Horace Pinker Quotes in Shocker (1989)

Executioner: [Pinker's execution] Does the prisoner have any final words?

Horace Pinker: Yeah, as a matter of fact I do:

[narrows his eyes at Jonathan]

Horace Pinker: Your pitiful memories wiped it all out, didn't it? I was beatin' you real good when your mama tried to stop me with the gun.

Lt. Don Parker: [angrily] YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU FUCK!

Executioner: [calms him down] The prisoner has a right so speak.

Horace Pinker: [grinning evily] That's right. I was beatin' you real good when your mama tried to stop me with the gun that she brought into our happy home. You must've remembered it boy. Don't you remember the way she screamed? And how clever you were picking up that gun and shootin' me right through the fuckin' knee, you little peckerhead! Oh, such a big gun, just blastin' at your dear old dad with murder in your eyes. Like father, like son, huh?

[Pinker chuckles evilly as Jonathan is shocked to hear all of this and then narrows his eyes at the Executioner]

Horace Pinker: Well what are you waiting for, dickhead? You wanna fry me, then get it over with you bunch of fuckin' insects!

Executioner: [to one of the security guards] Well, you heard the man.

Jonathan Parker: [after freezing Pinker with a remote control in the t.v world] It's Showtime!

Horace Pinker: Hey! What the hell are you doing?

Jonathan Parker: [smiles cockily] You bought into t.v., Pinker. So now you're bound by it's rules.

Horace Pinker: [singing] Time is on my side.

Horace Pinker: Come on, boy, let's take a ride in my Volts Wagon.

Horace Pinker: Awww, you're breakin' my fuckin' heart!

Horace Pinker: Ahh, my kind of town!

Reporter: Holy shit! It's him, Horace Pinker! What are you staring at? Get the camera on him!

Horace Pinker: Special bulletin, huh? I'll give you a show.

Horace Pinker: [after biting a guard's fingers] Finger lickin' good!

[laughs]

Horace Pinker: Come to look death in the face, huh schoolboy?

TV Newscaster: [Jonathan and Pinker are fighting through several channels of televison] Well we still have no word from our reporter at the home of Lt. Parker. However, incredibly, we have begun to receive unconfirmed reports of unexplained "appearances" of Jonathan Parker and a man who looks very much like executed mass murderer Horace Pinker, fighting at least what appears to be...

Horace Pinker: [during a boxing match, to boxer] Kick his ass!

TV Newscaster: ...programming of several local stations during the last several minutes. However...

Horace Pinker: [Jonathan is suddenly thrown onto the news desk by Pinker and runs away. Pinker looks at the camera] And that's the way it is.

[chases after Jonathan]

TV Newscaster: [shocked] Did you get that?

Horace Pinker: Come on! Give it to me!

Evil Mouth: You got it, baby.

[Pinker is zapped with electricity]

Horace Pinker: That was clever of you grabbing that gun and shooting me right through the fuckin' knee, you little peckerhead!

Horace Pinker: I eat this wimp's will power for breakfast, John-bo.

Horace Pinker: [after being captured by the cops, Pinker taunts Jonathan] Oh by the way... she died real hard, ya know? Your girlfriend?

Jonathan Parker: [Pinker chuckles with glee and Jonathan tries to pounce on him as Lt. Parker restrains him] I'LL SEE YOU DEAD, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Horace Pinker: So you like killin' too, huh squirt? It's in the blood... you and me, we're killers.

Jonathan Parker: YOU'LL DIE, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'LL SEE YOU DIE... YOU FUCKER!

Horace Pinker: [taunting] Oh, ho, ho, ho! You're breakin' my fuckin' heart!

Horace Pinker: You like killing too, huh? There's nothing about it. We're killers.

Guard Sergeant: [Pinker looks apparently dead] Fucker alive?

Priest #1: I don't know!

Horace Pinker: [Pinker suddenly recovers] Well I'm fine boys, just fine.

[laughs]

Horace Pinker: Let's get on with the killing.

Horace Pinker: This BarcaLounger's gonna kick your ass, boy!

Horace Pinker: [Pinker is still trapped inside the television] You bastard! Come back in here! Come back in here, you shit! Don't ever turn the TV on, boy! I'll be there! I'll be there waitin' for ya! I'll look over your shoulder, you little bastard! Come back in here! Come back!

[Jonathan grabs a remote and turns off the TV]