Bud Quotes in Alice in Wonderland (1951)

The Rose: Just what species or, shall we say, genus are you, my dear?

Alice: Well, I guess you would call me... genus, humanus... Alice.

Daisy: Ever see an alice with a blossom like that?

Orchid: Come to think of it, did you ever see an alice?

Daisy: Yes, and did you notice her petals? What a peculiar color.

Orchid: [sniffing Alice's hair] And no fragrance.

Daisy: [chuckling, as she lifts up one side of Alice's dress] And just look at those stems.

The Rose: [as Alice slaps the Daisy's leaves away] Rather scrawny, I'd say.

Bud: I think she's pretty.

The Rose: Quiet, bud.

Young Samantha Albertson: Mr. Kent?

Bud: Oh please, call me Bud.

Young Samantha Albertson: Bug?

Bud: No, Bud, B-U-D. Bud.

Young Samantha Albertson: Oh. Well, BuD, you have a piece of food stuck in your teeth.

Al: Tripp meets a new girl every week.

Bud: Well, let's just say, maybe he hasn't met the right girl.

Bud: Look at those assholes, ordinary fucking people. I hate 'em.

Oly: You want some help with that beer, kid?

Otto: You're all repo men.

Oly: What if we are?

[Otto pours his entire beer on the floor]

Bud: [standing up] You know, kid, uh, usually when when someone pulls shit like that, my first reaction is, I wanna punch his fuckin' lights out. But you know something?

Bud and Oly: YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.

Bud: The life of a repo man is always intense.

Bud: Credit is a sacred trust, it's what our free society is founded on. Do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? I said, do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia?

Otto: They don't pay bills in Russia, it's all free.

Bud: All free? Free my ass. What are you, a fuckin' commie? Huh?

Otto: No, I ain't no commie.

Bud: Well, you better not be. I don't want no commies in my car. No Christians either.

Bud: Wanna make ten bucks?

Otto: Fuck you, queer.

Bud: [doing speed with Otto] Never broke into a car, never hotwired a car. Never broke into a truck. 'I shall not cause harm to any vehicle nor the personal contents thereof, nor through inaction let the personal contents thereof come to harm' It's what I call the Repo Code, kid!

Otto: What happened to your old lady?

Bud: My old lady? Oh, shit, I forgot all about her. Well, she'll take the bus. She's a rock.

Bud: It helps if you dress like a detective. Detective dress kinda square. If you look like a detective people are gonna think you're packing something.

Otto: Are you?

Bud: Am I what?

Otto: Packing something?

Bud: Only an asshole gets killed for a car.

Bud: Goddamn-dipshit-Rodriguez-gypsy-dildo-punks. I'll get your ass.

Bud: I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

Bud: Don't care how long it takes, dildos! Repo Man's got all night, every night.

Otto: Bud, listen to me, you're sitting in a car worth $20,0000 dollars. Look, if we turn it in, we'll slipt the money, 60/40, you and me.

Bud: [laughs] Who gets the 60 kid?

Otto: Well, I was figuring, since I found the car first that...

Bud: [Pulls out a gun]

Otto: That you get it.

Bud: I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

Bud: Tense situations, kid. You get into five or six of 'em a day, it don't mean shit anymore. I mean, I've seen men stabbed, didn't mean shit to me. I've seen guns, guns too, they don't mean shit. But that's when you gotta watch yourself.

Bud: A repo man spends his life getting into tense situations.

Bud: The guys that make it are the guys that get in their cars at any time. Get in at 3am, get up at 4. That's why there aint a repo man I know that don't take speed.

Otto: Speed huh?

Bud: [snorts line of speed] Jesus Christ!

Otto: [watches, grinning] Hehe.

Bud: Okay. Have a nice day, Uh, night.

[to himself]

Bud: Night, day, doesn't mean shit.

Bud: 'Scuse me miss. Are you tired?

Mimi: What?

Bud: Are you tired?

Mimi: No. Why?

Bud: 'Cause you've been running through my mind all day.

Doyle: First Frisky now this! All I know is someone's goin' down!

