Del Quotes in The Hitman (1991)


Del Quotes:

  • Del: I'm so goddamn horny I could fuck mud.

  • Del: [pointing a gun at Luganni] Arriverderci, asshole!

  • Marco Luganni: Where was my guys?

    Del: Hey, fat fuck!

    [pulls open a van door to reveal two dead men]

  • Del: Mr. Mayor! How could you eat that adorable and talented hamburger? Didn't you see it dancing around?

  • Del: [first lines]

    Del: [tentatively trying out song lyrics] My love for you, is equal to, a worn-out shoe? Nah. A big cow moo? Uh-uh. Some indefinable gunky goo? Yeah!

  • Mayor: Well... he's really quite busy. You know these intellectuals.

    Del: Please! Who?

    Mayor: Some call him a brilliant scholar. Some call him a learned guru, and some call him the all-knowing sage. But most folks call him "The Wise One." Of course, I get to call him Gus.

  • Del: Well, Mr. Mega, you may be the richest, most famous grand enchilada, numero uno hitmaker extraordinaire person in the music biz, but I just met some people in a little town you never heard of called Flooby Nooby. And they showed me something even you don't know. What's important is not how much money you make or how many people you impress, but what's inside here in your heart. And if you listen to that voice deep inside, then nothing is impossible.

  • Del: Oh, please... Wise One... tell me how to write the perfect song.

    Wiseone: My poor, wandering pilgrim, the true path is not to be found outside, but within you. You must be cleansed. And when you have made your soul calm and pure, the proper road to enlightenment will be revealed before your eyes. Discover the purity of perfection, not the perfection of purity. Remember my son, just as one slice into a loaf of bread produces two pieces, you must multiply your wisdom.

  • Louis Simo: Let's go outside. You packin'?

    Del: Not when I cross the street for lunch.

    [Simo pulls gun from Del's jacket]

    Del: Lou, I do what I'm told.

    [Simo slams him against the car]

    Louis Simo: You took the cash from that rack, same as me! Twenty-five-hundred for ratting out some hop-head actress, and I never said a word. 'Cause I'm loyal to my fuckin' partner!

    [Strangles Del]

    Del: [Choking] Rick!

    Louis Simo: Why?

    Del: Didn't say, just take care of it.

    [Simo releases him]

    Del: Look, when I helped you out, with the old lady, I should've kept my mouth shut. I had to make good. You would've done the same thing. Don't bullshit me. It's how the mortgage gets paid!

    [Simo punches him in the stomach]

  • Del: You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. I'm an easy target. Yeah, you're right, I talk too much. I also listen too much. I could be a cold-hearted cynic like you... but I don't like to hurt people's feelings. Well, you think what you want about me; I'm not changing. I like... I like me. My wife likes me. My customers like me. 'Cause I'm the real article. What you see is what you get.

  • [waking up after sharing the same bed on the motel]

    Neal: Del... Why did you kiss my ear?

    Del: Why are you holding my hand?

    Neal: [frowns] Where's your other hand?

    Del: Between two pillows...

    Neal: Those aren't pillows!

    [they both leap out of bed, screaming and shaking their hands in disgust]

  • Del: You play with your balls a lot.

    Neal: I do NOT play with my balls.

    Del: Larry Bird doesn't do as much ball-handling in one night as you do in an hour!

    Neal: Are you trying to start a fight?

    Del: No. I'm simply stating a fact. That's all. You fidget with your nuts a lot.

    Neal: You know what'd make me happy?

    Del: Another couple of balls, and an extra set of fingers?

  • Neal: [Comes back to Chicago rail station to find Del sitting alone] Del, what are you doing here? You said you were going home, what are you doing here?

    Del: I uh... I don't have a home. Marie's been dead for eight years.

  • [another driver is trying to alert them that they're driving on the wrong side of the highway]

    Neal: He says we're going the wrong way...

    Del: Oh, he's drunk. How would he know where we're going?

  • State Trooper: What the hell are you driving here?

    Del: We had a small fire last night, but we caught it in the nick of time.

    State Trooper: Do you have any idea how fast you were going?

