Carole Quotes in Top Gun (1986)

Carole: Hey, Goose, you big stud!

Goose: That's me, honey.

Carole: Take me to bed or lose me forever.

Goose: Show me the way home, honey.

Carole: God, he loved flying with you Maverick. But he would've done it anyway... without you. He'd have hated it, but he would've done it.

Carole: Listen, Michael. Uh, first thing in the morning, we will take them big-ass drawings of yours up to one of them big cartoon syndicates. You can sell 'em, we'll get some bread, get our clothes out of Angie's house and split for San Francisco. And Shorty can't roll that far.

Michael: I'm gonna tell you, Carole, I don't wanna sell my cartoons to one of them places. They, uh - they ain't gonna buy that crap anyway. I'm an underground cartoonist. That's - that's where I belong.

Carole: So why don't you sell your stuff to your underground friends?

Michael: They don't wanna buy any.

Carole: Now, why that, Mr. Underground?

Michael: 'Cause, well, uh...

[in whisper to Carole]

Michael: I still jack off.

Carole: [Laughing] You are cool!

[Both Laughing]

Michael: Uh, are you serious about stayin' with me? Cause, I mean, it's really okay with me. I mean, if I could... I could sleep on the floor, and you could... I mean...

Carole: Listen here, white boy, don't hand me that honky shit. "Stay with you." You ain't got nothin' goin' for you. Damn, man! First you help me get my ass kicked out of a good gig, then, cause you think I need you for a few goddamn minutes, you try to jive-ass me for a quick lay? Now, listen here, boy!

[pats her behind]

Carole: As long as Carole got this here good thing,

[taps her head]

Carole: and this here left, ha ha ha! She don't need ANYTHING else unless she wants it, and child, I don't want it.

[Carole shows up at Michael's apartment after being stalked by Shorty]

Carole: Surprise, Sugar. You're on. What you gonna do about it? I mean, you're on for a few days 'til I hook it up?

Michael: Uh, yeah, sure, of course. Right on.

Carole: Right on!

[removing her top]

Carole: Sugar, don't you mean right OFF?

[Michael faints]

Carole: Well, ain't this some shit.

Three Black Prostitutes: Why not come down and join us, honey? The bread's good, and you can keep all the white boys you want.

Carole: If Miss Carole comes down, you ladies gonna starve for lack of work. But seein' as how I'm basically good natured, I'll forget that. Now, I was wonderin' if you ladies...

Second Prostitute: That's right!

Third Prostitute: That's us.

Fourth Prostitute: Especially me, honey!

Carole: -Would know of any action other than her own that Carole could get her ass into?

[Michael is working as Carole's manager at a dance hall]

Carole: What are you doin' Michael?

Michael: [dressed as a pimp] I'm gittin' wid' it, Carole! A really zooty cash 'n booty funky and booty razzmattazz!

Carole: [laughs] Well, Zoot, how's about razzatazzin' up a dollar twenty-five cent dance for us?

Michael: All righty! A'righty jazz and hot licks!

[stops an elderly customer]

Michael: Pops, I'd like you to meet and dance with the fourth Andrews Sister!

Customer: The fourth?

Michael: Yeah, because she was black, they kept her in the back.

[Carole and Michael have been fired and Michael has hit her]

Carole: What's your problem?

Michael: Shit, man, I got no time for this bullshit! That's all it is, it's all a bunch of bullshit!

Carole: Listen, mother, we just got to get it together. A couple of jobs ain't nothin. This world ain't gonna drop its drawers easy for you, just like you think I'm gonna do for you. And I've been playing easy games, bringing you along slow. But seein' as how you don't know a friend when you sees one, let's see the kind of balls you got for a real man's game. Okay, creep?

Michael: You're on, nigger!

[first lines]

Carole: People ask me, "Carole, how do you and Bruce keep the spice in your marriage?" Well, I tell them it's really simple. I'm just the ultimate tease.

[walking down the hallway in lingerie]

Carole: Me and Bruce, we're not that different. We know what we want. We know how to get it. Like this promotion he's going for. We both know he'll win. And when he does, the Robertson household is gonna be one big, happy family again. I kid you not.

Carole: Help! I'm a prisoner! I can't get out!

Van Hippy: We all prisoners, chickee-baby. We all locked in.

[Van Hippy looks over at his hippy partner, as Carole hits the window, with both palms]

Van Hippy: Huh, a couple of weirdos, Guenivere.

Jim Douglas: What do you know? Engine stalled.

Carole: [tries to get out] How about that? Door's stuck. That's how it is with cars sometimes. I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens next.

