Cliff Quotes in Rolling Thunder (1977)

Cliff: [to Mark, Rane's son] Hey, runt! Not over there. C'mon. Get in back with your daddy. C'mon, runt. Let's move it! C'mon!

Cliff: I mean... uh, I've been in some scrapes, I know what I can do. But... uh, well, anyone who wasn't over there has to ask himself, if he could've taken it. You know, gettin' tortured and all.

Cliff: I wanna get my hands on those murdering bastards.

Major Charles Rane: That'll pass Cliff, everything passes.

Hauser: You're lucky I like you.

Cliff: Who me?

Hauser: No him!

Cliff: Oh

Hauser: I love you... you're my little brother come here and give me a hug... get you're ass over here

[Cliff hugs him]

Cliff: Do you have a family?

Milo: No sir I don't

Cliff: Then no one will miss you

[shoots Milo]

Cliff: [Suddenly stops driving the car] I wanna talk about mom

Hauser: I don't

Cliff: You said I shot mom, but I distinctly remember I was in the bath tub. So how can I have shot mom if I was in the bathtub? It wasn't me who shot her was it?

Hauser: Don't look at me like that! I couldn't let her keep on touching you in that way. I covered you, you covered me remember? That was our game!

Cliff: Our game?

Hauser: [crying] Our game!

Cliff: [Forces Tom to stick a shotgun under Hodes chin] Keep those eyes open Sheriff I wanna seen that light go out! I wanna see that head explode.

Cliff: Goddam Peeping Tom

Sheriff Hodes: Why Cliffy?

Cliff: Only heaven knows Sheriff

Cliff: [after he and Tom shotgun decapitate Hodes] Whoowee Donkeys... that was easy

Cliff: Bobby, 365 times 12.9...

Bobby: [confidently] 4,218.5.

Cliff: That's the damnedest thing. He can't spell bird, but he can add up, he can add up anything. He's one of them, uh, one of them artistic savants.

Cliff: [to overwrought Tom] Every family has their problems.

Cliff: [over police radio] This is the bad guy, does anybody read me?

Cliff: Come on you pussy!

Jack: Pussy? I don't think so...

Cliff: [sees on coming train]

Cliff: That's my daughter. She's been blind and all, ever since her husband was killed in the war.

Nick: What's the first thing you do when you step onto a plane? Maybe you have a sip of that fine champagne? You do fly in first class, right?

Cliff: I put away my shit like everyone else.

Nick: Well, when I board a plane, making my way back to the cheap seats, I clock every door. I pace off the distance between those exits and my seat. That plane loses power on takeoff, I can make egress in the dark, totally blind. If the aisle crowds up, I'm going to climb over the back on 36D, guy with that shiny-ass toupee, make the over the wing exit. And I know the handle swings down not up. And I know the door swings in not out. And I know all that inside of 30 seconds, before they even pop the cork for you up there in Hollywood class. See, if you wait till the emergency happens before you decide what to do, you're already dead.

Cydney: What chance do you have of that happening?

Nick: Happened in Sioux City.

Cydney: Sioux City?

Nick: DC-10. If rolled 4 times on landing. Wound up in an Iowa cornfield, 112 people dead.

Cydney: Yeah, I remember watching that on TV.

Nick: Yeah. I saw if from the inside.

Gina: He is really hard to kill.

Cliff: Your situational awareness kinda sucks.

Cliff: Sometimes it seems like... like nothing exists until we get there, until we put our eyes on it. Like the whole fucking world was manufactured for our wants and needs, ya know?

Cydney: You think there'll be a nice sunset?

Cliff: I mean like if I take, if I just turn my head... ya know. For just a minute and... but don't tell me, but does everything just stop? Just shut down... go in to some energy saving hibernation mode, till I choose to reactivate them by simply...

[makes a machinery sound while turning head around]

Cydney: You should say sweet stuff to me sometimes.

Cliff: How many times do I need to tell you? If there's anyone in this world that I could love, it's you. Why is that never enough?

Cydney: Just forget about it.

Cliff: Look... you helped create this fevered dream of immortality. You are the privileged witness who's gonna help me lead a hundred different lives. It's you.

Cydney: Look, I get it... I know that in some bend way, your need for detachment fits my need for attachment, that's it. It's fitting fucking and fucking fit... I get it, okay? Let's stop lying to ourselves, okay?

Cliff: I'm not lying now... I love the idea of loving you.

Cydney: And I love hearing it.

Rick: Relax, relax!

Gina: I need to go right now, okay? Do you here me?

Cliff: This is my wife's friend, she has little issue with um... crystal meth, okay? Normally she's pretty functional, but obviously... this ain't normal.

Gina: He killed my Nicko! He killed my boyfriend!

Cliff: Oh, come on!

Gina: He wants to be us! That's what he wants, okay... him and his wife wanna be us!

Cliff: She's dosed right out of her mind right now... I mean it's been. Look! Look, look, look, look, come here.

Gina: No, no, no! Don't go, Don't go.

Cliff: Look at this... I'm finding these the whole trip. I think she just got in over her head this time. So, I hope you don't have to involve the... police or anything like that. I mean, I promise I'll get her back safe... okay?