    Del: Funny enough, I was just talking to my friend about that. Our speedometer has melted and as a result it's very hard to see with any degree of accuracy exactly how fast we were going.

  • Neal: What's the flight situation?

    Del: Simple. There's no way on earth we're going to get out of here tonight. We'd have more luck playing pickup sticks with our butt-cheeks than we will getting a flight out of here before daybreak.

    Neal: I guess we'll find out soon enough.

    Del: Yeah, but by the time the airline cancels this flight, which they will sooner or later, you'd have more of a chance to find a three-legged ballerina than you would a hotel room.

    Neal: Are you saying I could be *stuck* in Wichita?

    Del: I'm saying you *are* stuck in Wichita.

  • [at breakfast Neal finds his wallet empty and gives Del a mean look]

    Del: What?

    Neal: You know goddamn well what!

    Del: I'm sorry I don't

    Neal: I had over 700 dollars in here.

    Del: I didn't touch your dough Neal. I'm a lot of things but I'm not a thief.

    Neal: Well you went into my stuff last night right?

    Del: I didn't take your money! and I don't care for the accusation.

    Neal: Well I had over 700 dollars in here and you went into my wallet for pizza. Just maybe when you went into my stuff you had to...

    Del: [Places his wallet on the table] Count it!

    Neal: Oh like you keep it in there if you stole it.

    Del: There's 263 dollars in there. If there's a dollar more then you can call me a thief. Just count it.

    Neal: [finds Del's wallet empty as wel] Empty.

    Del: WHAT?

    [Looks thru his wallet]

    Del: We were robbed!

    Neal: [Sarcastically] Do you think so?

  • Del: When I'm dead and buried, all I'll leave behind are some shower curtain rings that didn't fall down. Some legacy, huh?

    Neal: At the very least, the absolute minimum, you'll have a woman you love to grow old with. You love her, don't you?

    Del: Love... is not a big enough word. It's not a big enough word for how I feel about my wife.

    DelNeal: [raises drink] To the wives!

  • Del: [speaking to self while sitting in the car while it snows] Well Marie, once again my dear, you where as right as rain. I am, with out a doubt, the biggest pain in the butt that ever came down the pike. I meet someone whose company I really enjoy, and what do I do? I go overboard. I smother the poor soul. I cause him more trouble than he has a right to. God, I got a big mouth. When am I ever gonna wake up? I wish you were here with me right now. But... I guess that's not gonna happen. Not now, anyway.

  • Neal: Eh, look, I don't want to be rude, but I'm not much of a conversationalist, and I really want to finish this article, a friend of mine wrote it, so...

    Del: Don't let me stand in your way, please don't let me stand in your way. The last thing I want to be remembered as is an annoying blabbermouth... You know, nothing grinds my gears worse than some chowderhead that doesn't know when to keep his big trap shut... If you catch me running off with my mouth, just give me a poke on the chubbs...

  • Del: If they told you wolverines would make good house pets, would you believe them?

  • Del: I know you don't I? I'm usually very good with names but I'll be damned if I haven't forgotten yours.

    Neal: You stole my cab.

    Del: I never stole anything in my life.

    Neal: I hailed a cab on park avenue this afternoon and before I could get in it. You stole it.

    Del: You're the guy who tried to get my cab. I knew I knew you! You scared the bejesus out of me. Come to think of it it was easy to get a cab during rush hour.

    Neal: Forget it.

    Del: I can't forget it. I am sorry. I had no idea it was your cab. Let me make it up to you. How about a nice hot dog and a beer.

    Neal: No thanks.

    Del: Just a hot dog then.

    Neal: I'm kinda picky about what I eat.

    Del: Some coffee?

    Neal: No.

    Del: Milk?

    Neal: No.

    [becoming more annoyed]

    Del: Soda?

    Neal: No.

    [annoyance rising]

    Del: Tea?

    Neal: No

    Del: LifeSavers?

    Neal: No.

    Del: Slurpee?

    Neal: Sir - please.

    Del: Just let me know. I'm here.

    [smiles, shaking his finger at Neal]

    Del: I knew I knew ya!

