Gene Watson Quotes in Nick of Time (1995)

[Mr. Watson kisses his little girl through Mr. Smith's walkie-talkie]

Gene Watson: Kisses to you.

Lynn Watson: No. Kisses to you.

Gene Watson: Kisses to you, Sweetpea.

[when Mr. Smith takes the walkie-talkie out of Mr. Watson's hand]

[Mr. Smith tells Mr. Watson a story about a man he loved]

Mr. Smith: There was this guy... Big guy, Irish-Italian. Red-faced, black-haired, jolly son of a bitch... Wait a second, nobody could make me laugh like him. He made a science of collecting jokes. We closed more bars together than I could count. Now, he was a pal. I loved the crazy mick. I'm not ashamed to say that, but... He was a fuck-up. He had this image of himself. He thought he was a con man. Always trying to shave the edge. He was nickel and dime. I'll always miss him. Tell me why.

Gene Watson: Tell you why, what?

Mr. Smith: Tell me why I miss him.

Gene Watson: He's dead?

Mr. Smith: That's right. He is dead, but tell me why.

Gene Watson: How do I know? I don't...

Mr. Smith: Tell me why he's dead.

Gene Watson: Because you killed him.

Mr. Smith: That's right, I did. I killed him. He fucked up one too many times. So, I put a bullet in his eye. Then, I put two more into him just to make sure. Now, that was somebody I loved; I loved him! But I got the call, and I put him down like a sick animal. So... if you got doubts... about what's going to happen if you don't deliver, let me tell you something. I'll make gravy out of your little girl just to season that Black Irish cocksucker's meat. Now, you do what you're supposed to do, young man. You do it now.

[Mr. Watson arrives at the train station in San Francisco]

Gene Watson: Lynn, honey! Lynn! Don't run off now, Sweetpea. Stay close to daddy.

Lynn Watson: Okay.

Gene Watson: We made it.

Lynn Watson: We made it.

[Ms. Jones grabs Mr. Watson's daughter and starts walking away with her]

Gene Watson: Ma'am! I'll take my daughter.

Mr. Smith: Don't worry. My partner's good with kids.

[Mr. Watson asks his daughter if she's ever seen him and her mom kiss]

Gene Watson: Hey. Listen to me. It's alright to talk about it. You know that, don't you? All right, so tell me something. You never once saw your mom and I kiss like that?

Lynn Watson: No way.

Gene Watson: Not once? How did you see us kiss?

Gene Watson: [Lynn kisses the top of her hand real quick] That's it? That 'mwah,' that little peck of a kiss? Honey, you missed a whole lot of kissing.

[Mr. Watson trips the men on rollerblades that are picking on his little girl]

Gene Watson: [the men trip to the floor] That's why you should always wear a helmet and knee pads. Because you never know when you're going to fall down and go boom. Right?

Lynn Watson: Right.

[Mr. Watson and his little girl sit in the van with Mr. Smith and Ms. Jones]

Lynn Watson: I want my daddy!

Ms. Jones: Well, your daddy's right there.

Gene Watson: [Mr. Watson from the passenger seat] Daddy's right here, honey. Daddy's here.

Ms. Jones: We're your daddy's friends.

Mr. Smith: [Mr. Smith from the driver seat] That's right. Policeman's your friend. Isn't that right, daddy? Daddy?

Gene Watson: That's right, honey. The police are our friends.

[Mr. Smith threatens Mr. Watson by hitting his pistol in his leg]

Mr. Smith: Mr. Watson, you're not paying attention. Your daughter's life depends on you. Do you understand?

Gene Watson: [Mr. Smith hits his pistol in Mr. Watson's leg again] Ahh!

Mr. Smith: Do you understand that?

[Mr. Smith tells Mr. Watson the deadline he has to kill the woman in the picture]

Mr. Smith: It's now 12:16. If the woman in the picture's alive at 1:30, half past 1:00... I call my partner. Your daughter's dead. What happens if I don't call you?

Ms. Jones: Kill her anyways.

Mr. Smith: You hear that, Mr. Watson? Do you understand? It's the woman in the picture or your daughter.

Gene Watson: God.

Mr. Smith: God can't help you Mr. Watson, only you.

[Mr. Smith yells at Mr. Watson to say at 1:30 his little girl is dead]

Mr. Smith: Look at your watch. Look at it! At 1:30, your little girl is dead. Say it with me. 'At 1:30, my little girl is dead.' Say it! Say it! Name it!

Gene Watson: At 1:30, my little girl is dead.

Mr. Smith: Unless you do what you're told. You go do it.