Gina: Don't listen to him! Don't listen to him!

Sherman: Look mam, we're just here because someone took off with two of our boats. The last thing we want is to get involved with somebody else's mess.

Cliff: Okay, cool.

Sherman: Right?

Rick: Yeah, right.

Cliff: Cool.

Rick: Except...

Cliff: Except what?

Rick: Ya know it's just that, I don't get why her pupils are normal... and yours are the size of olives.

Cliff: Guys... that was a perfectly good story.

[starts shooting everyone]

Cliff: Fuck! Count your fucking shots!

Cliff: So you were like Special Ops. What were you Seals? Rangers?

Nick: Officially, I'm only allowed to say that I've been a sworn officer participating in a phase of certain missions that would make most men want to crawl up and hide inside their own assholes.

Cydney: and unofficially?

Nick: I'm a goddamn American Jedi. Possible title number one, by the way.

Nick: Hey, see this? Took a frag from a Bouncing Betty. It's an antipersonnel mine. Caved in the back of my fucking head. Medevaced out to Germany. Got my skull rebuilt with space-age titanium. Can't go through a metal detector without ringing cherries, but that's cool. Let's me travel with Gilligan just about wherever I want.

Cydney: Gilligan?

Nick: My little buddy

Cliff: That's some toothpick

Nick: Here's the kicker, though. When I took that shrapnel, I never felt it. I mean, I felt the impact and I felt my backside go all wet, but no real pain. Now, maybe I don't recall the events in full. They did scoop out a little gray Spam back there, but get this. My wolf pack? They will swear that I was ambulatory for more than 17 minutes before they forced me to lie down. Tackled me. Even then I was looking to monkey-fuck a Marlboro Light. There's no nerve endings in the brain Cliff. Remember that when you write the scene.

Cliff: Yeah, there's some really good details there.

Gina: Yeah, he's really hard to kill.

Cliff: Ah I bit my tongue, I hate that.

Nick: That's gonna stop hurting in a second...

Cliff: Remember, nothing exists until we get there!

Cydney: Got it. Rocky? Nothing exists until I get there.

Cliff: [picking up hitchhikers] Nothing bad ever happens in Hawaii, right?

Cliff: We're not really hunting goats here, are we?

Cliff: That's some toothpick.

Cliff: [the committee is discussing where the LGSM members will be staying] Cliff: I don't mind taking more, Hefina. Not the lesbians so much, because of their cuisine, but I'll take an extra gay.

The Geek: [Farmer Ted is in Jake's dad car. Jake just saw he and Caroline kissing] I'm dead.

[the car phone rings and he answers it]

The Geek: Hello?

Cliff: [voice] Ted, you never called us back. What happened?

The Geek: Look, wheez, I told you not to call me here.

Cliff: [voice] Ted, we're dying, what happened?

The Geek: You wanna know what happened? Buy the book!

[hangs up]

[last lines]

Cliff: So, second place... how does it feel?

Torrance Shipman: It feels like first.

[they kiss]

Missy: [Cliff is looking ahead at Torrance. Suddenly Missy blocks his view, her bikini-clad chest right in his line of sight] Hey, perv.

Cliff: Gahhh!

Missy: Hand over your fifteen bucks or get out of here.

Cliff: What are you doing?

Missy: Making money from guys oogling my goodies.

Cliff: Aww, I didn't need to hear that. That was an over-share.

Cliff: [after Missy leaves] I begged my mom for a brother.

Torrance Shipman: He'd look a little ridiculous in that bikini, wouldn't he?

Torrance Shipman: Ever been to a cheerleading competition?

Missy: Oh, you mean like a football game?

Torrance Shipman: No, not a game, those are like practices for us. I'm talking about a tournament. ESPN cameras all around. Hundreds of people cheering.

Cliff: Wait a minute, people cheering... cheerleaders?

Torrance Shipman: That's right. Lots of people. Here's the deal, Missy. We're the shit, the best. We work hard, have fun, and win national championships. I'm offering you a chance to be a part of that.

Torrance Shipman: So, is that your band or something?

Cliff: The Clash? Uh... no. It's a British punk band, circa 1977 to 1983-ish, original lineup anyway.

Torrance Shipman: How vintage!

Torrance Shipman: Are you intimidated?

Cliff: Yeah. A little.

Cliff: They hate it when you do this.

[shoots gun at cops]

Cliff: I really shouldn't be driving, I have a suspended license.

Cooper: Really? For what?

Cliff: Attempted vehiclular manslaughter... whatever the FUCK that means!

Cliff: I live in a Frat House, right? And these fuckers wanna kick me out for not observing quiet hour!

[shouting]

Cliff: Well, they can SUCK my QUIET COCK!

Cliff: who wants to do a bong... how about you

Cliff: [rapping] My name is Cliff, brother of Joe. I got me some crack. I want me some hoes!

Cliff: Come on man! Just kick me in the junk!

Cliff: Do you guys ever get really horny?

Cooper: Depends where you're going with this.

Cliff: [looking at a poster of Van Gogh's "Starry Night"] Whoa. Which one of you painted this?