  • [Neal and Del are watching their car burning and laughing]

    Neal: How could you rent the thing without a credit card anyway? I mean you could but how could you?

    Del: Oh I gave this gal behind the counter a set of shower curtain rings.


    Neal: You can't rent a car with shower curtain rings Del.

    Del: [Stops laughing] Well... your diner's club card wound up in my wallet and I just...

    Neal: You STOLE it!

    Del: Not exactly.

    Neal: You stole it! I knew you stole it. You stole the card and then you rented a car and you burned it up! I knew you stole it.

    Del: No I didn't! I found it in my wallet! I thought maybe you put it there.


    Del: Kindness.

    Neal: KINDNESS! KINDNESS! You stole it! He stole it!

    Del: No I didn't. I was going to send you the card back. With whatever the rental car charge was. Plus interest. But you didn't give me your address. You just ditched me! I had no cards. I had no money. I had nothing!

    Neal: [Grabs Del] Give it back!

    Del: I can't!

    Neal: Why not?

    Del: Because!

    Neal: Because why?

    Del: Because when we stopped to gas up. I put the card in your wallet.

    [Neal's wallet is in the glove compartment in the now burning car]

    Del: You're not mad at me are you?

    Neal: [Punches Del in the stomach and trips over his trunk]

  • Neal: Let me close this conversation by saying that you are one unique individual.

    Del: Unique... what's that, Latin for "asshole"?

  • Del: Was that seat hot or what? I feel like a Whopper. Turn me over, I'm done on this side. I'm afraid to look at my ass. There'll be griddle marks.

  • Del: How do you turn this thing off?

    [lightbulb breaks]

    Del: Ouch!

  • Del: You're in a pretty lousy mood, huh?

    Neal: To say the least.

    Del: You ever travel by bus before?

    [Neal shakes his head]

    Del: Hmm. Your mood's probably not going to improve much.

  • Neal: [riding in back of pickup truck in freezing cold] What do you think the temperature is?

    Del: One.

  • [last lines]

    Neal: Honey, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.

    Susan Page: Hello, Mr. Griffith.

    Del: Hello, Mrs. Page.

  • Owen: I'm to drive you to Wichita to catch a train?

    Del: Yeah, we'd appreciate it.

    Owen: Train don't run out of Wichita... unlessin' you're a hog or a cattle.

    [Clears his throat]

    Owen: People train runs out of Stubbville.

  • Del: You know I had a feeling that when we parted ways. We would somehow wind up back together again. I've never seen a guy get picked up by his testicles before. Lucky thing for you that cop passed by when he did. Otherwise, you'd be lifting up your schnutz to tie you shoes. I'm sorry. That's terrible. Do you have any idea how glad I am I didn't kill you?

    Neal: [high voice] Do you have any idea how glad I'd be if you had?

    Del: Oh, come on, pal, you don't mean that. Remember what I said about going with the flow?

    Neal: How am I supposed to go with the flow when the rental car agency leaves me in a 100 acre parking lot with keys to a car that isn't there then I have to hike back 3 miles to find out they don't have any more cars?

    Del: I got a car, no sweat at all.

    Neal: Well Del, you're a charmed man.

    Del: Nope.

    Neal: Oh, I know. You just go with the flow.

    Del: Like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty stream.

  • Hotel Clerk: Do you have seventeen dollars and a good watch?

    Del: No I don't. I have uh... two dollars... and a Casio.

    Hotel Clerk: I'm going to have to say goodnight, so...

  • Del: I haven't been home in years.

  • Del: You could've killed me slugging me in the gut like that. That's how Houdini died, you know.

  • Neal: As much fun as I've had on this little journey, I'm sure one day I'll look back on it and laugh.

    Del: [giggles] Are you sure?

    Neal: [starts chuckling] Oh God. I'm laughing already.

  • Del: Six bucks and my right nut says we're not landing in Chicago.

  • Gus: Del Griffith! How the hell are ya?

    Del: Well, I'm still a million bucks shy of bein' a millionaire.

    [Both laugh]

    Del: Gus, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine. This is Neal Page from Chicago. Neal, this is Gus Mooney.

    Neal: Hi.

