Cashier Quotes in The Wolverine (2013)

Cashier: You're not a hunter, are you?

Logan: Not anymore.

Amy: Look, you fucking chunky pumpkinhead! I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!

Cashier: You told me you loved me... You told me you'd never leave me...

Amy: What is this, Night of the Living Brain-dead? Wake up and smell the cappucino, geek. I don't know you, I've never fucking seen you before, I don't know who the fuck this 'Sunshine' is!

Dallas: Just get the fucking coffee and let's go.

Billy Hill: This ain't exactly Brazil. I coulda pissed you a fuckin' cup by now.

Nick: [to Cashier] HEY? You're out of Chocolate Mac!

Cashier: Sorry. No Chocolate Macadamia. You will please have something else?

Nick: [filling cup] Fuckin' Hazelnut...

Cashier: [ringing up cash register] That will be one dollar and eight cents.

Nick: The sign says "All coffee: 69 cents."

Cashier: I am very sorry, but that is a 44-ounce cup and the largest coffee cup is 20 ounces. Therefore, I must charge you 99 cents, plus tax, the price of a large fountain drink.

Nick: That's bullshit! That sign says "Coffee: all sizes", not "all sizes up to 20 ounces."

Cashier: I'm humbly sorry, but you must pay 99 cents, plus tax, for that cup.

Dallas: Just pay the bitch the dollar-eight and let's get the FUCK outta here!

Nick: Fine, but it's bullshit. Just get me my fuckin' snackie cake.

Cashier: I'm sorry. I cannot do that. That is *only* available with the 20-ounce coffee. That is not a 20-ounce coffee.

Billy Hill: This bitch is gettin' on my nerves, man. Forget it!

Dallas: Just give him the fuckin' danish.

Nick: That sign says, "Free snackie cake." I paid a dollar and eight cents for my coffee. I want my free snackie cake!

Cashier: I *cannot* do that.

Dallas: [puts snackie cake on the counter] Here. Hmmm? Take it!

Nick: That's apple cinnamon! I wanted cream cheese.

Billy Hill: For fuck's sake, pay her the money and let's go.

Nick: [scoffs] Fine! Either of you got something smaller than a Ben?

Cashier: [Billy opens his case and hands Nick a $50] I'm sorry. I cannot accept any moneys over a $20 bill.

Billy Hill: [frustrated] That's it...

Cashier: I should not sell it to you anyway, as that cup is very hot and might burn you. You are very strange. I'm going to call the police.

Dallas: Fuck this. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!... BLAM!

Cashier: Can I help you?

Robber #1 with gun: Sure!

[Pulls out a gun]

Robber #1 with gun: Your money!

Little Boy: Hey, I just wanna pay for this!

[Puts a coke on the desk]

Robber #1 with gun: It's on the house, kid!

[Pushes the kid over, so he slides and lands in front of Nick DiMarco]

Little Boy: Ow.

Nick DiMarco: Hey buddy, you okay?

[the kid nods]

Nick DiMarco: You sure?

Robber #1 with gun: [to the cashier] Money!

Nick DiMarco: [to the robbers] So... do I get mine on the house too?

Robber #1 with gun: No way asshole! You gotta pay!

Nick DiMarco: Now that's not fair. You gave the kid his for free... or maybe you're just too much of a chicken-shit to pick on someone your own size?

Robber #2 with knife: He's right, you shouldn't play favors. Okay tough guy, come and get something for free!

Robber #1 with gun: Come on, tough guy!

[Nick swiftly pacifies the robber with the gun]

Robber #2 with knife: SUCK MAH DICK!

[Nick points his gun towards the robbers crotch, after he pulls a knife and comes toward him]

Nick DiMarco: Suck this, jerk-off!

[Mike enters the store, and sees what's been going on]

Mike: Hey come on Nick, we gotta go... what's this?

Nick DiMarco: Just a couple of punks, givin' me a warm-up.

Robber #2 with knife: I'll sue you for police-brutality, pig.

Nick DiMarco: Yeah yeah, shut up.

Cashier: [Cherie tries to purchase a handle of vodka] Um, I can't sell you this.

