Luther Quotes in The Day After Tomorrow (2004)

[Luther, the homeless man, takes shelter in the New York Public Library]

Library Security Guard: That dog can't come in here.

Luther: Come on man, it's pouring out there!

Library Security Guard: I don't care. Read the sign.

[camera pans down to show a sign that says "NO DRINKS, NO FOOD, NO PETS"]

Luther: You're supposed to be a public library!

[cuts to Luther standing on the steps out front, watching people fleeing through the water-filled streets]

J.D.: [Dumps bags of chips and candy onto a table] We're not going to last very long on M&Ms and potato chips.

Luther: What about the garbage cans? There's always something to eat in the garbage!

Luther: Warriors, come out to play-i-ay.

Luther: [clicking beer bottles together] Waaaarrrrrriiiorsss, come out to pla-ay!

Swan: Why'd you do it? Why'd you waste Cyrus?

Luther: No reason. I just... like doing things like that!

Swan: You still looking for us?

Masai: [looks at Luther] We've found what we're looking for.

Luther: [cowering] No. No... It wasn't us. It was them. It was the Warriors.

Masai: You Warriors are good. Real Good.

Swan: The best.

Masai: The rest is ours.

[Swan nods his head in agreement as the Gramercy Riffs let the Warriors pass]

Luther: [as the Gramercy Riffs descend on the Rogues] Nooooooo!

Candy Store Girl: Hey, what about the money you owe?

Luther: [shouts] FOR WHAT?

[Throws the stolen candy bar on the counter]

Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: [Luther just made a phone call and is excited] Well?

Luther: Some two-bit outfit almost got them, but they bopped their way past.

Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: We can meet them at the 96th street station.

Luther: Yeah, platforms probably crawling with cops!

Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Cops are trying to rack up every gang in this town!

Luther: Yeah, you and me included.

Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: How come you're so happy about this?

Luther: I'm having a good time.

Luther: There he is! That's him! That's... the Warrior! He shot Cyrus!

Cleon: Man, you crazy! I din't do nuthin'!

Luther: We saw 'im!

Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Yeah, that's him.

Luther: He's the one! He's the one! The Warriors did it!

[starts charging Cleon]

Luther: The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it!

Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: [at the candy store] We set?

Luther: We're set alright. Somebody should pick their ass up. The Riffs sent out the word. They want 'em alive. We don't.

Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Sooner someone grabs 'em, the better.

Luther: What's the matter? Ya afraid the Warriors are gonna shoot their mouths off before they get wacked?

Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Yeah, right! I'm worried! I just don't want the Riffs down on my head!

Luther: No sweat. They're lookin' for the Warriors, remember? We can do some lookin' too... Oughta make you feel better.

Luther: [pointing a gun to Swan as he demands a final showdown between the two] One on one? You're crazy. You're dead, all of you, and you know it. You're dead.

Luther: [at the garage where Reggie's car has been stored] I'm here to pick up my car.

Garage Attendant: Name?

Luther: Hammond... Reggie Hammond.

Garage Attendant: [looks at the ticket stub] This ticket's three years old!

Luther: Yeah... I've been BUSY!

Jack: Tell me where Ganz is.

Luther: Ganz? I haven't seen him for years.

Jack: Look, asshole, you just took a shot at me. I think you know something.

Luther: Yeah? Well, who gives a FUCK what you think?

Luther: [shouts] What the hell? Cleo, I know you ain't come to work. Ain't been to work and don't call nobody!

Cleo: I'm broke, Luther! Now I know you gonna give me my old job back cos nobody can take shit the way I take shit. Now shut up before I stick that mop up your ass, Luther.

Luther: You better save that for your little girlfriend. Well,

[shouts]

Luther: Get to work, ladies... and gentlemen!

King James: Them country motherfuckers was cryin' about the police, right? They want cops?

[puts police cap on Wickey]

King James: Give 'em cops.

Luther: Hello, Officer Friendly!

Wickey: How are you?

Luther: Drop it, sucker!

Luther: That wasn't very nice, Ramsay!

Luther: I watch, I look, I listen. I'm watching you now.

Ramsay: Right. What's on your mind, Luther

Luther: You're standing by the desk punching buttons on the console, trying to trace this call, which won't do shit! Because I'm calling from a mobile phone. Now you're looking around... Now you're cupping your hand over the receiver!

Ramsay: He's tapped into the closed-circuit TV!

Luther: I came out here to find a life. Now I realize I've been looking in the wrong place. It ain't out here.

[puts hand over heart]

Luther: It's in here.

[The ambush at the waterhole concludes as the Rifs withdraw.]

Luther: It's over!

Mackintosh: No. It's just beginning.

[Mackintosh and Luther are looking out across the desert.]

Luther: One big, empty country.

Mackintosh: Big it is, but I promise you, empty it is not. They're out there. Waiting, watching. Planning on when and how they're going to kill us. We're the intruders, Luther. It's their country. And every man, woman, and child will give up their lives before they give themselves up to us.

Johnny Hooker: Luther! Good God, we're millionaires!

Luther: Jesus! Did you know he was that loaded?

Johnny Hooker: Hell no. I just cut into him. I woulda settled for pawning one of them shoes.

Luther: How much did you lose?

Johnny Hooker: [winces] All of it.

Luther: In one damn night? What are you spraying money around like that for, you could've been nailed.

Johnny Hooker: I checked the place first. There were no dicks in there.

Luther: But you're a con man! And you blew it like a pimp!

Luther: High school is a lot like prison: Bad food, high fences; the sex you want, you ain't gettin', the sex you gettin', you don't want. I've seen terrible things.

Dizzy: Yesterday, an eighty-year-old librarian broke my penis.

Luther: You win.

Luther: You know those moments when a man makes a decision that'll change his entire life and he steps up to become the hero he was meant to be? This ain't one of those moments.

Luther: If you're gonna talk the talk, you gotta walk the walk. Otherwise you'll be lined in chalk.

Luther: Sorry you had to see that. I've been in prison for a long time.

Luther: In high school, popularity ain't no contest. It's a war. And Dizzy Harrison is it's greatest casualty. See, his story is really my story, because behind every so-called hero is a little pissed-off dude that don't get no *credit!*

Luther: You been lookin' at my Janet?

[teaching Dizzy how to fight]

Clem: First thing you wanna do is gouge the dude's eyes out.

Luther: Hey, it's just kids in high school.

Clem: Oh. So you're gonna want to fight dirty.

Luther: If you're going to talk the talk, you have to walk the walk, or else you'll get outlined in chalk.

Luther: Yes indeedy feed the needy

Kaffee: [at Luther's magazine stand] How's it going, Luther?

Luther: Another day, another dollar, captain.

Kaffee: You gotta play them as they lay.

Luther: What goes around comes around.

Kaffee: Can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Luther: At least I got my health.

Kaffee: [hands him money before leaving] Well, then you got everything... See you tomorrow, Luther.

Luther: Not if I see you first.

Luther: He and his bunch are the worst cutthroats in this territory, and you got him Mr. Duggans! Now you can collect the bounty on him.

Willie Duggans: Bounty?

Luther: Seddon had a $250 price on his head.

Willie Duggans: $250? Not bad! But, ah, how do they grade men out here? Who fixes the price?

Luther: It depends on how much in demand their heads are, I reckon. The more you're wanted by the law, the higher the prices. It's like buying meat at the market, really. Except in here, it's the worst that gets the best price.