    Gus: Glad to meet you, Nick.

  • Bus Lover: [to Neal] Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer.

    Del: [to Neal] Ha Ha Ha! You got busted!

  • Del: [sitting outside the motel cafe after finding out they've been robbed] You know I've been thinking. What we're dealing with here is a small-time crook. He didn't take the credit cards, right? So we charge our way home. What kind of plastic do you carry?

    Neal: I have a Visa and a gasoline card. Oh, and I have a Neiman Marcus card in case you want to send someone a gift. What do you have?

    Del: Chalmer's Big and Tall men's shop. It's a seven outlet chain in the pacific northwest. Great stuff. Unfortunatly, it does us no good here.

  • Del: I've never seen a guy get picked up by his testicles before. Lucky for you that cop passed by when he did, or you'd be lifting your snutz to tie your shoes.

  • Cab Dispatcher: Hey! Get your car out of here!

    Del: Yeah, just one sec.

    Cab Dispatcher: GET IT OUT OF HERE!

    Del: What is your problem? You insensitive asshole! Can't you see we have an injured man down here? Now I'll move my car, but I want you to help him up!

    Neal: No!

    Cab Dispatcher: [pulls gloves up] My pleasure.

    [grabs Neal by his testicles]

    Neal: Oh!

  • Del: I guess this is probably a good time as any to tell you this. Our tickets are only good to St. Louis. St. Louis to Chi-town is booked tighter than Tom Thumb's ass.

  • Del: How about your bun?

    Neal: No, no it's too hard.

    Del: Sure?

    Del: [Del tries to get the old man's attention] Sir? Excuse me. Would you like a bun?

    Man on plane: [the man misunderstands Del] Oh it's fun. Flights fun.

    Del: [Del laughs] No no no, would you like the bun?

    Man on plane: Uh what's that?

    Del: I'm offering you a bun.

    Man on plane: Speak up!

    Del: Do you want the bun?

    Man on plane: No, I just got started!

    Neal: [Neal becomes frustrated and cuts in] He said do you want the bun.

    Man on plane: Oh yes, thank-you.

    [the man takes the bun]

    Del: There you go. How about another salad?

    [the man hands over his salad dish]

    Del: No no no, takes this salad he doesn't want any, he's not hungry. Some salad dressing.

    Man on plane: I'll have the brownie.

    Del: The brownie? Sure.

    Neal: No no no, I'd like that.

    Del: You want the brownie? He won't give you the brownie, he's got a sweet tooth.

    [Del whispers to Neal]

    Del: Isn't he a nice fella?

    [Just as Neal is about to eat his brownie, a woman in the seat in front of him pulls her hair back, covering his brownie]

    Del: I guess you're not going to want your brownie now?

    Neal: No.

    Del: No. Mind?

    [Del digs into the woman's hair, taking out the brownie. He offers some to the old man]

    Del: Would you like half?

    Man on plane: Oh would you?

    Del: Certainly.

    [Del gives the old man the brownie]

    Del: There you go, the big side.

  • Neal: I'd like one room for the night.

    Del: If you're upset, maybe we should get separate rooms.

    Neal: You get your own room.

    Hotel Clerk: Will you be paying with credit card?

    Neal: Yes. I have a Visa card... Diner's Club card... and a gasoline card.

    [he lays them out - all of them are burned]

    Hotel Clerk: [chuckles] These aren't... these aren't credit cards.

    Neal: Do you take cash?

    Hotel Clerk: Forty-two fifty.

    Neal: [lays money on the table] How about seventeen dollars...

    Hotel Clerk: I can't do that.

    Neal: Please. Have mercy. I've been wearing the same underwear since Tuesday.

    Del: I can vouch for that.

    Hotel Clerk: I don't own the place, I...

    [gestures towards the management office behind him]

    Neal: Seventeen dollars...

    Neal: [unstraps wristwatch] ... and a hell of a nice watch?

  • Del: Six bucks and my left nut says we're not going to be landing in Chicago.

  • Neal: [on tequila and Doritos] What do you think? You think this is a good combination?

    Del: No, probably not.