Cherie Currie: I have my ID.

Grocery Store Manager: Yes, what can I do? Uh, I'm sorry, but, we won't be able to sell you that.

Cherie Currie: I'll have you fired. Replaced. Just like that.

Grocery Store Manager: I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, please. Right now.

Cherie Currie: You're nothing but dog shit, Mister. And you. You're just a filthy... pussy.

Hedley Lamarr: [at the theater, cuts in front of a nun] You dropped your beads.

[heads to the cashier]

Hedley Lamarr: One, please. Uhh... student?

Cashier: Are you kidding?

Hedley Lamarr: [grumbling as he takes his ticket] Pain in the ass!

[after Taggart comes crashing through the commissary with food splattered all over him]

Cashier: Yankee bean soup, coleslaw, and tuna surprise.

[rings up register]

Cashier: Thank you, Monsieur. Could we have the name please?

Evelyn Tremble: Bond. James Bond.

Cashier: James Bon - James Bond?

Vesper Lynd: Yes. James Bond.

Evelyn Tremble: Yes. James Bond.

Cashier: I wonder if you'd be kind enough to sign my autograph book. It's not for me, you understand, it's, eh, my little sister.

Alyssa: Are you an authorized dealmaker in this establishment? Do you have the power to negotiate?

Cashier: You wanna haggle over the price of your French Dip?

[last lines]

Roy: Hi.

Cashier: That'll be $36.50, sir.

Goldberg: Can you... say it now?

Cashier: I'm your bitch and you're my daddy.

Jimmy King: Rolled right off his tongue.

Gordie Boggs: There's a lot of glare coming off that dome of yours, squirrel nuts!

Cashier: Listen to me sunshine, I'm gonna open up a fresh can of whoop-ass on ya boy!

Gordie Boggs: BRING IT ON!

He Zhiwu, Cop 223: Any canned pineapple that expires on May 1?

Cashier: You know what day it is today?

He Zhiwu, Cop 223: April 30?

Cashier: Right. You think we sell outdated stock?

He Zhiwu, Cop 223: There's still two hours to go.

Cashier: Nobody would buy it. Get a fresh one.

He Zhiwu, Cop 223: People like you are hung up on freshness. You realize what goes into a can of pineapple? The fruit must be grown, harvested, sliced, and you just throw it away! How do you think the can feels about that?

Cashier: Buddy, I only work here. Who cares about how the cans feel? What about how I feel? Loading, more loading, unloading... How I wish cans wouldn't expire! It'd save me loads of work. You like expired cans? Help yourself! As many as you like! On the house!

Cashier: Oh, thank you! Thank you! Who are you?

Trip: They call me Dr. Love.

Martin Daniels: What do you mean you're out of chocolate? How can that be?

Cashier: Everybody want chocolate. I'm out of chocolate.

Martin Daniels: I NEED CHOCOLATE!

Cashier: Alright, alright, I might have an Easter Bunny left over in the frige.

Martin Daniels: [grabs him by the lapels] Get me the bunny!

[in checkout]

Cashier: [looks at one of Chris's items and sort of scolds] Eating between meals.

Chris Lecce: [mimicking] Eating between meals.

Louie Kritski: Why is that you have twenty-four different kinds of pork rinds and you only have one kind of peanut butter?

Cashier: Because we don't get too many fussy little white pricks in here.

Louie Kritski: Okay.

[Bake pays only for himself]

Cashier: Don'tcha friends dance?

Bake Baker: Nah. They're underage. I hold 'em on my lap.

Cashier: How was everything today?

[first lines]

Cashier: Where are you going?

Fast Eddie: No bar?

Cashier: No bar, no pinball machines, no bowling alleys, just pool... nothing else. This is Ames, mister.

Cashier: You're gonna die.

Noah: Huh?

Cashier: My cousin was two packs a day. Used the patch - never looked back.

Cashier: That's a lot of milk.

Simon J: Well, I like it.

Cashier: It's almost 5 o'clock!

Petulia: I'm sorry.

Cashier: I want to go to bed.

Petulia: So do we!