Bud: Whoa Doyle! Put the gun down, put the gun down stubs! We don't need evil right now, evil is not good!

Bud: Shaved-down pool nazis oiling up our women and swimming with them in an olympic-sized toilet.

Doyle: Hi, I'm Doyle.

Bud: And I'm Bud.

Bud, Doyle: And when where not saving the environment, we're thinkin' of you, naked, thigh deep in tofu.

Falkner: What do you guys want out of life?

Bud: To die and come back as a leotard.

Bud: We have to show the girls that we care about the environment, too.

Doyle: Do we?

Bud: No.

Bud: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute! You guys aren't one of those freaky cults are you? Y'know, who dance naked and you want us to take off our clothes and feed us special punch?

Falkner: ...No...

Bud: Damn! We were so close.

Bud: Alright people, stay with the group and remember here at the bio we're dependent on keeping homos balanced within the system!

Bud: I propose that we plant these seeds and I know what your thinkin' "Illegal! Illegal!" but the value of purple sticky punch goes way beyond just tokin' it!

Bud: Free Mahi Mahi! Free Mahi Mahi!

Bud: I'm a Sherman tank!

Bud: Russel! How'd you get a job?

Russell: Fucking President Clinton.

Doyle: You had sex with President Clinton?

Bud: We have chippies, We have chippies, we got lots of stuff to eat!

Doyle: I don't want to have to eat you!

Bud: I don't want you to eat me either.

Bud: Excuse me, miss? Did it hurt?

Mimi: Did WHAT hurt?

Bud: When you fell from heaven. Did it hurt?

Bud: Vazquez Lake?

Doyle: More like Vazquez crap hole.

Bud: Everything?

[flash back of Bud And Doyle shaving a dog]

Bud: SHAVE THE POOCHIE POOCHIE! SHAVE THE POOCHIE POOCHIE!

Monique: What about hands across America?

Bud: I had arthritis!

Monique: Farm aide?

Doyle: I had fleas!

Monique: The Save the Whales Campaign?

Bud: Salt water makes Doyle bloat...?

Bud: And you're very, VERY good at it Stubs!

Bud: Dennis Hopper Blue Velvet, Oh I'm slutty Oh I'm slutty

Bud: Hey Phil, listen. I'd think twice before going back to that wife of yours, cause that'd be like sticking your balls in a bear trap.

Mitch: And that would be bad right?

Bud: I look like a fucking snowcone!

Sissy: You a real cowboy?

Bud: Well that depends on what you think a real cowboy is?

Sissy: Know how to do 2-step?

Bud: You bet.

Sissy: Wanna prove it?

Bud: Now, you gotta learn something - there are just certain things a girl cain't do.

Sissy: Name one.

Marshall: I can name serval, pissin' on the side of a wall, gettn laid while your pants are still on...

Sissy: Why would you want to?

[Bud is upset that Sissy left before he got the rodeo prize]

Pam: You did it for her; didn't you?

Bud: What?

Pam: Practicing, winning, all that, didn't you?

Bud: What are you talkin' about?

Pam: Because you sure didn't do it for me.

Bud: Pam, this ain't no time to start this with me, what are you talking about?

Pam: Look, I'm a shit, but I'm not that big a shit. I have to tell you something, remember when you came home from ridding on the bull that first time and the trailer was all clean and flowers around; I didn't do that, Sissy did it, she was there. She left you a note asking you to phone her. I tore it up, cause I was sorta jealous. I wanted to keep my cowboy. You don't love me Bud, and I don't really love you, not like that. So you shouldn't let her get away. But I tell you what, if you ever wanna make her jealous you know where I am.

Bud: I gotta go.

Bud: [to Wes] HEY TATTOO! You see this here? That there's a weddin' ring. That means we're married! She's MINE, okay?

Uncle Bob: You know Bud; sometimes even a cowboy's gotta swallow his pride to hold on to somebody he loves.

Bud: What do you mean?

