Cleon Quotes in The Warriors (1979)

Cleon: I know that a lot of you aren't too happy about going out on patrol. Just just remember this, out of a street family of 120, plus affiliates, you were chosen for this expedition. That makes you special. Now, here's the line up: Swan, second-in-command, war chief, stay by me. Snowball, you're the music man. Cowboy: soldier of the middle. Vermin, you're the bear. You carry the tokens and the bread. Rembrandt, you got the stuff? I want you to hit everything in the city. I want the people to know that the Warriors were there.

Ajax: That'll just slow us down.

Cleon: Ajax, you're just soldier. Try and keep your mouth shut! Fox: scout and memory man. Run ahead and tell us all we need to know. Cochise, you're with Ajax, soldier of the middle; heavy mother. Now just remember this, there's a truce on. So, don't go around flexing any muscle unless I give the order. Okay? Let's roll!

Luther: There he is! That's him! That's... the Warrior! He shot Cyrus!

Cleon: Man, you crazy! I din't do nuthin'!

Luther: We saw 'im!

Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Yeah, that's him.

Luther: He's the one! He's the one! The Warriors did it!

[starts charging Cleon]

Luther: The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it!

[first lines]

Cleon: It's still on and we're goin'. Cyrus sent an emissary this afternoon to make sure. Now, Cyrus don't want anybody packed and he don't want anybody flexing any muscle. So, I gave him my word that the Warriors would uphold the truce.

[pause]

Cleon: Now everybody says that Cyrus is the one and only.

[pause]

Cleon: I think we better go have a look for ourself.

Cleon: [Deleted introductory scene, day time. A girlfriend walks over to Cleon, who is sitting on a bench. As the camera follows her, we see Coney Island - and a huge wall which has 'Warriors' painted on it] ... What are you doing here?

Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I came to say goodbye.

[Cleon waves]

Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I don't like it, Cleon.

Cleon: You don't like what?

Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: Going up to this meeting.

Cleon: You ain't going, so don't worry about it.

Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I'm worried about you going. I've got a feeling. I don't want you getting messed up with something heavy, not way up in the Bronx. You've never even been up there.

Cleon: [puts on his "head-covering," for lack of a better term] This conclave is gonna be a big item.

[His girlfriend looks away, and - we cut to the next scene. Cleon is now standing and addressing the other Warriors]

Cleon: ... I know a lot of you aren't too happy about going on patrol. Just remember this. Out from a street family of 120-plus affiliates, you eight were chosen for this expedition and that makes you special. Now here's the lineup...

[as Cleon reads his choices, the camera focuses on each of them]

Cleon: ... Swan, you're the second-in-command, the war-chief; you stay by me. Snow, you're the music man. Cowboy, you soldier the middle. Vermin, you're the bearer; carry the tokens and the bread. Rembrandt, got the stuff?

[Rembrandt produces a spray can]

Cleon: Now, I want you to hit everything in the city. I want people to know that the Warriors were there.

Ajax: That'll just slow us down.

Cleon: Ajax, you just soldier and try to keep your mouth shut...

[moving on]

Cleon: ... Fox, you're the scout and memory-man; you run ahead and tell us all we need to know. Cochise and Ajax, you soldier the middle; you're the heavy muscle...

[to all eight]

Cleon: ... Now just remember this. There's a truce on, so don't go flexing any muscle unless I give the order.

[Ajax seems displeased]

Cleon: Okay? Let's roll.

[as surf-music plays, the Warriors stride up the boardwalk and into the distance, on this sunny afternoon. Cleon and his girlfriend follow, walking behind everyone else]

Carnahan: What about the guys that were convicted of rape? Can we rape *them?*

Stan Minton: Rape the rapists. Seems fair, punishment fitting the crime and all. Sure, go ahead.

Cleon: How 'bout them child molesters?

Stan Minton: Yeah, them, too. Good point.

Cleon: It's better to check out than to go home all fucked up.

[Cleon blasts a Viet Cong in the head, killing him]

Cleon: Now you're good, now Jesus loves you.