Cheyenne Quotes in Red State (2011)

Cheyenne: They're going to kill my family.

Jarod: Good!

Cheyenne: There's babies in the attic!

Rachel: No shit! Now I remember you. You sang with Mick Jagger once.

Cheyenne: I know him. He's a good singer, I like the way he dances.

Rachel: Listen your cheeseburger is a bit too well done. You don't mind do ya? Unfortunately, that's life!

Cheyenne: You know what the problem is... Rachel?

Rachel: What?

Cheyenne: Without realizing it, we go from an age where we say: "My life will be that" to an age where we say: "That's life."

Cheyenne: I'm not trying to find myself. I'm in New Mexico, not India.

Cheyenne: Now that I realize it, it's too late.

Rachel: It's better late than never.

Cheyenne: That's not true. Late is late.

Cheyenne: Have you noticed how nobody works anymore and everybody does something artistic?

Cheyenne: It's not a question of being careful, it's a question of knowing how to play ping-pong.

Cheyenne: Even though we haven't seen each other for all these years, I still can't believe you consider me a friend.

David Byrne: Why is that?

Cheyenne: Because we haven't the slightest thing in common. You have such foresight thoughts, ideas that you turn into reality, and you amaze people with your ideas. And they call you the most extraordinary thing and artist and they're right. David Byrne is an artist.

David Byrne: You were too when you were performing.

Cheyenne: The fuck I was, David! The fuck I was! I was a fucking pop star! I used to write dreary songs because they were all the rage and made tones of money. Depressed songs for depressed kids. And two of them, more fragile than the rest, ended up doing themselves in as a result of it. And now I go to a cemetery once a week to appease my guilt, and it doesn't make it better. It makes it fucking worse. And then my wife asks me why I don't play anymore and I think she must be a fool because she just loves me very much, which makes her more of a fool because she doesn't know what a disaster her husband is. And that's it, David! That's it!

Cheyenne: At this particular moment I'm trying to fix up a sad boy and a sad girl, but it's not easy. I suspect that sadness is not compatible with sadness.

Jeffery: That bitch Melanie dumped me.

Cheyenne: How long were you together?

Jeffery: Four days.

Cheyenne: Are you suffering?

Jeffery: Like the last panda standing.

Young Adult Playing Ping Pong: That's not fair. I was distracted.

Cheyenne: This is a common problem with all the youth - distraction. Don't forget to leave a tip.

Jane: You come back to me soon. You know, I can't live without you.

Cheyenne: That's not true, but it's kind of you to say.

Cheyenne: What do you call yourselves?

Steven: The Pieces of Shit.

Cheyenne: That's a really good choice.

Steven: You're fuckin' right it is, yeah! It took us 6 months to come up with it, besides it's exactly the right name for this moment in history.

Desmond: Why isn't there any water in your pool?

Cheyenne: I don't know... No one ever filled it.

Cheyenne: Jane, can I ask you something?

Jane: Naturally. What?

Cheyenne: Why did you let that architect write "cuisine" on the kitchen wall? It's silly. I know what the kitchen is.

Mordecai Midler: You really take after your father. You both are rather pedantic.

Cheyenne: My instinct tells me that pedantry is an essential characteristic for capturing Nazis.

Mordecai Midler: You know about the Holocaust?

Cheyenne: In a general sort of way.

Mordecai Midler: And your father? Did you know your father?

Cheyenne: In a general sort of way.

Cheyenne: I can't explain why I didn't talk to my father for 30 years. I must have thought that there was a mutual contempt. When I was 15, I decided that he didn't love me because I made up my eyes exactly as I do now. When you're a kid, it's very hard to back off from your decisions. But I pretended to be a kid for too long. And only now that I realize that a father can help and love his child, that I have no kids makes me really, really sick.

Rachel: There is an air force base nearby. A lot of military live here. We also have the biggest pistachio in the world here. It's a sculpture. It's even in the Guinness Book of Records.

Cheyenne: And the littlest one, where is that?

Cheyenne: What do you want me to play?

Rachel's Son: "This Must Be The Place" by Arcade Fire.

Cheyenne: Nonsense. "This Must Be The Place" is by the Talking Heads.

Rachel's Son: No, it's by Arcade Fire.

Cheyenne: Trust me, you're delusional.

Mordecai Midler: Hey Cheyenne, can you give me a hand? This door - Goddammit, I think it's jammed.

Cheyenne: Are you kidding?

Mordecai Midler: No, no. The fucking thing won't open. Alright, do me a favor. Call the guy at the reception desk. He's got a master key.

Cheyenne: No fucking way. A detective like you who's flushed out thousands of Nazi criminals, and you can't manage to get yourself out of the john?

