Putnam Quotes in Every Which Way But Loose (1978)

Putnam: [Philo accidentally bumps into Putnam, seated at his table after getting the goodbye note from Lynn at The Palamino] Hey, why don't you watch what the hell you're doing?

Philo Beddoe: Why don't you shut your face, boy?

Putnam: [standing up] Oh, what have we got here? A real live, macho cowboy.

[Philo turns to leave... Putnam grabs his arm]

Putnam: Don't turn your back on me!

[Philo punches him in the face and triggers a free-for-all brawl]

Philo Beddoe: [punching Putnam] Somebody call the cops!

Bartender: They ARE the cops!

Philo Beddoe: [drops Putnam] Shit.

[leaves]

[Later in the day, Herb is digging a hole in the sand while Putnam rests and drinks a beer]

Putnam: Herb?

Herb: Yeah?

Putnam: What are we gonna do with that son-of-a-bitch?

Herb: Who?

Putnam: You know damn well what I'm talking about. That cowboy at the Palomino Club.

Herb: I don't know what you can do about it. What can we do, man?

Putnam: You mean to stand and tell me you'll let him get away with it?

Herb: Well, Putnam, you got anything in mind?

Putnam: What I got in mind is to break his stupid head.

[Herb is exhausted from digging]

Herb: Whew! Hey, listen, you sure that thing works?

Putnam: Sure it works. Just keep digging.

Herb: Besides, you don't even know where to find him.

Putnam: Don't worry. I'll find him. I've got a plan.

Herb: What's that?

Putnam: I'll use my medical leave.

Herb: [laughs] You mean to say that you're gonna spend your two weeks medical leave looking for him?

Putnam: I'll spend the next two years looking for him if I have to.

[LAPD Officers Herb & Putnam are at Santa Monica Beach with a metal detector]

Putnam: This machine is very sensitive.

Herb: What you think you can find out here?

Putnam: You never know what you're gonna find out here. Just listen. It picks up all kinds of metal: Swiss watches, expensive foreign cameras, silver dollars. Gold, man!

Herb: Gold?

Putnam: Yeah.

[Putnam & Herb arrive at Ma's house; Putnam knocks on the screen door]

Ma Boggs: Who is it?

Putnam: Police.

Ma Boggs: I'm coming. I'm coming, goddamn it! What do you want with an old lady?

Putnam: Ma'am, we're looking for Philo Beddoe. Our records say he lives at this here address.

Ma Boggs: Well, your records are wrong. He lives at that address in the back. What do you want him for?

Putnam: Just lookin' for him, ma'am.

Ma Boggs: Well, he don't live there anymore. He's gone off. Took that son-of-a-bitch Clyde with him.

Putnam: Clyde?

Ma Boggs: His ape!

Herb: His ape?

Ma Boggs: You heard me. What you making me repeat myself for?

Herb: Do you know where he's gone?

Ma Boggs: Oh, who gives a damn? Stealing all my Oreos, crapping all over the place. 12 ribs, my ass.

Herb: Uh, thank you very much. Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

Putnam: Good night, ma'am.

Ma Boggs: Yeah, I'm sorry too. S-see, leave an old lady alone, fending for herself, no protection. You just don't see...

Putnam: All right, I'm looking for a couple of kids. This one's a mental case, have you seen them?

Pinball Teen: Does he dress like you?

Putnam: No.

Pinball Teen: Then he can't be too much of a case, all right?

Sam: [after bumping his truck into Putnam's car] Sorry about that!

Putnam: WOODS! You maniac! I'm gonna sue! Ya hear me? I'm gonna SUE your ass when this is over!

Sam: You make money off of little kids, you miserable jerk! YA OUGHTA BE SHOT!

Putnam: All right! All right! This is no need to get crazy. It's very hot. This is a professional matter.

Sam: Yeah!

Putnam: I want all of your driver's license numbers! Every one of ya! I want your driver's license numbers!

Spankey: So you touched her breast, huh?

Putnam: Oh, my God! All right! All right! Let's not lose our tempers. It's very hot...

[silenced by a punch from Spankey]

Putnam: [talking on the phone about Haley] I touched her breast. She doesn't have any breasts!