

Solomon Northup: So... so sorry...

Hamilton: Shhh. We won't hear it. We won't.

Brown: Let him sleep.

Hamilton: Hmm. A good night's sleep. And tomorrow... tomorrow you will feel as well and refreshed as though the earth were new again.

Brown: Hamilton! Nothing more we can do for him.

Hamilton: Such is the pity.

Brown: Circus too constricting a word to describe the talented and merry band with which we travel. It is a spectacle unlike most have ever witnessed. Creatures from the darkest Africa as yet unseen by civilized man. Acrobats from the Orient able to contort themselves in the most confounding manners.

Hamilton: And I myself in aide of Mr. Brown; an internationally renowned practitioner in the art of prestidigitation.

Ross: [Talking about Cooper] He made the mousetrap himself. All we did was feed him a piece of cheese.

Brown: About this piece of cheese, sir. What's going to happen to him?

Ross: What?

Brown: Wouldn't it bother you to send an innocent man to his grave?

Ross: Are you serious? We're talking about my career.

Brown: But I'm the one who picked him, sir.

Ross: Don't tell me you're having a guilty conscience.

Brown: It was his shoe. I could have picked a black man with a green raincoat. There was a Japanese guy with five cameras. I could have picked him. But I preferred the guy with the red shoe.

Ross: Brown, you're not being paid to be a philosopher. Wait until you retire. Tell Virdon and Reese to clear off and take a well-earned rest. They must be tired.

Brown: But what am I supposed to do with the Red Shoe?

Ross: [as the helicopter takes off] Save him for your memoirs.

Ross: [Closing lines] And the Man With One Red Shoe. What's going to happen to him?

Brown: He'll be just fine.

Ross: And the girl?

Brown: The deal was her testimony for her freedom. I think it was a fair exchange.

Ross: Well, I don't think so.

Brown: [as Brown get on the helicopter] Well, since you're no longer director of CIA, and I am, it doesn't matter what you think.

[Ross gives him a angry look as the helicopter takes off]

Kennedy: [Staking out Hannay's flat] Have you ever tried suckling pig?

Brown: No.

Kennedy: Tender as a baby.

Brown: Haven't tried that either.

[Brown is telling Billy why he signed up for the police while jogging for a police training exercise ]

Brown: So she tells me, "You never finish anything. You finish the police course, you get taken care of again, baby." So after graduation, I get a blowjob again.

Billy Costigan: That's great. Your mother sounds like a wonderful woman.

Brown: Fuck yourself.

Billy Costigan: Look at it this way: You're a black guy in Boston. You don't need any help from me to be completely fucked.

Brown: [pointing his gun at Colin] Put down the gun and step away from Sergeant Sullivan!

Billy Costigan: [pointing his gun upwards] Look, I called you. You specifically. You know who I am. I'm not gonna shoot. I told you to meet me downstairs.

Colin Sullivan: Help me.

Brown: PUT THE WEAPON ON THE DECK AND STEP AWAY FROM SERGEANT SULLIVAN!

Colin Sullivan: Shoot the fuckin' prick already!

Billy Costigan: Where's Dignam? I told you to bring Dignam!

Colin Sullivan: Shoot the motherfucker!

Brown: Put the weapon on the ground and we'll discuss it.

Colin Sullivan: SHOOT THE MOTHERFUCKER!

Billy Costigan: Look, I got boxes of tapes, evidence, all of that! I got proof! He's Costello's rat!

Brown: Maybe you do. But right now I need you to put the weapon on the deck and step away from Sergeant Sullivan!

Brown: I'm a clerk, and a clerk, Mr Bellamy, is nothing now. Oh just before the war he was important, he gave the orders, he was the one who could rise to 400 a year, little modest saloon by the time he was 40. Your working man stayed at 3 quid a week. Not now, and my wife knows it - she says to our kid, you won't be a failure like your father.

Vic Dakin: Sounds like a right cow.

Brown: I haven't said anything. I wouldn't. I mean, you've no worries from me - from this end.

Vic Dakin: I'm sure you haven't, Mr Brown. I just want to impress on you not to get too silly - not to do anything heroic.

Brown: You know me. No fear.

Vic Dakin: I just wanted to IMPRESS upon you.

[Vic punches Mr Brown in the stomach and then starts kicking him viciously]

Brown: They deserve you man