Hamilton Quotes in Live and Let Die (1973)

Hamilton: Whose funeral is this?

New Orleans Assassin: Yours.

[stabs Hamilton]

Hamilton: Russia, what a fucking mess! God, I miss the cold war.

Hamilton: Trust me. I kow.

Hamilton: Trust me, I know!

Lightning McQueen: [to Cruz after practicing racing a lap] Hey, what was my speed?

Cruz Ramirez: I don't know. I can only track you on the treadmill.

Lightning McQueen: No treadmills!

Cruz Ramirez: Oh, what about Hamilton?

Hamilton: [beeps to life] Hamilton here.

Lightning McQueen: Who's Hamilton?

Cruz Ramirez: My electronic personal assistant. You know, like on your phone. You have a phone, don't you?

Lightning McQueen: Race cars don't have phones, Cruz.

Cruz Ramirez: [to Hamilton] Hamilton, track Mr. McQueen's speed and report it.

Hamilton: Tracking...

Cruz Ramirez: [to McQueen] I'll stay as close as I can. Your suit will transmit your speeds to Hamilton.

Lightning McQueen: Fine, whatever. Let's do this.

Hamilton: I'm afraid that Brown and I haven't brought you much luck. But rough waters bring smooth sailing. Eventually they do.

Solomon Northup: So... so sorry...

Hamilton: Shhh. We won't hear it. We won't.

Brown: Let him sleep.

Hamilton: Hmm. A good night's sleep. And tomorrow... tomorrow you will feel as well and refreshed as though the earth were new again.

Brown: Hamilton! Nothing more we can do for him.

Hamilton: Such is the pity.

Brown: Circus too constricting a word to describe the talented and merry band with which we travel. It is a spectacle unlike most have ever witnessed. Creatures from the darkest Africa as yet unseen by civilized man. Acrobats from the Orient able to contort themselves in the most confounding manners.

Hamilton: And I myself in aide of Mr. Brown; an internationally renowned practitioner in the art of prestidigitation.

Hamilton: You got to forget about that bitch. She's a fucking whore. She sucked more dick than my brother Victor and you saw that faggot come in here once with a cum worm on his beard. He didn't even know it was there. How you don't know someone jizzed in your face?

McKenzie Pryce: Caprice, mission accomplished?

Caprice Winters: Uh, not yet.

[to the other protestors]

Caprice Winters: Ok, y'all made your point. I made mine. Now we all have a choice. You can stay out here, bored out of your minds and freezing your asses off with this crazy bitch, or you can come inside and dance your asses off with this crazy bitch. I mean, do you really want to go to Heaven if it's filled with nothing but psychos like her?

[all the other protestors apart from McKenzie and Hamilton go into the prom]

Caprice Winters: That's what I thought. Le'go.

McKenzie Pryce: [calling after everyone] Suit yourselves! Run towards damnation! I'll see you all in Hell! I mean, I won't see you 'cause I won't be there, but there's probably, like, a window or something where people in Heaven can look down to people in Hell! And I'll see you through that Hell... window... thing!

Hamilton: That sucks, man. How about an H.J.?

Hamilton: Well, hey, there, Tan Tan. You know, I used to think you were a little fag. I didn't realize you were actually a full-fledged homo!

Hamilton: We're history, which means you don't tell me what to do anymore.

Fawcett Brooks: History - now, that's an appropriate word, because that's what you sex life is gonna be if you don't leave him alone. After all, I know things - tiny, little, pinky-sized details. Touch him again and you won't be able to get as much as a half-ass handjob from some flag-twirling color guard skank.

Hamilton: [about his date] You know I never would have guessed it.

Cassandra Reilly: Guessed what?

Hamilton: That she was a transexual

[Cassandra chokes on her drink]

Hamilton: Not that I'm judgemental mind you, people are all different - I'm bisexual for instance.

[She chokes again]

Hamilton: Oh I'm sorry, being Irish you must not be used to talking about bisexuals, let alone transvestities.

Manny Yates: Nice ring.

Hamilton: It's stuck.

Manny Yates: [as Hamilton prepares to light a cigarette] Don't.

Hamilton: It's my car.

Manny Yates: It's my air.

Hamilton: I do know that kid stirs up trouble for breakfast without being awake.

Hamilton: I'm selling tickets to the Annual Policemen's Drag Ball. Ya interested?

Manny Yates: Living in a world of too many choices and too little inspiration, I feel like I grasp onto a fresh idea and gobble it down like I'm starving before it has a chance to come to fruition.

Hamilton: I'm hungry, too. Let's go get a sandwich or something, huh? Hm? Come on, Chippy.

Hamilton: You talk a lot when you're not on tranquilizers.