Uncle Bob: Hell I know, I pretty near lost Corrine and the kids a couple of times just 'cause of pride. You know you think that ol' pride's gonna choke you going down but I tell you what ain't a night goes by I don't thank the boss up there for giving me a big enough throat. 'Cause without Corrine and them kids hell I'd just be another pile of dog shit in the canteloupe patch just drawing flys.

Bud: I guess so.

Uncle Bob: Think about it Bud, pride's one of those seven deadlies you know what I mean?

Bud: All cowboys ain't dumb. Some of 'em got smarts real good, like me.

Plant Supervisor: [Bud is interviewing for a job at the oil refinery where Uncle Bob works. His application is being reviewed] Bud Davis, huh?

Bud: [nervous] My, my full name is Buford Uon Davis, but nobody calls me Buford 'cept my Grandmother, and she's half Indian. My initials are B.U.D., it spells Bud.

Plant Supervisor: [mildly annoyed] I can spell, boy.

[looks at application more closely]

Plant Supervisor: What pipeline? There ain't no pipeline in Spur!

Bud: Yes there is. It came in last Spring. I was workin' on insulatin' it. Then Uncle Bob said you was hiring so I come down here.

Plant Supervisor: Most of our insulatin' work we contract out. But I can start you out as a general helper, a laborer, a gopher. You know what a gopher is, boy?

Bud: Well, I suppose it means you go for things.

[pause]

Bud: Or it could mean you're an animal...

Plant Supervisor: Yeah, well around here they're on the same level. Start you off right at the bottom, work up.

[Looks at Bud intensely]

Plant Supervisor: But I'm gonna tell you one thing. You're gettin' this job because of your Uncle Bob. He's been here a long time and he's a damn good man.

[pause]

Plant Supervisor: And I'm gonna tell you one thing more. You're gonna have to lose that beard. It's regulations, any kind of a fresh-air mask...

Sissy: I brought ya some coffee.

Bud: Get me a beer.

Sissy: Bud, if they smell beer on your breath at work -

Bud: JUST GET ME A BEER!

Sissy: Yessir.

Bud: What does your daddy do?

Pam: Daddy does oil - and all that that implies.

Bud: What happened to your face?

Sissy: Got hit.

Bud: [referring to Wes Hightower] He hit you?

Bud: [beat] I am going to KILL that son of a BITCH!

[storms off]

Sissy: Uncle Bob wanted you to be happy. Are you happy?

Bud: Yep, yes I am. You?

Sissy: Yep, I finally got what I wanted. I got a real cowboy.

Bud: And I got what I wanted. I finally got myself a real lady.

Pam: Bud, the family car's waiting.

Bud: The family car's waiting.

Bud: Hi, sweetheart.

Wilma Dean: I suppose you wish I was more like Juanita Howard, don't you ?

Bud: What ?

Wilma Dean: I saw the way you were looking at her. I think she's disgraceful. Well, she stand there waiting for the...

Bud: Now wait a minute, wait a minute. There is no reason in the world why I shouldn't see her.

Wilma Dean: Then why were you speaking to her...

Bud: What ? You think I'm not suppose to notice her ? It's that what you expect out of me ? I'm not even suppose to know girls like that exist, eh ?

Wilma Dean: Bud, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bud, honest.

Bud: All right, you're sorry.

Wilma Dean: Oh Bud, please don't be mad !

Bud: I'm not mad, Deanie.

Wilma Dean: Oh Bud, Bud, I just can't stand when you're mad at me...

Bud: Oh, Deanie I don't know the matter with me lately. I always lose my temper. You're the only girl in the world for me, don't you know that, Deanie ?

Bud: Deanie, you're a nice girl.

Wilma Dean: I'm not. I'm not a nice girl.

[first lines]

Wilma Dean: Bud...

Bud: Deanie, please...

Wilma Dean: Bud, I'm afraid. Oh, Bud... don't, Bud.

Bud: Deanie...

Wilma Dean: No... we mustn't, Bud... no... no...

[he gets out of the car]

Wilma Dean: Bud, don't be mad.

Bud: I better take you home.