[Mr. Watson sees the giant poster for the re-elect Governor Eleanor Grant]

Gene Watson: [as he slides the picture out of the envelope of the same woman] Oh, shit.

[Mr. Watson asks Mr. Smith who is he]

Gene Watson: Who are you?

Mr. Smith: [Mr. Smith whispers in his ear] I'm the guy who'll kill your daughter if you don't get moving.

[Mr. Watson sits down and meets Huey the shoe shiner]

Mr. Huey: Come on. Take 10. Take a break. Take a load off. Put the world in perspective. So... are you a visitor?

Gene Watson: No. No, I'm just visiting.

Mr. Huey: Oh, yeah? So what do you do, if I may be so bold.

[Mr. Watson tells Mr. Huey that he's an accountant]

Gene Watson: I'm an accountant.

Mr. Huey: Well, don't denigrate yourself, my friend. Where would the government be without accountants, huh? They wouldn't know how hard they could squeeze us until we popped. Isn't that right?

[Mr. Watson tries to tell Mr. Huey about his daughter]

Gene Watson: [Mr. Watson whispers] Sir. Sir... I need your help.

Mr. Huey: What was that? You have to speak up.

Gene Watson: [Mr. Watson talks low] There's a little girl in a van. She's my daughter.

Mr. Huey: I'm a little deaf in this ear. I mean, between that and my wooden leg, I'm all messed up. Compliments of the United States Army artillery corps.

[Mr. Smith stops Mr. Watson from going to a police officer]

Mr. Smith: I know what you're thinking. You're like a worm on a hook, wiggling around, thinking you might get off.

Gene Watson: What would you do?

Mr. Smith: She'd be dead. Do what you're supposed to do, young man! You do it now!

[Mr. Watson tells Officer Trust that there's a plot to kill the Governor]

Gene Watson: Officer?

Officer Trust: Yeah?

Gene Watson: There's a plot to kill the Governor. If you don't believe me, check that man right there. He has a gun.

Officer Trust: [Mr. Smith smiles from a distance, as Officer Trust whispers to Mr. Watson] So do you, Mr. Watson.

[Mr. Watson asks help from the Governor's assistant Krista Brooks]

Gene Watson: You know something? My wife always said that I had a problem trusting people.

Krista Brooks: [Ms. Brooks smiles] Well, you can trust Eleanor Samara Grant.

Gene Watson: Well, I'm going to trust you.

Gene Watson: [Mr. Watson pulls out his gun on Ms. Brooks] And you're going to trust me.

[Mr. Watson and Ms. Brooks hand over their only gun to the Mystery Man]

Mystery Man: Is it real? I mean, do we know anything about it?

Krista Brooks: It looks real. I don't know anything about guns.

Mystery Man: May I see it?

Gene Watson: The gun is real.

Mystery Man: [the mystery man scoffs] Well, it certainly looks real.

Mystery Man: [as the mystery man looks over to the corner of the room] May we have your opinion?

Mystery Man: [the mystery man then hands over the gun to Mr. Smith] You're supposed to be the expert in these matters.

Mr. Smith: [Mr. Smith checks the gun, grabs a pillow, and shoots Ms. Brooks dead] Yeah. I'd say it's real.

[Mr. Watson sees Mr. Smith in a dream sequence after shooting him dead]

Gene Watson: I killed you.

Mr. Smith: You fucked up.

[Mr. Watson tries to still convince Mr. Huey about the Governor assassination]

Gene Watson: Listen, something's going to happen. When it's over with, you'll know what I was talking about.

Mr. Huey: What? The end of the world? Look man, don't give me your crazy rap. I'm not a bartender, I don't want to hear it. I raise a family doing this bullshit. Do me a favor? Get your white ass out of my chair. Big tip doesn't give you the right to crap in my ear.

[Mr. Huey comes up with a plan for Mr. Watson to change clothes with the guest service employee Gustino]

Mr. Huey: Hey, quick. Quick. Off with the shoes and pants. Trade with Gustino.

Gene Watson: What are you talking about?

Mr. Huey: Don't worry about it.

Mr. Huey: [as Mr. Huey sees the two stand quiet looking at each other] Oh, no time to be shy ladies. Come on, do what I tell you.

[Mr. Watson confronts Governor Eleanor Grant for the first time]

Gov. Eleanor Grant: Wait a minute, I know you. You're from the elevator.

Gene Watson: That's right.

Gov. Eleanor Grant: You were very nervous.

Gene Watson: [as Mr. Watson holds his gun on her] Guns tend to make me very nervous.