Rachel: Uhh... I did.

Cliff: It's soooo smooth.

Cliff: Zeke!

Zeke: [terrified] Cliff!

Cliff: How you been man? I haven't seen you since high school!

Zeke: I-I thought you were dead.

Cliff: No! But about THIS close though!

Cliff: [Josh is about to drink yellow liquid] That one's not beer!

Ernest P. Worrell: Sheriff Binder open up! It was awful, the thunder and the lightning, and it had great big teeth and things on its ears like this! It was at least this big and at least this long!

Cliff: Whoa, whoa, Ernest, what's going on?

Amanda: Ernest do you know what time it is?

Ernest P. Worrell: Maybe Old Lady Hackmore was right, maybe it WAS a troll! Luckily I was there to beat it within an inch of its face.

Cliff: Old Lady Hackmore?

Ernest P. Worrell: Yeah the kids and I built a treehouse out there and she got REAL STEAMED.

Amanda: You took Kenny and the kids out there? Trespassing on an old lady's property?

Cliff: Yeah, but what happened?

Ernest P. Worrell: Sheriff, I saw a troll! I really saw a troll!

Kenny: Dad, something really weird WAS happening in those woods tonight!

Ernest P. Worrell: Yeah, you gotta do something, Sheriff.

Cliff: Now calm down, Ernest, you probably just had a bad dream. So pinch yourself.

[Ernest pinches himself and screams]

Cliff: and go home.

Ernest P. Worrell: Oww! I'm not dreaming, this really hurts!

Cliff: [shot with an arrow] Hey, call me a nurse while you're at it.

Teodora Van Sloan: Okay. You're a nurse.

Cliff: Is it on the condom?

Trevor: IT IS ON THE CONDOM!

Cliff: You and I are going to have fun tonight, Jeannie! You like jive?

Carol Richman: You bet! I'm a hep kitten!

Cliff: [nervously] What are you thinking about?

Jack Marlow: [looking at his hands] Oh, how interesting a pair of hands can be. They can trick melody out of a piano keyboard. They can mold beauty out of a piece of common clay. They can bring life back to a dying child. Yeah, a pair of hands can do inconceivable good. Yet the same pair of hands can do terrible evil. They can destroy, whip, torture, even kill. Wish I didn't have to use my hands to hurt another human being.

Cliff: I'm special.

Cliff: You don't seem like the princess bed type to me.

Tiger: Bad marriage. She took our daughter.

Cliff: This Costume Killer does horrible, horrible things. Injects his victims with window cleaner, puts weird costumes on 'em, puts plastic bags over their heads, and asphyxiates them.

Max: No you're right, there's nothing polite about him.

Arnie: You're a sensitive guy.

Cliff: I'm fucked up.

Arnie: No, but you're sensitive.

Cliff: How was I supposed to know? Locked in the attic, tied to my grandmother. Beaten, beaten, beaten by my drunken father! Of course I'm kidding. Can't you take a joke? Don't you know when a guy's kidding?

[last lines]

Cliff: I want to thank God. For um, for not giving me the role of Gilligan. Thank you God!

Cliff: I never thought I'd see the a buddy of mine would be dating a woman with three bars on her shoulder.

Mickey: I think it's beyond what you'd call dating.

Cliff: You're gonna get married?

Mickey: Maybe.

Cliff: You met her family? Think her family's gonna be okay that you're a white guy?

Mickey: They think any woman over 30 who isn't married is a lesbian. She figures, they'll be so relieved that I'm a man...

Cliff: Yeah, it's always heartwarming to see a prejudice defeated by a deeper prejudice.

[first lines]

Cliff: [cataloging the flora] We got cenizo, that's purple sage, agave, nopal... What's that stuff? Yeah that's it, that's whatchamacallit. That's horse crippler.

Mikey: This place is a gold mine.

Cliff: Lead mine.

Mikey: Hey, Cliff!

Cliff: What'd you find? Pieces of eight? Relics from the Coronado expedition?

Mikey: Cliff, come here!

[Cliff comes over and sees a half-buried skeleton in the ground]

Cliff: Jesus...

[Mikey lifts a ring out of the ground]

Mikey: Was Coronado in the Masons?

Cliff: Pot and beer. They fuck you up. This enhances you. Heightened awareness of your senses, especially touch, a feeling of connection... openness... honesty. It's like being a kid.

Todd: Dude... When did you get all Haight-Ashbury on me? I mean - you used to listen to Nitzer-Ebb!

Cliff: I was 12, and I was a Nazi.

[Todd reads a piece of paper handed to him by a candy raver]

Todd: "Love is the reason... PLUR"?

Cliff: "PLUR" - Peace, Love, Unity and Respect.

Todd: [swallows a hit of Ecstasy] ... Well, bring on the love.

Raver: I'd like to buy a vowel.

Cliff: 'E' or 'A'?

Raver: 'A'. I'd like to solve the puzzle. "Lysergic Acid Diethylamide".

Raver 2: Tell him what he's won.

Cliff: [handing Raver a hit of acid] An all-expense-paid trip to your cerebral cortex. Thanks for playing.