  • Del: [talking to Neal on the plane] I always order a special meal. On this airline, I go with the seafood salad. On American, I'll have their kosher plate: a little slice of salami, some roast beef, some turkey, dark rye bread, very nice. Now, if I'm flying United, I'll say I'm a youngster and they'll give me the kiddie plate. That's a hot dog, bag of potato chips, a gherkin, and a nice little bag of Oreo cookie, mmm!

  • Del: I didn't introduce myself. Del Griffith. American Light and Fixture, Sales Director, shower curtain ring division.

  • Screaming Driver: [late at night on the highway, Del is unknowingly driving in the opposite lane while a couple drive alongside him notice] Holy shit! Look at that guy on the wrong side of the highway! He's going to kill somebody!

    Screaming Driver's Wife: Oh, my God!

    Screaming Driver: [honks his horn and rolls his window down to get their attention] Hey! Hey!

    [Del notices and honks back in retaliation]

    Neal: [waking up from the noise] Hey, what's going on?

    Del: Some joker wants to race.

    [Neal turns to look at the man who's now sticking his arm out his window making a turning motion]

    Del: Turn around!

    Neal: [turns to Del] Don't race. It's ridiculous.

    Del: [to the Screaming Driver] All right, come on. Let's go! Let's go!

    Screaming Driver: Put your window down!

    Neal: He wants something.

    [he rolls down his window]

    Del: Egh, he's probably drunk.

    Screaming Driver: You're going the wrong way!

    Neal: [leans his head out the window] What?

    Screaming DriverScreaming Driver's Wife: You're going the wrong way!

    Neal: [makes a nod making like he understands and sits back straight in his seat, to Del] He says we're going the wrong way.

    Del: Oh, he's drunk! How would he know where we're going?

    Neal: [agreeable] Yeah, how would he know?

    [turns to the couple, mockingly waves and says]

    Neal: Thank you! Thanks a lot! Terrific!

    Del: [also mocking] Thank you!

    [honks horn a couple times and laughs]

    Del: What a moron!

    Screaming Driver: You're going in the wrong direction!

    [Del imitates a drunkard drinking and acting buffoonish]

    Screaming DriverScreaming Driver's Wife: YOU'RE GOING TO KILL SOMEBODY!

    [Neal looks back out the window again and looks at the street, noticing that it's not the shoulder but the middle of the highway that is to his right, looks up at the couple]

    Screaming DriverScreaming Driver's Wife: YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!

    Neal: [eyes bulge, finally realizing the problem, he turns forward to find two semi-trucks side by side coming straight for them, Neal is so panicked he can't even talk loud enough] Truck. Truck. Truck! Truck!

    Del: [too busy to notice the oncoming vehicles, looking at Neal, shaking his shoulder to get his attention] What? What?

    [Del looks forward to see the two semi-trucks coming head on, the two scream as they manage to squeeze their way through the gap in between them]

  • Del: The last thing I want to be remembered as is an annoying blabbermouth1

  • Del: You know you nearly killed me, slugging me in the gut when I wasn't ready! That'ss how Houdini died, you know!

  • Neal: Well, let me just close this conversation, saying you are a unique individual.

    Del: What is unique, uh...? Latin for "asshole?"

  • Neal: [waitress hands them the bill, Neal nabs it] I'll get that. I've paid for everything else, why break precedent?

    Del: You're making me feel like a freeloader!

    Neal: Get me on the train, we're square.

    Del: You got it. That's the easy part.

  • Dr. Desmond Forest Oates: Go Del.

    Del: Go bid the huntsmen, wake them with their horns.

    Dr. Desmond Forest Oates: Hold it- yes um- um what can I... You'd tell me if you'd had a stroke.

  • Del: Okay, we're solving for "n".

    Vicky: But that's a letter. I thought this was math.

    Del: It's algebra. That is math.

    Vicky: Oh...

  • Del: You know these actors are mainly models, which are mainly faggots. And the rest are assholes... Know what bugs me the most about those soaps. It's people with no lives, watching other people's fake lives.

  • Betty: [sarcastic] Nothing like watching the tenpins fall.

    Del: Hey, that's a skill. They're trying to get that in the Olympic games.

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