Phillips Quotes in Rising Sun (1993)

Phillips: Must be nice to fuck a lawyer, instead of always being fucked by one.

Phillips: Missile with eyes... fascinating.

Phillips: Isn't this fun

[chuckles]

Phillips: I *can* see you... but you *can't* see me!

Phillips: Wish I can stay and play, but I'm in a bit of a hurry so excuse my bad manners if I... just... kill you... now.

Cord McNally: Do you think you could sneak up on the fella at the gate?

Phillips: I could sneak up on a *coyote* if I've a mind to!

Cord McNally: Did you get that fella at the gate?

Phillips: He's at *another* gate now, lookin' fer *Saint Peter*!

Phillips: Don't you worry Ketcham: You're gonna be the *first* to die!

Cord McNally: Mr. Phillips; you watch Ketchum while we go inside.

Phillips: Sure thing, Colonel. If you hear a loud noise, it'll be Mr. Ketchum dyin'.

[Phillips is irritating everyone by playing a jaw harp]

Cord McNally: Dammit, Mr. Phillips! Don't you know any other songs?

Phillips: I don't know this one. That's why I keep practicin'.

[McNally and the others open bottles of beer]

Phillips: Don't I get a beer?

Cord McNally: Not as long as you're playin' that harp.

Phillips: I'll put it up!

[Phillips throws harp in the trash can]

Phillips: What about Ketchum? He don't get no beer, does he?

Cord McNally: Whitey's *dead*.

Phillips: [delighted] *That's* the best news I heared all *year*! Who killed 'im?

Cord McNally: [referring to Shasta] *She* did!

Phillips: [amazed] Well, I'll be a suck-egg mule-! Legs like *that*, and she can *shoot*, too!

Cord McNally: I'm Cord McNally. Didn't Tuscarora tell you about me?

Phillips: Cord McNally? Yeah, he sure did! And I ain't gonna *repeat* what he said!

Sheriff 'Blue Tom' Hendricks: Don't you worry Mr. Ketcham, we'll get you out.

Phillips: Just try and get him out, just you try!

Ketcham: Don't try anything Tom, don't do anything, he's crazy, he want's to kill me!

Phillips: He's right!

[Fires shotgun in the air, then jabs it into Ketchams back]

Phillips: Got another barrel, get in there!

Phillips: Take a look at this, Ketcham-

[close-up of Phillips' shotgun]

Phillips: -those triggers are *wired back*! So you can see what happens if my *thumbs* slip; And my thumbs *ain't* as strong as they *used* to be!

Cord McNally: Oww, take it easy.

Phillips: Stop your squawking, you ain't hurt.

Cord McNally: Splatter gun is useless.

Phillips: You don't mind if I shoot do you? Makes me feel better.

Stony Brooke: [after being held up] Say, what is this?

Phillips: Your funeral if you're not careful.

[the Sandlot Kids and their arch-rivals come face-to-face]

Phillips: It's easy when you play with rejects and a fat kid, Rodriguez.

Benny: Shut your mouth, Phillips!

Ham Porter: What'd you say, crap face?

Phillips: You shouldn't be allowed to touch a baseball. Except for Rodriguez, you're all an insult to the game.

Ham Porter: Come on! We'll take you on, right here! Right now! Come on!

Sandlot Kids: Yeah!

Phillips: We play on a real diamond, Porter. You ain't good enough to lick the dirt off our cleats.

Ham Porter: Watch it, jerk!

Phillips: Shut up, idiot!

Ham Porter: Moron!

Phillips: Scab eater!

Ham Porter: Butt sniffer!

Phillips: Pus licker!

Ham Porter: Fart smeller!

Bertram: [sniffs] Ahh.

Phillips: You eat dog crap for breakfast, geek!

Ham Porter: You mix your Wheaties with your mama's toe jam!

Sandlot Kids: Yeah!

Phillips: You bob for apples in the toilet! And you like it!

Ham Porter: You play ball like a giiirrrrrrrrl!

[entire group stands in shocked silence]

Phillips: What did you say?

Ham Porter: You heard me.

Phillips: Tomorrow. Noon, at our field. Be there, buffalo-butt breath.

Ham Porter: Count on it, pee-drinking crap-face!

Ham Porter: *play ball!* Hurry up, batter. This better be a short game, I gotta get home for lunch.

[Pitcher pitches and the batter fails to even swing]

Ham Porter: Haha, that's one.

[cuts to new pitch]

Ham Porter: [to the batter] You know, if my dog was as ugly as you. I'd shave his butt and tell him to walk backwards.

[cuts to new pitch]

Ham Porter: Here it comes, it's coming, I tell ya. *Strike three*

[Porter puts the batter off, he swings and misses]

Ham Porter: *You're out!"

[cuts to new pitch]

Ham Porter: Is that your sister out there in left field, naked? She's naked?

Phillips: [swings and misses again] *Shut up Porter!*

Ham Porter: Hey, hey, hey, I'm just trying to have a little friendly conversation, come on.

[two seconds later]

Ham Porter: Think she'll go out with me?

Phillips: We're not gonna have any of this bullshit on my court this morning. You ain't no wiggers, no niggers, no fuckin' crackers. I don't give a shit what you think you is! You a bunch of stray dogs that we got locked up in this dog pound! And you all stink the same. Now mix this shit up!

[first lines]

Phillips: Boy, I'll pick you up about same time tomorrow, little before daybreak.

Boy: Yes, sir, I'll be ready.

Phillips: All right, maybe we'll catch some fish this time and we'll have better luck.

Boy: Yes sir.

Nolan: Look at the size of that footprint! I've never seen anything like it before!

Phillips: I have. Once... in a museum.