Geronimo Quotes in Hot Shots! Part Deux (1993)

[as they jump out of an airplane one by one]

Harbinger: Geronimo!

Rabinowitz: Geronimo!

Geronimo: Me!

[to Tim who's in a tree]

Geronimo: You're gonna have to come down sometime.

Tim: I'm gonna have to pee sometime and I know where I'll be aimin'.

[the Carrick boys back away]

Fergus: Have you finished scrubbin' the paint off the old chaple board?

Geronimo: And what would you know about scrubbin'? You dirty bunch of knackers.

Gorilla: Knacker socks.

Carrick Boy: Does our mammy still wash your socks in the kitchen sink?

Carrick Boy: He doesnt have a kitchen sink.

Gorilla: Here come over to Carrickdowse and we'll lend you a bath.

Fergus: A bath, does it have your rubber ducky in it Gorilla?

Tim: Does your mommy still powder your bum? You big girl's blouse.

Geronimo: Why did we do it?

Fergus: What?

Geronimo: Why did we fight?

Fergus: For the hell of it. What else is there?

Geronimo: Speak softly.

Stash: Xerox me, man. I don't wanna be misquoted.

Geronimo: Peace! You were saying?

Stash: Dig the, uh, Spirit of St. Louis, man. Yeah, like, uh, Greeley says, what's seven or eight Dukes of Windsor when it's uh Mona Lisa time, huh? Yeah, take a bow and arrow, and we're not getting any younger, right? So come in X-17. Over.

Geronimo: Son of Norway, you're loud and clear. Cool as everything.

Stash: Over and out.

God: What'd he say?

Stash: Oh, he says he'll have to get back to me.

Geronimo: Spirit of St. Louis. Lindbergh.

Hippie Guy 1: Kidnapped.

Geronimo: Who?

Hippie Guy 2: Mona Lisa?

Geronimo: Yours.

Flo Banks: Darlene. They've got Darlene!

Hippie Guy 1: Calm.

Geronimo: Bow and arrow. They're armed. But where?

Hippie Guy 1: Horace Greeley said, "Go west, young man."

Geronimo: He did, and how far west? Windsor...

Hippie Gal: Knots!

Geronimo: Water, children, water! Seven to eight knots west of... What? That's the hole. X-17. Think. X-17.

Hippie Guy 1: X could mean "used to be".

Flo Banks: Seventeen! The old pier. Pier 17!

Stash: Geronimo, this is Darlene.

Darlene Banks: Hello.

Geronimo: This is Iris, and various assorted beautiful people.

Geronimo: With all this land, why is there no room for the Apache? Why does the White-Eye want all land?

1st Lt. Charles B. Gatewood: That was a great shot!

Geronimo: Not so great, I aim for his head.

Geronimo: [speaking in Apache] I heard you were wearing the blue coat. I did not believe it. Now I know your heart.

1st Lt. Charles B. Gatewood: 1st. Lieutenant Charles B. Gatewood.

1st Lt. Charles B. Gatewood: [speaking in Apache] It is good to see the great warrior.

Geronimo: [speaking in Apache] You speak pretty good Apache.

2nd Lt. Britton Davis: 2nd Lieutenant Britton Davis, 6th Cavalry.

1st Lt. Charles B. Gatewood: You are now under the protection of the United States Army.

1st Lt. Charles B. Gatewood: That's more of a lynch mob than a posse. But if they serve those warrants, I'll have to give you up.

Geronimo: You have a good long glass, Gatewood. If I scare them off, we trade.

2nd Lt. Britton Davis: [narrating] The federal government had forced over 500 Chiricahua to take up residence within Turkey Creek's narrow borders. Corn was the main crop, but the land was not fertile enough for them to be self-sufficient. The Chiricahua had become dependent upon monthly allotments of government supplies for their well-being

Geronimo: Gatewood. You come to visit me.

1st Lt. Charles B. Gatewood: It makes my heart glad to see Geronimo. How's the life of a farmer?

Geronimo: Some Apaches are good farmer. Others miss the old way. I am not good farmer, Gatewood.

Brig. Gen. George Crook: A lot of white-eyes want to see Geronimo hanged for murder.

Geronimo: Not murder. War. Many bad things happen in war.

Brig. Gen. George Crook: How many white-eye did you kill since you left Turkey Creek?

Geronimo: Maybe fifty. Maybe more. How many Apaches do you kill?

Brig. Gen. George Crook: You killed women and children.

Geronimo: So did you.

Geronimo: No guns, No bullets could ever kill me. That was my power... Now my time is over.

Geronimo: You speak our tongue?

Tom Jeffords: A little.

Geronimo: White men pay many dollars for the scalp of an Apache. You know that.

Tom Jeffords: I know.

Geronimo: Then why did you not take his scalp?

Tom Jeffords: If I kill an Apache, it will not be for scalp or money.

Geronimo: Why not? My people and your people are at war.

Tom Jeffords: It is not my way to fight.

Geronimo: It is the way of all white eyes!

Tom Jeffords: It is not my way!

Nahilzay: You are a woman, maybe!

Tom Jeffords: It is well-known that Apaches do not take scalps either, and they are not women.

Geronimo: Why are you here in our mountains?

Tom Jeffords: I look for gold and silver.

Geronimo: For what?

Tom Jeffords: For 'yellow iron.'

Geronimo: You did not kill. We will not kill this time. But not again!

[Tom Jeffords has just witnessed the torture of Geronimo's prisoners]

Geronimo: Learn it. Learn it well. This is Apache land. You have no right here. Where Cochise lives, no white man can live.

Nahilzay: Take your weapons. Go. Let your face not be seen again.

Geronimo: I trust none of it. Four days ago, we were given our territory on a piece of paper. Today, we cannot go into Mexico. The American general says 'No.' Already our territory is smaller. Where will we get corn, blankets, horses if not by taking them from the Mexican as we always have?

Cochise: The American government will give us cattle. We will raise them and trade them for our needs.

Geronimo: The answer of a woman.

Geronimo: It is not the Apache way to be grandmothers to cattle. Cochise has lost his taste for battle and so he is ready to surrender. He throws away our victories. It is not this false peace that we need, but a new chief!

Cochise: Take your women. Your children. Your horses. Your weapons. Leave our territory.

Geronimo: I leave you my name also. Now I am ashamed to be a Chiricahua. I will take the name Mexican enemies have given me. The whites will learn it. And you will learn it. From now on, I am Geronimo.

Cochise: If Geronimo or his followers come to this territory again, let them com with weapons.

Geronimo: It's about all of the lives, the cultures, the moments, that are buried in the pavement. Lost forever, without a trace like Izzy.

Geronimo: God is white!