Cheyenne: There are many ways of dying, the worst of them, is to continue living.

Cheyenne: How do you manage to get all these women? If you think about it, you are not handsome. You are not smart. Instead you're evasive and egocentric. And you sweat like a pig. So what makes you so fucking special?

Jeffery: Special? No, no. Nothing. But I've got two things that most other men don't have. I've got curiosity and time, you see. you see? So I dedicate a whole lot of time to women, you know, and in the end that will seduce them.

Cheyenne: I have some materials that maybe of service in capturing a Nazi war criminal named Aloise Lange.

Mordecai Midler: Teeth! I am interested in teeth, my dear boy!

Adrian Forrester: Aren't you going to tell me break a leg?

Cheyenne: [Bitterly, when she is out of earshot] Break'em both.

Nick Eliot: [From under a sink where he is working] Who goes there?

Cheyenne: [Startled] What?

Nick Eliot: [In a playful manner] Identify yourself. Fiend or foe?

Cheyenne: Depends.

Nick Eliot: [Emerging from under sink to look at Cheyenne] Got a name?

Cheyenne: Yeah, Cheyenne.

Nick Eliot: [Playfully] Oh... Injun, huh?

Cheyenne: Hippy parents.

Nick Eliot: Oh.

Adrian Forrester: Well?

Cheyenne: [about Nick] Well, he's okay. Kinda cool. *Old.*

Nick Eliot: Jesus! Cheyenne, what're you doing here?

Cheyenne: I had to talk to you.

Nick Eliot: Aw, you shouldn't be here. I've gotten in enough trouble.

Cheyenne: Y-You didn't do those things to Adrian. Y-Y-You didn't do those things.

Nick Eliot: Of course not.

Cheyenne: I knew she was making it up. I knew it.

Nick Eliot: What is it, Cheyenne?

Cheyenne: Did Adrian ever tell you about a guy named Rick?

Nick Eliot: Yeah, I think so. Said he was a friend, why?

Cheyenne: He was her camp counselor. Adrian had a crush on him.

Nick Eliot: So?

Cheyenne: He's dead. He ate something poison. Everyone thought it was an accident. But, Adrian knows stuff. Stuff that other kids don't know. She knows about wasps too.

Nick Eliot: I know. I thought about that. There's just no proof.

Cheyenne: But, I think there might be. Adrian kept a diary. She writes everything in it. She thinks no one knows about it, but I've seen it. She kept it hidden in her bedroom.

Nick Eliot: I'll tell the lawyers about the diary. But, you gotta forget all about Adrian. She's sick, you understand? Come on, you already showed me.

Cheyenne: But, she's a liar. She's lying about you.

Nick Eliot: I know. But, I can take care of myself. Come on, I'll walk you.

Cheyenne: I'll be alright. I've done it a million times. Later.

Nick Eliot: Later.

Adrian Forrester: Hey, Cheyenne. Why're you so slow?

Cheyenne: Everybody asks me that.

Cheyenne: [horseback riding teacher calls for Cheyenne] Shit!

Adrian Forrester: Oh, don't worry about it. You go get dressed, and I'll take care of Vertigo.

Cheyenne: Thanks.

Adrian Forrester: Sure.

Adrian Forrester: He literally cried on my shoulder. Poor baby. Broke my heart.

Cheyenne: So, how is she?

Adrian Forrester: Uh - Well, they think she'll live but - Anyway, I think its brought Nick and I a lot closer. Well, you'll sit with him, won't you?

Cheyenne: If I see'em. If he comes.

Adrian Forrester: He'll be here. Aren't ya gonna tell me to break a leg?

Cheyenne: [when Adrian is out of earshot] Break'em both.

Nick Eliot: Hey, Cheyenne.

Cheyenne: I ne-I need to talk to you. About Adrian.

Nick Eliot: What?

Cheyenne: Not now. Meet me in back of the orchard at seven, when the streetlights come on, okay?

Nick Eliot: Cheyenne, wait! Wait!

Cheyenne: Hey, Uncle X.

X: [distracted at sight of Andrew and Matthew together] Oh, hey Cheyenne.

Cheyenne: This makes you my uncle, doesn't it?

X: I think it would be something more like your brother-in-law.

Cheyenne: [the two see Andrew and Matthew kiss] Maybe ex-brother-in-law.

Cheyenne: By the way, you know anything about a man going around playing the harmonica? He's somebody you'd remember. Instead of talking, he plays. And when he better play, he talks.

Cheyenne: Listen, Harmonica, a town built around a railroad - mm mm mm mmm - you could make a fortune, huh? Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands.

