Reg Quotes in Death Wish V: The Face of Death (1994)

[Olivia's factory at night, Reg is putting some pamphlets away when Tommy O'Shea, joined by Sal and Chuck Paconi arrive]

Tommy O'Shea: Reggie...

[Reg turns around, but before he can do anything, Sal and Chuck grab hold of him]

Tommy O'Shea: Little Reggie been telling tales and talking out of school, now who little Reggie been talking to?

Reg: I ain't said nothing to nobody but you, you piece of white-trash!

Tommy O'Shea: I had no idea you were so prejudice.

[Reg spits on Tommy's shoes]

Tommy O'Shea: I usually got a shine with that.

Tommy O'Shea: [to Sal and Chuck] Do what you want with him.

[O'Shea begins walking towards the exit]

Sal Paconi: Reggie, there you go saying stupid things again.

Chuck Paconi: Hey Sal.

Sal Paconi: You know Reggie, you're looking a little rumpled, whaddya say we straighten you out?

[Reg begins thrashing uncontrollably as Sal and Chuck drag him over to a shirt presser, all while the following is said]

Reg: No! No!

Sal Paconi: You don't want to go downtown looking like... not a good thing Reggie, not a good thing, now improve your appearance.

Reg: No! No! No! NO!

[Sal and Chuck close the shirt presser on Reg's left hand, steam rises up as Reg shouts in pain]

Chuck Paconi: Man, that's gotta hurt!

[Sal and Chuck raise the shirt presser]

Sal Paconi: Reg, Reg, Reg, look we know you've been talking to somebody. Why don't you just tell us? Tell us who you've been talking to.

Reg: I didn't say nothing to nobody!

Sal Paconi: He didn't say 'nothing to nobody.'

Chuck Paconi: Let's make it match his hand.

Reg: No! Nooo! NOOO!

[Sal and Chuck close the shirt presser, this time on Reg's right hand, more steam rises as Reg yells in pain, after a few seconds, they lift the shirt presser up again]

Sal Paconi: I bet that smarts, eh? Reg? *Reg?*

[Chuck grabs Reg's hat and throws it on the floor]

Sal Paconi: Why did you do it, *and don't lie to me!*

Reg: I said nothing to nobody!

Sal Paconi: [slapping Reg's forehead] You lie! Let's straighten his hair.

Reg: No! No! NOOOO!

Sal Paconi: Come on! Come on!

[Sal and Chuck force Reg's head underneath the shirt presser]

Sal Paconi: Straighten his hair, eh?

[Sal and Chuck close the shirt presser on Reg's head; Reg continues to yell in pain]

Sal Paconi: Yeah, that's better.

[Sal and Chuck raise the shirt presser, Reg falls to the floor]

Sal Paconi: Well Reg, now you're all straightened out, say good night!

[Sal kicks Reg twice in the back, Reg grunts in pain, then Sal turns to Chuck]

Sal Paconi: Chickie, we'll meet you and Reg down in the car.

[Sal leaves as Chuck walks over to Reg]

Chuck Paconi: Get up, get up!

[Reg weakly rises and looks at Chuck, who takes a Colt King Cobra from his pocket and points it at Reg's head. Reg struggles some more as he tries to get a better look. Chuck cocks the gun, and Reg continues struggling for a better look, all while groaning]

Chuck Paconi: Good night, Reg.

[Chuck fires the gun]

[Tommy O'Shea has just finished administering Al his weight loss, Reg runs over to Tommy]

Reg: This is bullshit!

Tommy O'Shea: What's that? What's that man?

Reg: It's bullshit! So are you!

Tommy O'Shea: Hey man! What makes you the head nigger and you talk to me like that?

Reg: Fuck you, you son of a...

Chuck Paconi: Heeyyy!

[Sal and Chuck grab Reg, Sal takes out a knife]

Sal Paconi: Reg, that was really stupid. You've got a big mouth, now apologize to the man.

Reg: I ain't saying shit!

Tommy O'Shea: Ah now, Reggie. You know damn well if you don't say shit, you lose ninety percent of your vocabulary.

