Jackson Schultz Quotes in Mahogany Sunrise (2014)

John Morrison: You know, one could argue all the great works of music, literature and all art for that matter. They all were about or inspired by one thing... the booty.

Jackson Schultz: You don't have a girlfriend.

John Morrison: No, I do not. But then again I'm not the artsy-fartsy one needing inspiration, you are. So, slow-hand, what sort of music do you like anyway?

Jackson Schultz: I mean you name it really. I like ah... old school Jazz, Punk, College Radio stuff.

John Morrison: Let me ask you question. You think old freewheelin' Bob Dylan was sitting around smoking big fat doobies and listening to Reggae when he was writing "Blowin' in the Wind"? No sir he was not.

Jackson Schultz: Look, there's nothing wrong with having diverse musical influences. I mean, uh, what about Van Halen was a classically trained pianist.

John Morrison: Nah he never dicked around with that shit.

Jackson Schultz: Eddie Van Halen. Dude, the classics were his foundation before he ever banged out "Eruption" on his Frakenstrat.

Mercedes Salinas: So, tell me all about your pretty boy face. What's you name?

Jackson Schultz: Jackson. What's your name?

Mercedes Salinas: Mercedes.

Jackson Schultz: [waitress comes over] Can I buy you a drink?

Mercedes Salinas: [takes charge] I'll have a Mexican margarita, Sally.

[She moves closer to Jackson]

Mercedes Salinas: So, where are you from?

John Morrison: [interjects] We're from Austin.

Jackson Schultz: Yeah we're here doing some work at the community college.

Mercedes Salinas: Cruising for college girls?

Jackson Schultz: [smiles] Not exactly. We're updating their VOIP suite.

Mercedes Salinas: [quizzically] IP suite?

Jackson Schultz: You can go ahead and forget that. It's geek speak, I'm sorry.

Lester Freemont: [Lester and Morelli sit in the empty chairs at their table] So. Who do we have here?

John Morrison: [snaps his fingers] You guys are the managers.

[turns to Jackson]

John Morrison: Told you this was a classy place.

[to Lester and Morelli]

John Morrison: Guys the talent in this establishment is on par with some of the finest reviews I've been privileged to see across these 48 states. The service splendid.

[picking up his glass of Jack and Coke]

John Morrison: The drinks are a little weak. Now this was supposed to be a

[gestures with his hand a large amount for Jack and a small amount for coke]

John Morrison: Jack and Coke.

Jackson Schultz: [sensing Lester and Morrelli's frustration] John.

John Morrison: [to Jackson] No they need to hear this.

[turns to Lester]

John Morrison: A little weak my man. Take care of that for me.

[Lester takes the glass and sets it down barely holding back his anger]

Vincent Morelli: This is ridiculous!

Lester Freemont: [points his finger at Morelli to silence him. He turns to look directly at Jackson] Somebody stole something from us. We're trying to get it back.

John Morrison: [still clueless] Guys I may have taken an extra breathe mint from the bath room when the attendant turned his head. And I may have forgotten to tip, but that's...

John Morrison: [throwing sprinkles from his donut at Jackson] What are we going to do? We don't have a car anymore. And we were supposed

[reaching over to grab Jackson's wrist to show the time on his watch]

John Morrison: to be on site two hours ago.

Jackson Schultz: Look we'll call Ray and explain everything. Okay?

John Morrison: [incredulous] Oh, oh, we'll explain. We'll explain. Well there you go, what is it that we are going to explain? The fact that we're being chased by two guys that want to kill us. The fact that that we all the sudden have hundreds of thousands of dollars. The fact that the car is probably somewhere in a Tijuana chop shop by now. We are

[bangs his fist on the table]

John Morrison: screwed!

Jackson Schultz: [seeing Mercedes being strong armed by Chato] Let her go.

Mercedes Salinas: Stay out of this.

Chato: Who's this chapete? Get the fuck out of here gringo.

Juan: [noticing that Jackson is carrying a guitar case] You gonna play us some music white boy?

Mota: Hey, you a long way from home Malibu

[laughs]

Jackson Schultz: [looks at Chato] I said let her go.

Mercedes Salinas: [Mercedes eyes scan the sheets of fashion sketches as she shuffles through them] I always wanted to be a fashion designer. I would drive my mother and my family crazy with my "fashion shows".

Jackson Schultz: Why not fashion then?

Mercedes Salinas: I'm just a girl from this small town. Who's gonna want to wear my stuff?

Jackson Schultz: How do you know if you never try?

Mercedes Salinas: [She smiles. Then comes over and sits beside Jackson on the bed. She looks over at her guitar leaning against the wall] You see that guitar right there. My father gave it to me. About the only thing he left me.

[She looks to Jackson]

Mercedes Salinas: Play me something.

Jackson Schultz: [nervously looking behind him to see if he was followed, he runs up to a car salesman] Hi, I need a car fast.

Used Car Salesman - Jaime: Jefe, you've come to the right place.

Jackson Schultz: Awesome.

[looks over at the Corvette in front of him]

Jackson Schultz: I'll take this one.

Used Car Salesman - Jaime: You don't want this car. This car has no balls.

Jackson Schultz: [walking the lot looking at other cars. He spies another Corvette] How about this one?

Used Car Salesman - Jaime: No senor, that's a mangina.

[coming upon the car he wants to sell. He points to it]

Used Car Salesman - Jaime: This one. Best on the lot.

Jackson Schultz: [in disbelief after looking over the car. He scans the rest of the lot. Then looks at the salesman] This is the best on the lot?

Used Car Salesman - Jaime: Si senor.

Jackson Schultz: Are you fucking with me?

Used Car Salesman - Jaime: Not at all. Do not judge the book by it's rusty cover.

Jackson Schultz: [looking inside, then checking out the exterior] How much?

Used Car Salesman - Jaime: Five grand.

Jackson Schultz: Five grand? How do you sleep at night?

Used Car Salesman - Jaime: Next to my wife of course.

Jackson Schultz: [gun drawn pointed at Chato, surprising his men] Drop it. Tell them to drop their guns right now goddammit!

Chato: [laughs] Armando. Carnales. Baje las armas. It's cool.

[Chato's men draw down their guns. He turns to face Jackson]

Chato: Sabes que gringo? You've got a lot of fucking juevos showing up here, ese.