Punk Quotes in The Terminator (1984)

Punk Leader: [the Terminator arrives naked and encounters some punks, standing next to a telescope] Nice night for a walk, eh?

The Terminator: Nice night for a walk.

Punk: Wash day tomorrow? Nothing clean, right?

The Terminator: Nothing clean. Right.

Punk Leader: Hey, I think this guy's a couple cans short of a six-pack.

The Terminator: Your clothes... give them to me, now.

Punk Leader: [pulls out a knife] Fuck you, asshole!

Punk: [sees the Terminator who's completely naked, standing next to a telescope] Hey! What's wrong with this picture?

Jack Reacher: What I mean is, the cheapest woman tends to be the one you pay for.

Sandy: [stands up, angrily] I am *not* a hooker!

Jack Reacher: Well, a hooker would get the joke.

Jeb: [enters with his four buddies] What's this?

Sandy: He called me a whore.

Jeb: Is that true?

Jack Reacher: Well, nobody said whore. She inferred hooker, but I meant slut.

Punk: Hey. That's our sister.

Jack Reacher: Is she a good kisser?

Jeb: Hey. Outside.

Jack Reacher: Pay your check first.

Jeb: I'll pay later.

Jack Reacher: You won't be able to.

Jeb: You think?

Jack Reacher: All the time. You should try it.

Jeb: It's a great joke, but I'm gonna beat your ass. Do you want to do that here or outside?

Jack Reacher: Outside.

[gets up]

Jeb: Stay here, Sandy.

Sandy: I don't mind the sight of blood.

Jack Reacher: [walks by Sandy] When it means you're not pregnant, anyway.

Jack Reacher: Got a car?

Punk: It's outside.

Jack Reacher: Keys.

Punk: My hand, man. They're in my pock... Okay, okay.

[gives a key to Jack]

Jack Reacher: Now look at your friends. Now look at my face. Do you *ever* want to see me again?

Punk: No way.

Jack Reacher: Am I stealing your car?

Punk: Use it as long as you like.

Jack Reacher: You're very kind.

Freb: Hey, man, that was as easy as pie!

Donny: I'm a veteran, son.

[a carjacker jams a gun through the window]

Punk: [shouting] Get outta the car, bitch, or I'm gonna blow your brains out!

Donny: You gotta be shittin' me...

Punk: Do I have shoot you, dammn it?

[Donny takes his gun and knocks him out]

Freb: Damn!

Donny: [gets out of the car and kicks the punk] You lazy, half-ass bully! Any asshole can pull a gun on somebody! You don't know the first thing about stealing a car! Boy! You need a role model!

Punk: [about Mick breaking into Rico's mansion/fortress] What are ya chances?

Mick: Fair.

Punk: What are your chances of getting out of here with that jacket on?

Mick: [throws his knife across the room into the punk's mohawk] Better than average.

Mick: What did you do last night?

Punk: We didn't do nothing. We was here all night.

Mick: That's what you call cool, is it? Well, tomorrow, if someone asks you the same question, you can say: "We didn't do nothing." Or you can say: "We went out to Long Island to help this lunatic storm a fortress!" At the very least you can come watch me get my head blown off.

Punk: I don't think you can take us all, badass.

[Nico shoots the punk dead]

Nico Toscani: No, but I'll get an A for effort.

Nico Toscani: Who sent you?

Punk: Jimmy Costansas.

Nico Toscani: If I find out you're lying, I'll come back and kill you in your own kitchen.

Punk: I'm gonna cut your fucking heart out!

Mason Storm: Yeah? Well, come and cut my heart out, okay? Come and cut my heart out!

[Navin's first gas station customers: three Hispanic men pull up in a low-rider, flexing their shocks]

Navin R. Johnson: I can fix those shocks.

Punk #1: No, no. We just want some gas, muchacho.

Navin R. Johnson: OK, but its Sunday, so we gotta have a credit card.

Punk #1: Hey Jerry, we got a credit card in there?

[Punks nervously search for a credit card in stolen purses they previously snatched]

Punk: Mastercharge too?

Navin R. Johnson: Ya, that's fine. We take Mastercharge... Wanna fill-up, uh, Mrs. Nussbaum?

Punk: Oh, I'm MR. Nussbaum.

Punk #1: Ya, that's his wife's card.

Navin R. Johnson: Wife's card, huh?

Punk #1: Ya, I'll vouch for him.

Navin R. Johnson: OK! As long as we have a voucher!

[Tony and Joe T. run into a punk walking the street]

Tony Olives: Watch where you're going, you freak!

Punk: Fuck you, Guido.

Tony Olives: ...what did you say to me?

Punk: FUCK YOU GUIDO!

Tony Olives: Alright, you're drunk, so I'm going to give you one more chance. Who's your favorite baseball team?

Punk: Boston Red Sox!

[They attack him]

Punk: [aiming a gun at Mr. Peters] I want your money, sucka!

Mr. Peters: Mamma mia!