Clint Quotes in Dallas Buyers Club (2013)


Clint Quotes:

  • Rog: Who the hell's Rock Hudson?

    Clint: He's an actor, dumbass. Haven't you seen North By Northwest?

  • Clint: I only came here to do two things, kick some ass and drink some beer.

    [glances over his shoulder]

    Clint: Looks like we're almost outta beer.

  • Clint: What did you just say?

    Mike: What?

    Clint: Just now, man. When you walked past, what'd you say?

    Mike: About what?

    Clint: You said, "Someone's tokin' some reefer."

    Mike: No, I meant somewhere I smell some pot, you know? It was just an observation.

    Clint: Oh, an observation, huh? Well who the hell are you, man? Isaac fucking Newton?

  • Clint: parked so close, I-I couldn't get out of my...

    Wade: My truck's got a dual reeow weeow.

    Clint: I'm sorry?

    Wade: Dual reeow weeow. Dual weeow, dual weeow, dual reeow weeow. Dual weeow, dual real wheel. Dual. Real. Reow reow. Got a dual reeow weeow. Dual weeow, dual weeow, dual weeow.

    Clint: I don't understand

    Wade: It's got two extra wheels on the back part of it.

  • Clint: You know what? You carry on with your symphony of death. I'll sneak around the school where there aren't any kids.

    Wade: Oh, you'll sneak around, huh? Sneak around like a little Hobbit. No way! I'm taking the fight to them like a fuckin' Orc!

  • Wade: All right, ladies, here's the plan. We get down on that ledge, jump to the ground, hightail it like linebackers to our cars, boom.

    Clint: I thought you tried to outrun them. You said they were too fast for you.

    Wade: Yeah, but that was before I had a weapon.

    Clint: A violin?

    Wade: Not just a violin. It's an instrument of death. I propose we create a symphony of death. Everyone grab an instrument. Here. You take this

    [hands Clint a tambourine]

    Wade: .

    Clint: Oh, yeah, that'll be real effective.

    Wade: I'm offering leadership. What are you offering, besides throwing hot pots of coffee at people, or writing a stupid book no one wants to read about some guy who wants to fuck a boat?

    Clint: It's not about a guy who wants to fuck a boat. It's a book about obsession and possession...

    Wade: He wants to fuck the boat, and you know it.

    Clint: Listen...

    Wade: Listen, little Stevie King...

    Clint: There's an invention called a cell phone that your stupid school confiscated. We need to get to the principal's office, grab our phones and call someone who can help quarantine these kids.

    Wade: We're in a total lockdown in case you haven't noticed. We have been breached and there are little cootie kids right out there in the hallway who willingly will fucking rip your face off with their little teeth...

    Clint: Well, shit...

    Wade: With their little baby teeth, their big teeth haven't even come in yet.

    Clint: You know what, you carry on with your symphony of death. I'll sneak around the school where there aren't any kids.

    Wade: Oh, you sneak around, huh? Sneak around like a little hobbit. No way, I'm taking the fight to them like a fucking orc. And that is the difference between you and me. I don't wanna scurry. I don't wanna scurry around the hallway like a common squirrel.

  • Pop: What's your name?

    Clint: Clinton.

    Pop: Clinton what?

    Clint: Clinton, um, X. I'm a Muslim.

    Pop: Clinton X, huh? Well go home and bring me 2 bean pies and a pork chop sandwich, you little trout mouthed heathen.

  • Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy: Well, I tend to think of the golf swing as a poem.

    Clint: Ooh, he's doing that poetry thing again.

    Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy: The critical opening phrase of this poem will always be the grip. Which the hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the little finger. Lowly and slowly the clubhead is led back. Pulled into position not by the hands, but by the body which turns away from the target shifting weight to the right side without shifting balance. Tempo is everything; perfection unobtainable as the body coils down at the top of the swing. Theres a slight hesitation. A little nod to the gods.

    Dr. Molly Griswold: A, a nod to the gods?

    Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy: Yeah, to the gods. That he is fallible. That perfection is unobtainable. And now the weight begins shifting back to the left pulled by the powers inside the earth. It's alive, this swing! A living sculpture and down through contact, always down, striking the ball crisply, with character. A tuning fork goes off in your heart and your balls. Such a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot. Now the follow through to finish. Always on line. The reverse C of the Golden Bear! The steel workers' power and brawn of Carl Sandburg's. Arnold Palmer!

    Romeo Posar: Unnhh, he's doing the Arnold Palmer thing.

    Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy: End the unfinished symphony of Roy McAvoy.

  • Earl: You the man, Roy. You are definitely the man.

    Clint: The man needs a ride home.

  • Chiles Stanton: Oh, hi Beau.

    Beau Hutton: You better be here to wish me luck.

    Chiles Stanton: I'm on the board. I'm playing three songs tonight.

    Beau Hutton: Says who?

    Chiles Stanton: I happen to be in consideration as the new opening act for Miss Kelly Canter. James, my new manager, booked me this gig as a rehearsal... not that I need it.

    Beau Hutton: Clint, tell me Garth Brooks here is not opening for me.

    Clint: She's not, she's closing for you. Can't do nothing about it either.

    Beau Hutton: This is your place, you can tell her no.

    Clint: Not for James Canter, I can't.

    Beau Hutton: You're gonna let this prom queen get up on stage? For Christ's, sake, Patsy Cline sang here.

    Clint: I don't care, she's still gonna play. I'm not cutting your set, Beau, you got the same three songs.

    Chiles Stanton: Don't worry, Beau. I have no intention of stealing your invisible career. See, I want one.

  • [Clint cries out when seeing Lily approach him]

    Lily: I like you.

    [Lily then kisses Clint's body]

    Lily: No like?

    Clint: [Lily crawls away beginning to cry] I'm sorry

  • [Clint hears Lily whisper to him at the bar for the first time]

    Clint: What?

    [Lily talks without any sound]

    Clint: I - I have no idea what you're saying. Why are you all alone?

    [Clint finally gets his drinks he was waiting for]

    Clint: Thanks, man.

    Clint: Hey, you want to go meet some people over there?

    Lily: [Lily silently whispers] I like you.

    Clint: Well, I like you too. So, do you ever come here... before?

    Lily: [Lily whispers quietly again] I like you.

    Clint: Oh, okay.

  • [Clint puts on the video glasses for the first time with his friends Shane and Patrick]

    Shane: Oh, perfect fit!

    Patrick: Gimme! Gimme one of these!

    Shane: It's perfect! N-I-I-I-C-E!

    Clint: What?

    Shane: That shit is so quad. You can't even fuckin' tell!

    Shane: [Shane and Patrick walk Clint to look at himself in the mirror] Oh, my god! Look at him, huh? Hey, dude, check it out, check it out. You like these glasses, right?

    Clint: Yeah.

    Shane: These are not just any glasses, my friend.

    Clint: They're dork glasses.

    Shane: These are video glasses, bitch! There's a camera in that shit!

    Patrick: There's a fuckin' mic in that shit!

    Shane: Yeah! Yeah! Dude, Look at 'em! You can't see it! It's awesome!

    Clint: Where can you get em'?

    Patrick: Internet, like...

    [Patrick continues to laugh all over]

    Shane: Oh, it's so good! I can't even...

    Clint: Am I just, like, a spy now?

    Shane: Yeah, superspy, man... super ass-and-titty spy. Yeah, tonight, I'm telling you.

    Clint: I get it. I know what you want to do.

    Patrick: [Patrick laughs and yells out] Yeah, you do! Oh, come on, turn it on! Man! Let's do this! Come on.

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