Jim Douglas: Well, as someone very wisely once said, "That's how it is with cars sometimes."

Carole: I just said that.

Jim Douglas: Oh.

Carole: I wonder if your reputation is altogether true.

Jim Douglas: What's my reputation?

Carole: Well, I've heard that Jim Douglas is only interested in fast cars and easy money.

Jim Douglas: Not true.

Carole: Oh.

Jim Douglas: Mm-hmm. You know something else?

Carole: What?

Jim Douglas: When the light hits you just right, you're as beautiful as General Grant on a fifty-dollar bill.

[Jim brings the malfunctioning Herbie back to Thorndyke. It accidentally bangs against Thorndyke's Rolls Royce and stops. Jim gets out]

Mr. Thorndyke: Have you gone mad?

Jim Douglas: Okay, what's the joke?

Mr. Thorndyke: What do you mean?

Jim Douglas: I don't know how you rigged it, but I'm sure that car is a real cut-up when a convention comes to town.

Mr. Thorndyke: What in the name of...

Jim Douglas: If I'd wanted a trick car, I would have bought one at a joke shop.

Mr. Thorndyke: [as Carole joins him] Allow me to say that I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. You come billowing up in that beastly little car, and assault my personal Rolls Royce.

Jim Douglas: ...I brought it back! I want my money, I want the papers I signed, and then I'll get outta here, and you two clowns can... can have your little laugh.

Carole: Mr. Douglas, if there is anything wrong with the car, would you be good enough to tell me what it is?

Jim Douglas: Well, there's nothing essentially wrong with the car. It's just that it wants to go one way and I'd like to go the other.

Mr. Thorndyke: Well, whatever it is, none of it is covered in our guilt-headed guarantee.

Jim Douglas: Oh, I'm sure of that.

Carole: [Herbie is acting up] Will you stop the car, please?

Jim Douglas: I'm trying! Look!

[he tries to take the key out and press the brakes]

Jim Douglas: It's just like I told you! This thing is starting to act up again.

Carole: How very odd; when I was driving, there was no problem whatsoever.

Carole: Have you had much experience with cars?

Jim Douglas: Look, lady, by profession, I'm a racing driver.

Carole: Oh, *that* Jim Douglas.

Jim Douglas: What do you mean, "*that* Jim Douglas"?

Carole: Let's see, two years ago, at Laguna Seca, you spun out and hung a beautiful Buick Special on the back fence. At Willow Springs, was it a year ago... last February, you sprayed a Lotus all over the infield.

Jim Douglas: How do you know all that?

Carole: I have trouble with names and faces, but I never forget a car.

Carole: You aren't winning any of those races! You couldn't win a game of marbles against a 12-toed myopic rhinoceros!

Carole: Mr. Douglas needs a car, and for a very low amount down and the usual monthly payments, the car will become his.

Mr. Thorndyke: Very well, even though my personal inclination is to have Mr. Douglas clapped into jail and this four-wheeled contrivance dropped into the Bay!

Carole: Excuse me, Mr. Thorndyke, but if I sold this gentleman the car, I feel a certain responsibility.

[to Jim]

Carole: Do you mind if I try it?

[Jim nods and motions her to go ahead; they go over to the VW Bug]

Mr. Thorndyke: [shocked] Miss Bennett! Our dinner engagement!

Carole: [getting in] I won't be a minute.

[last lines]

Barbara Light: How's your arm doing?

Carole: Pretty good, considering.

[Barbara laughs]

Elias Light: [grinning at her] Sorry about that.

Carole: It's okay.

[Rachel is playing her flute with a letter from a university beside her]

Carole: Rachel is really good.

Elias Light: Yes, she is.

[with dramatic music playing in the background, Ashton, allegedly, then sends them a text: First to Rachel's mom and then seconds later, Rachel, who does not see it because she is playing the flute: "It will never end, bitch. With love, Ashton"]

Carole: He's sick.

Ridgeway: I know. I've seen this sickness before. It's an old familiar road. Hurt, revenge, hate... all gets twisted in the mind. First thing you know, the mind gets twisted like a hard, hard knot. If there isn't anybody to get it out, it just explodes.

Willie Duggans: You shouldn't be in a place like this. How long has it been?

Carole: Does it matter?

Willie Duggans: It matters to me.

Carole: I remember a preacher once said, 'Nobody goes to hell unless they really want to.' I ended up here because I really wanted to.

Willie Duggans: I don't think so. We live... and learn.

Carole: That's just it. I wanted to live. Then I died... a long time ago.