Gunner Quotes in Death Race (2008)

Jensen Ames: So where's the ammo?

Gunner: We get that on race day.

Jensen Ames: Pity.

Coach: Yeah, everyone thinks that... the first time.

Jensen Ames: Thinks what?

Coach: About turning the guns on the guards. About escaping.

Jensen Ames: No, I wasn't thinking that.

Coach: Well I'm glad, because Hennessey's got electric kill switches on all the guns on all the cars. And all the guard towers are fortified, and their guns are bigger than your guns. Oh, did I mention the helicopters and also the fact that we're on an island here a mile from the nearest shoreline? The only way in or out of here is on that one skinny bridge you came in on.

Gunner: [upon seeing RPGs on top of Machine Gun Joe's truck] What the hell are those?

Lists: Model 7 Russian State Armory RPGs - armor piercing, self arming, accurate to a thousand yards.

Gunner: That's what I thought.

Coach: Who's the new guy?

Lists: Jensen Ames.

Gunner: The driver?

Coach: Never heard of him.

Gunner: Oh yeah. I saw him race years ago. He was good. He did some time upstate. Killed his career.

Lists: [reading from notebook] Holder of the fastest laps at Willard, Union, and Butler.

Coach: [seeing prisoners approach Jensen] I hope he's as fast off the track as he is on it.

Coach: Tomorrow morning you'll meet your navigator Case. She'll help you navigate the course, reload your weapons, and help with the running of the car.

Jensen Ames: I'd love to talk to her ahead of time before the race.

Gunner: Yeah, I'd like a big-tittied girl to lick peanut butter off my toes, but it ain't gonna happen. This is still a prison, man. She's a chick. They get bussed in from the women's facility upstate.

Coach: It's all about ratings. Fast cars, pretty women...

Gunner: Machine Gun Joe's the only one that has male navigators, 'cause he's gay.

Lists: A-a-actually it's because he goes through them so fast, and a-a-audience gets squeamish.

Gunner: Yeah he goes through them... through their ass.

Coach: He cuts each kill into his skin as a souvenir, I hear.

Lists: 14K. First generation Chinese-American, tenth generation Triad. His father sent him to business school, and he's the only man in here who holds a degree from MIT. He's killed four men off the track...

Gunner: That we know of.

Lists: ...another seven on it.

Gunner: Man, what is this supposed to be?

Coach: Oatmeal... I think.

Gunner: Man, how do you fuck up oatmeal?

Jensen Ames: [seeing Gunner push a button in the car] What's that?

Gunner: The most important part of the car.

[cigarette lighter pops up and Gunner lights his cigarette]

Lists: Travis Colt. Our local superstar. He used to race for Nascar...

Gunner: Yeah, he was good too.

Lists: ...until he fell asleep behind the wheel of his Mercedes with the help of a bottle of scotch and a handful of ludes. Wiped out the entire patio of Moscala, sent a dozen people to the hospital... and killed three of them.

Coach: Technically, he's the best driver in here but a mean son of a bitch quitter.

Gunner: [referring to Machine Gun Joe] Man, that's one angry homo.

Baron Munchausen: Gentlemen! Don't you think it would be a good idea to silence those enemy cannons?

Gunner: No, sir.

Baron Munchausen: No?

Gunner: It's Wednesday.

Buzz Johnson: Have you seen Stanley?

Gunner: [wearing thick glasses] No I haven't.

Buzz Johnson: Well if you do, tell him to hide out until he sees me.

Gunner: Okay I'll tell him, but I haven't seen Africa yet.

[wistfully]

Gunner: How is it?

Gunner: There's something out there. Something... unnatural.

Vince Hackett: We've got us a timetable, Gunner.

Gunner: Well, call it, Vince.

Vince Hackett: Already have. Billy Roy let loose by sundown. All right get that gun down this hill until it's a quarter mile from town.

Gunner: Down that hill down there? That ain't a hill, Vince, that's a cliff.

Gunner: [clicks his rifle and points it at Jess Wade as he steps out of the tavern] Where are you going? Mr. Go-Straight Wade!

Vince Hackett: Hey, Jess! Now you should've never left me, Jess! We miss you, couldn't you tell?

Jess Wade: [slowly responding] I figured.

Vince Hackett: All right, Billy, see what he's got on him.

Billy Roy Hackett: [looking and walking around Jess, laughing as he speaks] I'd say he's got on him uh... boots... pants... some kind of shirt... some kind of hat! That's what I'd say he's got on him, Vince.

Vince Hackett: [Vince slaps Billy down] Take out his wallet, idiot!

Billy Roy Hackett: [yelling hysterically] WHAT KIND OF BROTHER ARE YOU, IN FRONT OF HIM?

Vince Hackett: [yelling angrily] WELL DO WHAT I TELL YOU!

Jess Wade: [Jess grabs Billy by his shirt's collar as Billy first attempts to frisk Jess] Do you own work Vince. Don't say I need to do it for you.

Vince Hackett: [clicks his gun and points it at Jess] Look! You've been around us long enough to know that when I bad-mouth my brother I don't want to hear an echo. NOW LET HIM GO!