Quick Quotes in Quick (1993)
Herschel: I got this far and I realized I didn't have anywhere to go.
Quick: The highway's back there. You could have made it back to civilization.
Herschel: Well, at least I could have made it back to L.A.
Quick: Who would ever believe I'd marry a geek like you?
Herschel: What makes me a geek? Just because I haven't killed anybody since breakfast, that makes me a geek?
Quick: What kind of hostage are you anyway?
Sugar Ray: Quick, you're not a gangster. We're not. We're club owners. We run a dance hall. Calhoune... he's a cold-hearted killer. He'll have your ass killed. Now, the man probably doesn't know about La Rue yet. But in the morning, he's going to want you really dead. So, we got to find a place where we can lay low. Till we can run the scam and split.
Quick: You telling me I should hide?
Sugar Ray: No. I'm telling you you're gonna hide. You don't hide, Quick, they're gonna kill you. I'm not gonna let that happen to you. I didn't come this far with you so you can prove you ain't no punk and die. What are they gonna put on your tombstone? "Here lies a man, 27 years old. He died, but he ain't no punk." Hey man, that's bullshit. OK? You know when you die? When you're 89... got your children and your grandchildren around the bed... that's cool. It ain't cool to die at 27. I'm not gonna let you do that to yourself. I'm not gonna let you do it to me. 'Cause they kill you, they're gonna have to kill me. 'Cause I'm gonna kill them.
Quick: How's Sunshine doing on that pick up man?
Bennie Wilson: Oh, he proposed to her four times already, said he would leave his wife & kids and convert from Catholic to Baptist. Now you know that's some mean pussy to make a man change gods.
Quick: It's not how many you shoot. It's who you shoot.
Sugar Ray: Vera, you know we tally up at 4 o'clock. What is your problem?
Vera: Kiss my ass, Sugar. I've got to watch my girls until the last trick is gone. And I'm not about to ask no customer to roll over so I can punch some goddamn clock. Now, this is your place, but I am in charge of the girls... and you can just kiss my ass.
Sugar Ray: [Sugar Ray makes kisses toward Vera] Oh baby!
Vera: No, stop it,Sugar, stop doing... Don't do that. Stop that!
Quick: So, baby, how'd we do tonight?
Vera: We made about 200.
Quick: 200? Your girls have been back there all night. How'd they only make 200 dollars?
Vera: You kiss my ass, Quick! I don't ever say nothing to you when the crap table and the bar come up short.
Quick: Cause the bar and the crap table never come up short, just the girls.
Sugar Ray: Now, calm down, Vera.
Vera: Kiss my ass, Sugar! I wanna know what it is Quick is trying to say?
Quick: I ain't trying to say shit. You're in charge of the girls, right?
Vera: I am in charge of the girls.
Quick: Are you in charge of the girls?
Vera: I AM in charge of the girls.
Quick: OK, The girls are always coming up short. Alright, let's get this shit out in the open. The girls are always coming up short even when the place is packed the girls come up short. Now, either you or them got a problem with their arithmetic.
Vera: Are you saying I'm stealing?
Bennie Wilson: The man didn't say you was stealing, Vera. Now, come over here and sit down and shut the fuck up!
Vera: You shut the fuck up, Bennie. I would tell you to kiss my ass too, but you probably can't find it you blind motherfucker.
Bennie Wilson: Fuck you, bitch.
Vera: [Vera turning and looking at Quick] Me and you got to step out back.
Sugar Ray: Hey, it was just a misunderstanding.
Vera: [Vera starts taking off her hat] nuh-uh, No it ain't, it ain't no misunderstanding. Quick just accused me of stealing. and if you gonna take up for Quick in here, we can all be some fighting motherfuckers in here this evening. Bring your ass, nigger. Bring it on. Come on. Bring your ass! Come on, get up and come on, motherfucker!
Quick: All right, bitch, you want to fight? We can fight then, you fat motherfucker, l'm tired of your shit!
Vera: Just bring your ass!
Quick: You're gonna be the nine-toed-havingest-limpingest bitch in Harlem if you don't stop fucking with me. Now put the razor away.
Sugar Ray: Damn, I'm sure gonna miss that place. You know we can't ever go back there again.
Quick: Man, there's other cities. Find someplace else to start all over again.
Sugar Ray: But there's no place like Harlem.
Bennie Wilson: You ain't lying, Sugar. Let me look at it one last time.
Quick: So, where you wanna go, Pop?
Sugar Ray: I don't know, Son. But we got a tank full of gas, and a trunk full of money.
Quick: That sounds like a sweet combination.
Sugar Ray: Sweet as sugar.
Quick: Vera, put that razor away!
Quick: I ain't playin' games no more. You put that fuckin' razor away or I'll blow your goddamn pinky toe off!
Vera: Oh! Now you're gonna shoot me in my pinky toe.
Quick: I'm not playing with you. I will blow that little black, gnarled crusty, dead motherfucker the fuck off your foot! Now put the razor away!
Quick: What would a woman that fine want in a big, fat, nasty, greasy, fat, stank, bloated, cheesy-backed, 12-sandwich-eatin' bastard?
Quick: I haven't had my ass whipped in a while. Probably been like 1911.
Sugar Ray: Yeah, that's when the doctor slapped you on the ass
Quick: Yes. That's the last ass-whipping I recall. I'm looking for him.
Quick: [Quick is getting ready to sleep with Dominique and putting his gun under a pillow... he discovers she's done the same under one] Oh, that's cute! I thought I was the only one who slept with a gun under the pillow... look at the little gun!
[kisses her gun]
Quick: Aw, that's so adorable.
[pauses for a moment after realizing that she intends to kill him]
Quick: It's cute.
Sugar Ray: How was your date?
Quick: I killed her.
Sugar Ray: Ah, tore the pussy up, huh!
Quick: No, man, I killed her.
Sugar Ray: What the fuck you talking about
Quick: I shot her,man.
Sugar Ray: Hmm. Was the pussy that bad, man?
Quick: Hey, I have a lot of money on you, Man.
The Champ: W-w-w-well... y-y-y-you's gettin ready to b-b-b-be a rich nigga... you see, cause, c-c-come next week... I'm knockin'... somebody... the fuck out!
Quick: [Quick is at the open door of Tommy's apartment] Tommy... hey man, you asleep? Tommy! Yo... hey... hey... hey... hey...
[sees Tommy dead in his chair, bullet-ridden and with his throat cut]
Quick: Holy shit... somebody fucked you up real bad, man. I think I'm going to leave, cause you probably want to sit there by yourself, alone, and think about who you pissed off. So, I'll let you have your space. Excuse me.
Sugar Ray: You have got to stop over-reacting.
Quick: [shouts] Over-reacting?
Sam: I don't drink.
Quick: You best check your cologne because you smell like you drink.
Browse more character quotes from Quick (1993)