Jack Rafferty Quotes in Sin City (2005)

[Dwight is driving to The Pits]

Jack Rafferty: ...sccaught you ssmokinggthere, bud.

Dwight: You shut the hell up, Jackie-Boy. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up.

Jack Rafferty: ...Hntells you somethin 'bout your sstate a' mind don't it?... Ss'got you hearin things'got yer nerves shot. S'got you ssmoking... You know it's truuuuuuue nobody ever really quitsss... Smoker's a smoker when the chips're downn and your chips're down, pretty much

Dwight: I'm fine, you shut the hell up.

Jack Rafferty: Will ya look at thaat! Oooooh, those hookers let ya dowwnn hehehehe... What're you gonna do when ya run outta gas? Call Triple A? You ssucker for the babes, you... You ain't even gonna make itt to The Pitss.

Dwight: You shut the hell up... I'll make it.

Jack Rafferty: Not unless you keep your eyess on the road, sshugar-pie...

Jack Rafferty: [shouts] Watch it!

[Dwight swerves to miss an oncoming car. Jackie-Boy falls onto Dwight's arm, leaning on him]

Jack Rafferty: Ahh this is grrreatt, s'just like being in a buddy movie. Heheheheh...

Jack Rafferty: Shut Up!

[flings Jackie-Boy off of him]

Jack Rafferty: Hehehe

[cop on a motorcycle follows them]

Jack Rafferty: Oh, you're screwed. It's over.

[lights cigarette]

Jack Rafferty: You're flushed.

Dwight: This time I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up. Sure he's an asshole... Sure he's dead... Sure I'm just imagining that he's talking. None of that stops the bastard from being absolutely right. I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop. Not in this heap. The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not. Tough call. For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy. Working stiff with a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids. My hand moves all on its own, sliding on of my guns to my lap and thumbing back the hammer. I don't know what to do...

Jack Rafferty: You better stopp, you're making him mad.

Dwight: ...Whatever you say...

[slams on the brakes, smashing Jackie-Boy's head into the dashboard]

[while holding a razor to Jackie Boy's face]

Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.

Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake.

Dwight: You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush.

[Shoves Jack's head into the toilet]

Jack Rafferty: Come on in the car, baby.

Becky: I'm sorry. I do the day shift and it's been a long day. Besides, I don't do group jobs.

Jack Rafferty: Come on in and we can just have a nice talk.

Becky: I don't do talk jobs either.

Jack Rafferty: You want to see it? You wanna see what I got?

Becky: I've seen all shapes, all sizes.

Jack Rafferty: [pulls gun] You seen this one? Get in the car.

Jack Rafferty: You're gonna love this, baby.

Shellie: If you're gonna slug me, just go ahead and get it over with, you sick bastard.

Jack Rafferty: There you go, lying about me again in front of my friends. I have never hit a woman in my life.

[Jackie-Boy hits Shellie in the face]

Dwight: It's your apartment. But be careful, Shellie, this clown's got big, mean drunk-on and he's got four friends out there in the hall, breathing hard and just as drunk as he is.

Jack Rafferty: Hey, I could swear I heard somebody in there with you, just now. You got somebody with you, baby? You be honest with me. You owe me that much.

Shellie: Somebody? Jackie Boy, it's a regular African love-fest in here. I got me all five starters and half the bench of the Basin City Blues keeping me company. You feel like taking them on?

Jack Rafferty: You're teasing me, baby. I'm no racist.

Jack Rafferty: [with his hand cut, and one of Miho's shuriken in his butt, while crawling to pick up his hand] This isn't funny... don't anybody laugh.

[from trailer]

Jack Rafferty: Come on get in the car baby, we'll just talk it'd be nice.

[pulls gun]

Jack Rafferty: Baby doll, I've had me one helluva bad day. I've been beaten up every time I turn around.

Jack Rafferty: [to his men after Dwight threatened Jackie Boy with death if he doesn't leave Shellie's apartment and take his cronies with him] No questions, dammit. No questions. Now!