Chance Boudreaux Quotes in Hard Target (1993)

Chance Boudreaux: If you understand me, just grunt.

Chance Boudreaux: What's your name?

Natasha Binder: It's Nat.

Chance Boudreaux: Nat?

Natasha Binder: Mm-hmm.

Chance Boudreaux: Your parents named you for a... bug?

Chance Boudreaux: You trust me?

Natasha Binder: Of course I trust you.

Chance Boudreaux: Close your eyes.

Natasha Binder: Why do you want me to trust you with my eyes closed?

Chance Boudreaux: Now take your pig-stick and your boyfriend, and find a bus to catch.

[after blasting Stephan]

Chance Boudreaux: Sorry about your shirt.

Pik van Cleef: Boudreaux, Boudreaux, Boudreaux. I've been looking all over for you.

Chance Boudreaux: You've been looking in the wrong places.

Pik van Cleef: That's good, 'cause I know you wouldn't want to hurt my feelings.

[last lines; after Fouchon stabbed Douvee with an arrow]

Chance Boudreaux: [shakes him] Douvee! Douvee!

Douvee: [opens his eyes] What is this noise?

[they help him sit up]

Douvee: I think I hurt pretty bad.

[He takes his flask out of his breast pocket, which has a hole punched in it]

Douvee: Now this... this real catastrophe! This real bad!

Chance Boudreaux: Yeah, real bad.

Chance Boudreaux: Hunting season... is over.

Natasha Binder: What kind of a name is Chance?

Chance Boudreaux: Well... my momma took one...

Emil Fouchon: You see, Miss Binder, you I can understand. It was a matter of family.

[to Boudreaux]

Emil Fouchon: You had *nothing* in common with those people. What made you want to complicate my life like that?

Chance Boudreaux: Poor people get bored, too.

Waitress: How's that gumbo, Chance?

Chance Boudreaux: A tragedy. The coffee was tolerable, though.

Waitress: It ain't free, neither.

Chance Boudreaux: Yeah. I know.

Waitress: Leave your wallet in your tuxedo?

Chance Boudreaux: I play that one on you before?

Waitress: Yeah. For the gumbo.

Chance Boudreaux: That's right.

[hands her a whole bunch of change]

Randal Poe: Well, if it ain't my good friend Boudreaux. I thought you was gonna catch a ship.

Chance Boudreaux: Maybe I'll stick around to run for mayor.

Chance Boudreaux: Hey, pigeon.

Randal Poe: [Lying face down on a massage table thinking the masseuse is still massaging him, not knowing that Chance is] Oh yeah baby

Chance Boudreaux: Hello Poe!

Randal Poe: [Making a startled rise from the table] What the fuck?

Chance Boudreaux: [Slamming Poe's face down into the head rest] You miss me?

Randal Poe: Oh Christ not again!

Chance Boudreaux: It looks like you're short an ear, so you better listen very carefully. Now, who sent those apes after me?

Randal Poe: [Squirming in pain] I dont know what you're talking about

Chance Boudreaux: [Pushes Poe's head harder into the head rest] Two million people in this city, who's gonna miss a fat slob like you?

Randal Poe: Van Cleef! His name is Van Cleef!

Chance Boudreaux: Good boy, where is he?

Randal Poe: I dont know where he lives, he ain't even American! Look he'll kill me if I dont do what he says, please...

Chance Boudreaux: [Again pushes his head further into the head rest] You tell your boyfriend Van Cleef that im going to find out who killed Douglas Binder. If you understand me, just grunt

Randal Poe: [Grunts hesitantly]

Chance Boudreaux: Again

[pushes his head even harder in the head rest]

Chance Boudreaux: Do you still have the 30.06... the one I gave you for your birthday?

Douvee: No... a gator ate it. But I still got your shot-gun.

Chance Boudreaux: Grab the bar!

Madam: Chance! What brings you here?

Chance Boudreaux: [mysteriously] Secret mission.

Madam: Oh...

[she motions him inside, he winks at her]