Gill Quotes in McBain (1991)

[after the team has killed a bunch of drug dealers]

Papo: What da fuck do ya want?

McBain: Money.

Papo: Money? Shit man, take da money! You guys sure killed a lot of people for a little money.

Gill: People? Who gives a fuck about people like that? Or people like you for that matter.

Papo: Oh, I get it. Dealers of death. Who cares about people that sells drugs to eight-year-olds? Hey man, you expect them to work at Burger King making 3.75 an hour? I pay them 200 dollars *a day*! Y'know, they just tryin' to make a livin'! Do I look like the kinda guy who could get a job at one of those glass towers? And as far as dealing drugs to any eight-year-olds, do you see any eight-year-olds down dere? All I see is a bunch of assholes from New Jersey!

Gordy McGraw: [Gordy strokes little Marley's hair] You cryin'?... You know, you become a liability, I'll kill ya myself.

Gill: [Gil is visibly nervous] Don't worry, Gordy, she'll be fine.

Gordy McGraw: [Gordy looks up at Gil] I'm not talkin' to her, I'm talkin' to you.

[post-credits scene]

Fluke, Rudder: [Gerald attempts to get on the rock until he is once again scared away] Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!

[Fluke and Rudder go back to sleep as we hear The Tank Gang]

Bubbles: Come on!

Bloat: Roll, roll. That's it, hurry. That's it. Just Roll.

Peach: Hey guys, wait up!

Gill: Come on, Peach!

Peach: I'm right behind ya!

Gill: You can do it!

[the Tank Gang appears swimming in their algae-covered bags as well as Jacques in his clean bag]

Gill: Just a little farther. That's it.

Gurgle: I am truly going to vomit!

[the Tank Gang finally stop swimming and sigh with relief]

Jacques: Voila!

[Gill, Bloat, Peach, Gurgle, Bubbles, and Deb wipe off the algae in their bags]

Gill: ll right, gang, good work.

[cheering with Bloat laughing in joy]

Deb (& Flo): Oh, look Flo. We made it!

Gill: We won't have anymore problems from here on out!

[the Tank Gang start to cheer until they are "rescued" by the Marine Life Institute]

Marine Life Institute Female Rescuer: [as she places The Tank Gang in the cooler] No respect for ocean life.

[closes the cooler]

Bloat: Now what?

[the raft drives off]

Bloat: [Fluke and Rudder go back to sleep as Gerald manages to sneak up on the rock behind them and chuckles to end the movie]

[last lines]

[the fish have managed to roll into the ocean in their plastic bags]

Bloat: Yay! We did it!

Gill: Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Deb: Phew!

[pause]

Bloat: Now what?

Gill: [Catches Nemo staring at his broken fin] My first escape. Landed on dentist tools. I was aiming for the toilet.

Nemo: The toilet?

Gill: All drains lead to the ocean, kid.

Nemo: Wow. How may times have you tried to get out?

Gill: Ah, I lost count.

Gill: From this moment on, you shall now be known as Sharkbait.

Bloat, Gurgle, Bubbles: Sharkbait! Hoo ha ha!

Gill: Welcome, Brother Sharkbait!

Bloat, Gurgle, Bubbles: Sharkbait! Hoo ha ha!

Gill: Enough with the Sharkbait.

Gurgle: Sharkbait! Hoo... bop pa doo.

Gill: All drains lead to the ocean.

Gill: You see that filter?

Nemo: Yeah.

Gill: You're the only one small enough to get in and out of that thing. All you have to do swim inside, jam a pebble in the fan, and swim out. Once you do that, this tank is going to get filthier and filthier, and the dentist will have no choice but to clean the tank himself. He'll put us in individual baggies, then we roll out the window, down to the ground, across the street, and into the ocean. It's foolproof!

Gill: To the top of Mount Wanna-hock-a-loogie!

Nemo: I'm sorry I couldn't stop the...

Gill: No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I was so ready to get out, so ready to taste that ocean, I was willing to put you in harm's way to get there. Nothing should be worth that.

[Nemo is stuck in the filter intake. The others are about to help him out when... ]

Gill: Nobody touch him! Nobody touch him.

Nemo: Can you help me?

Gill: No. You got yourself in there, you can get yourself out.

Deb: Ah, Gil...

Gill: I just want to see him do it, Okay? Keep calm. Alternate wriggling your fins and your tail.

Nemo: I can't. I have a bad fin.

Gill: Never stopped me.

[Turns to show Nemo his broken fin]

Gill: Just think about what you have to do.

[Nemo wriggles out of the filter]

Gill: Perfect.

Gill: All right, gang, we have less than 48 hours before Darla gets here. This tank will get plenty dirty in that time, but we have to help it along any way we can. Jacques.

Jacques: Oui.

Gill: No cleaning.

Jacques: I shall resist.

Gill: Everybody else, be as gross as possible. Think dirty thoughts. We're gonna make this tank so filthy the dentist will HAVE to clean it.

[Bloat belches]

Gill: Good work.

Gill: Fish aren't meant to be in a box, kid. It does things to them.

Gill: Who's with me?

Bloat: I.

Deb: I.

Bubbles: I.

Gurgle: I think you're nuts.

Gill: Look at that. Would you look at that? Filthy. Absolutely filthy. And it's all thanks to you, kid. You made it possible. Jacques! I told you not to clean!

Jacques: I am ashamed.

Nemo: How many times have you tried to escape?

Gill: Eh, I lost count. Fish weren't meant to be in a box, kid. It does things to ya.

Bubbles: [treasure box opens, and bubble rise out just as Gill says last line] Bubbles, the bubbles, bubbles!

Lazarus: Where the fuck all these people come from? I have been drinking in this shithole all my life, I ain't never seen this many people in here at once.

Bojo: Shithole? Kiss my ass, Laz.

Lazarus: Back at you, Mutherfucker.

Gill: [Hands Laz a flask after tricking him into showing up at the club to play]

Lazarus: That's right, preacher, get me drunk so I don't stick my foot up your ass.

Gill: I thought you had some shorts on earlier.

Rae: I got others.

Rae: Hey.

Gill: What'chu want?

Rae: It's not like I can't go out and have fun with my friends.

Gill: You think I'm Ronnie's spy or somethin'? Come tomorrow that dumb-ass gonna be halfway round the world tryin' to keep his head on his shoulders. You think he's gonna be thinkin' about you?

Rae: You go to hell.

[she walks away]

Gill: Thought you had on a skirt earlier.

Rae: [about to pass out] I got others.