Harmonica: They call them "millions."

Cheyenne: "Millions." Hm.

Harmonica: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago. They were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men.

Cheyenne: So?

Harmonica: Inside the men, there were three bullets.

Cheyenne: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons: One, nobody around these parts got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed. That surprise you?

Harmonica: Yeah. Well, you know music, and you can count - all the way up to two.

[Cheyenne spins the magazine of his revolver]

Cheyenne: All the way up to six if I have to...

Cheyenne: [gesturing to Harmonica's wound] ... and maybe faster than you.

Harmonica: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right?

Cheyenne: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less.

Harmonica: There were no dollars in them days.

Cheyenne: But sons of bitches... yeah.

Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was - for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man.

Jill: If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself, and even call in your men. Well, no woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory!

Cheyenne: [sighs] You make good coffee, at least?

Cheyenne: [of Harmonica] He not only plays, he can shoot, too.

Cheyenne: [to Jill] You know what? If I was you, I'd go down there and give those boys a drink. Can't imagine how happy it makes a man to see a woman like you, just to look at her. And if one of them should, uh, pat your behind, just make believe it's nothing. They earned it.

Cheyenne: You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.

[last lines]

Cheyenne: Hey, Harmonica, when they do you in, pray it's somebody who knows *where* to shoot. Go away. Go away. Go away, I don't want you to see me die.

Cheyenne: They wanna hang me, the big black crows. Idiots. What the hell? I'll kill anything, but never a kid. Be like killin' a priest. Catholic priest, that is.

Jill: Hey, you're sort of a handsome man.

Cheyenne: But I'm not the right man. And neither is he.

Cheyenne: You deserve better.

Jill: The last man who told me that... is buried out there.

Cheyenne: Make believe it's nothing.

Cheyenne: Yeah, go on. Play, Harmonica. Play, so you can't bullshit.

Cheyenne's Lieutenant: Cheyenne. We thought we'd never make it.

Cheyenne: It's all right. You're right on time... to bury my escort.

Cheyenne: Hey, what in the hell are you standing around for?

Cheyenne's Lieutenant: Well, gee, what are we supposed to do?

Cheyenne: What are you supposed to do? Build a station! Idiots!

[tosses them pickaxes and other tools]

Cheyenne: I figure it ain't gonna look like much, but it'll be the first thing she sees, when she gets back.

Harmonica: [looks up] If she gets back.

Cheyenne: [drinking coffee] Good. My mother used to make coffee this way - hot, strong, and good.

Cheyenne: [pointing his gun at Morton] Hey, Mr. Choo-choo.

Cheyenne: [about Harmonica] He not only plays. He can shoot too.

Harmonica: [to Cheyenne] Do you only know how to shoot? Or do you know how to cut too?

Jill: [stares at Harmonica from her window] Cheyenne.

Cheyenne: Huh?

Jill: What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing?

Cheyenne: He's whittling on a piece of wood. I got a feeling, when he stops whittling, something's gonna happen.

Cheyenne: What the hell is this?

Harmonica: [off screen] Can't you see?

[emerges from behind a pile of wood]

Harmonica: It's a station. And all around it a town. Brett McBain's town.

Cheyenne: [starts to laugh] Was HE crazy, heh!

Harmonica: Yeah in a very special way. An Irishman.

[starts measuring out a square and hammers wood spikes into the ground]

Harmonica: He knew sooner or later that railroad coming through Flagstone would continue on west, so he looked over all this county out here until he found this hunk of desert. Nobody wanted it, but he bought it.

[continues with work]

Harmonica: Then he tightened his belt, and for years he waited.

Cheyenne: Waited for what?

Harmonica: For the railroad to reach this point.

Cheyenne: Ah, but how in the hell could he be sure the railroad would pass through his property?

Harmonica: Them steam engines can't roll without water, and the only water for fifty miles west of Flagstone is right here, under this land.

Cheyenne: Ah-ha! He was no fool, our dead friend, huh?

[chuckles]

Cheyenne: He was going to sell this piece of desert for his weight in gold, wasn't he?

Harmonica: [looks at Cheyenne] You don't sell the dream of a lifetime. Brett McBain wanted his station. He got the rights to build it.

Cheyenne: How do you know all this?

Harmonica: I saw a document. It was all in order - seals, signatures, everything. One thing though, in very small print, there is a short clause which says that McBain or his heirs lose all rights if, by the time the railroad reaches this point, the station ain't built yet.

Cheyenne: You know, ma'am, when you've killed four, it's easy to make it five.

Cheyenne: Hey! Mister Tchoo-Tchoo!