[Reg defiantly spites on O'Shea shoes, O'Shea gives him a surprised look]

Sal Paconi: You people just never learn, do you?

[Sal slashes Reg's cheek with the knife]

Reg: Jody, what the hell are you doing here? You're dead.

Jody: So what else is new?

Bartender: He's been struck by lightning... how many times has it been now, Reg?

Reg: S-s-s-s-s-s-s-six...

Chet: Six times?

Reg: S-s-s-six-six-six-six-six-six-sixty-sixty-six times. In-n-n-n-n-n-n-In-n-n-n-n-n-n-In-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n the head!

Chet: Sixty six times? God, that's gotta hurt.

Brian: Excuse me. Are you the Judean People's Front?

Reg: Fuck off! 'Judean People's Front'. We're the People's Front of Judea! 'Judean People's Front'.

Francis: Wankers.

Stan: It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.

Reg: But you can't have babies.

Stan: Don't you oppress me.

Reg: Where's the fetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?

Reg: All right, but apart from the sanitation, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

Attendee: Brought peace?

Reg: Oh, peace - shut up!

Reg: There is not one of us who would not gladly suffer death to rid this country of the Romans once and for all.

Dissenter: Uh, well, one.

Reg: Oh, yeah, yeah, there's one. But otherwise, we're solid.

Judith: [on Stan's desire to be a mother] Here! I've got an idea: Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a womb - which is nobody's fault, not even the Romans' - but that he can have the *right* to have babies.

Francis: Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother... sister, sorry.

Reg: What's the *point*?

Francis: What?

Reg: What's the point of fighting for his right to have babies, when he can't have babies?

Francis: It is symbolic of our struggle against oppression.

Reg: It's symbolic of his struggle against reality.

Reg: [arriving at Brian's crucifixion] Hello, Sibling Brian.

Brian: Thank God you've come, Reg.

Reg: Well, I think I should point out first, Brian, in all fairness, we are not, in fact, the rescue committee. However, I have been asked to read the following prepare statement on behalf of the movement. "We the People's Front of Judea, brackets, officials, end brackets, do hereby convey our sincere fraternal and sisterly greetings to you, Brian, on this, the occasion of your martyrdom. "

Brian: What?

Reg: "Your death will stand as a landmark in the continuing struggle to liberate the parent land from the hands of the Roman imperialist aggressors, excluding those concerned with drainage, medicine, roads, housing, education, viniculture and any other Romans contributing to the welfare of Jews of both sexes and hermaphrodites. Signed, on behalf of the P. F. J. , etc. " And I'd just like to add, on a personal note, my own admiration, for what you're doing for us, Brian, on what must be, after all, for you a very difficult time.

Reg: If you want to join the People's Front of Judea, you have to really hate the Romans.

Brian: I do!

Reg: Oh yeah, how much?

Brian: A lot!

Reg: Right, you're in.

Reg: From now on you shall be called Brian that is called Brian.

Reg: What Jesus fails to appreciate is that it's the meek who are the problem.

Francis: We're gettin' in through the underground heating system here, up through into the main audience chamber here, and Pilate's wife's bedroom is here. Having grabbed his wife, we inform Pilate that she is in our custody and forthwith issue our demands. Any questions?

Commando Xerxes: What exactly are the demands?

Reg: We're giving Pilate two days to dismantle the entire apparatus of the Roman Imperialist State, and if he doesn't agree immediately, we execute her.

Reg: One total catastrophe like this is just the beginning!

Francis: Why are you always on about women, Stan?

Stan: I want to be one.

Reg: What?

Stan: I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'.

Reg: What?

Stan: It's my right as a man.

Judith: Well, why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?

Stan: I want to have babies.

Reg: You want to have babies?

Stan: It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.

Reg: But... you can't have babies!

Stan: Don't you oppress me!

Reg: I'm not oppressing you, Stan! You haven't got a womb! Where's the foetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?

Stan: [starts to cry]

Reg: It don't seem fair. Look at my mom: six of us in two rooms. It's all right if you're rich, but if you can't feed them, you can't love them, can you?