Scotty: Leroy, did you know this is Chance Wayne... the famous Hollywood and Broadway celebrity?

Leroy: Really?

Bud: Sure. All bartenders become movie stars. Right, Chance?

Chance Wayne: Oh, well. What he's trying to say is that I had your job for too long.

Bud: Hey Sam.

Sam: Hey, what's going on, Bud?

Bud: You remember last night when I said nothing ever happens around here and we never have any fun?

Sam: Yeah, I just thought you were drunk.

Bud: Well, I decided - I was - well, today I woke up and I decided we're going to the big city.

Sam: Nah, I don't like the big cities.

Bud: Come on, Sam, why not?

Sam: Bad stuff happens in big cities.

Bud: Aw, quit being a baby. What can happen?

Sam: Well, like maybe you book us on a bus tour, except the real bus tour wouldn't be there, so we'd have to go on a smaller bus with a lot of weird couples that we don't know except there'd be a girl I kinda like, then maybe the real bus driver will be there and he's a really fat guy but the bus tour guy, he's sick, so Satan takes over and he tries to get our souls throughout our trip, and he's pointing out weird things, except I've never been to the big city so I don't know if what he's telling us is true or maybe it's not true, and then you're gonna lose all your money, and then we're just gonna come on home, and the next day I'll be out here just digging holes in the dirt *again*.

Bud: Pssht, right. You're such a downer. I'm gonna go get the car.

Sam: All right.

Molly: [outside Wrigley Field] Do they play baseball here?

Satan: Yes.

Sam: Can I go on the field today?

Satan: I'm sorry, no.

Lana: What year was it built?

Satan: Uh, 19

[mumble mumble]

Satan: .

Bud: Is there a bathroom here?

Satan: Around the corner to the left - watch your butt.

Martin: Is there a game today?

Satan: There are 14 games today, all 28 major league teams will be in action, none of it will be taking place in this building.

Mamie: Do you have an emery board?

Satan: Yes.

[he pulls an emery board out of his shirt pocket]

Chuck: Do you prefer couches to armchairs?

Satan: Depends on what I'm doing. If I'm lounging with a book, I might.

Mr. Zodsworth: [while still aboard the bus] Didn't you once have a lizard?

Satan: Yes, and his name was 'Bubbles.'

Bridget: Yeah, do the Cubs need a new ballgirl?

Satan: I don't care.

Molly: [holds up a candy] Oh, I loved these as a child. You could open them up like this - this is what I always used to do to eat them, then you eat the whitesh stuff, which is probably made with animal lard, but I always say to myself, 'You know, if you don't enjoy yourself not only once in a while, what's the use, you know?'

Bud: Boy, you just don't shut up, do you?

Molly: It was funny, because when Chuck and I first got married, everything we ate was orange and pink...

Bud: Would you please shut up?

Molly: And now, orange and pink, and it feels like a second honeymoon!

Bud: I'll give you money to shut up.

Molly: Oh, this is good.

Bud: I'll give you a hundred dollars to shut up.

Molly: Mmm, this is delicious. Red delicious. Oh, that's redundant! Red Delicious apple, that's my favorite!

Bud: I hate you.

Molly: They are so delicious!

Bud: I want to punch you in the throat, I hate you.

Molly: I am so glad we didn't have tuna fish today...

Janet: Julie saw him, you know.

Bud: Who?

Janet: Michael Myers.

Bud: Come on...!

Janet: I swear, yesterday when she was coming to work.

Bud: Where'd she see him?

Janet: You know the Shop And Bag out by the mall? She stopped at the light and saw him walking in that field behind the Lost River Drive In. Julie said he was so creepy.

Bud: Julie's full of shit. He didn't escape until last night.

Janet: You don't have to swear about it.

Bud: She's a goddamn moron anyway.

Janet: Every other word you say is either hell or shit or damn.

Bud: Sorry. I guess I just fuck up all the time.

Bud: Look, Jimmy, rule number one, never get involved with a patient. Nurses, that's another story. But patient is no good, it never works out.

Bud: All Shannon needs to do is find herself a football team.