Rig Quotes in Nothing to Lose (1997)

Rig: [a slow violin song plays on the radio] Charlie, this shit is depressing the shit out of me. It's making me sad.

Charlie: What? Oh come on, man, this shit is the shit. This is the shit. It's supposed to make you sad.

Rig: It's grim.

Charlie: Oh come on, man, this is THE SHIT. This shit IS the shit. This is the hellified LOVE music.

Rig: I'm in bad shape over here.

Charlie: You know, maybe I could you in to a nice AM station, get you some Donny Osmond. Ha ha ha.

Nick Beam: I'm sure you're a really scary guy. I'm sure that, normally, people just quiver at the very sound of your voice. But, you see, I, I cant see that right now. I... I... I just see a weak, desperate little man... that probably grew up torturing little animals. Some puny, little uncoordinated... cant-make-the-football-team- so-I'll-pick-on-third-graders-and-steal-their-lunch-money... punk, jerk-off bully... that one day wakes up and realizes he's nothing. Just a sad, pathetic, useless, illiterate piece of inbred shit.

Rig: [holding a shotgun under Nicks chin] Time to die.

Nick Beam: That just makes you my best friend.

Rig: Nick, I like you like this. You and your prom date both having weapons. That way I don't have to kill an unarmed couple. Not my style.

Rig: I bet you sold more girl scout cookies than any other member of the whole troop, didn't you? What were you calling yourself back then? Yelanda? You little bitch! Cynthia? Susan? What was it, I can't remember.

Rig: Hey, Kareem, do you know that Charlie and I had originally intended to come up here and cap your punk ass. And your girlfriend, Nick, but shit, you two muffins did such a nice job with this financing, who could think about killing at a time like this?

T. Paul: Thanks, your approval means a lot!

Rig: You know when a sweet mouth girl like you has a fancy case like this a man gets to thinkin' ; where's a wallet? I'm gonna need that wallet, Alice. Where's that big fat wallet? Give it to me. Give me your fucking wallet you little bitch.

Rig: Nick, are you aware that there are only two kinds of people on the whole planet? There are killers and then there's everybody else. I'm the killer, Nick, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, what are you, Nick?

Nick Beam: I'm married!

[Fires his rifle at Rig, hitting his hand]

T. Paul: Ha ha, who's in control now? Hand over the bag or else my man Nick Beam here is gonna put one in your ass. Ain't that right Nick?

T. Paul: [Grabs Rig's gun and points it at him] Alright, drop the fucking gun. Drop the fucking gun!

[Charlie drops his gun; T. Paul takes Rig's rifle]

T. Paul: Give me this motherfucker. Now back the fuck up before I kick you in your bitch-ass chin. Back the fuck up! Didn't I say back the fuck up? Everybody back the fuck...

[Accidentally fires the gun; the bullet grazes Nick]

T. Paul: Oh shit.

Nick Beam: You shot me.

T. Paul: I'm sorry, Nick.

Rig: Put down the gun.

T. Paul: Shut up.

Nick Beam: You shot me!

T. Paul: I said I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to. The gun just went off. You know I have that same trouble in bed. Well, rarely. Every once in a gray while.

Rig: Put down that gun, you idiot.

Nick Beam: Will you shut up? I'm shot here.

Rig: You shut the fuck up. Who the hell do you think you are?

Nick Beam: You shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.

Charlie: YOU shut the fuck up!

[They begin arguing]

T. Paul: Hey! Hey!

Charlie: Pu that fucking gun down before you take a fucking toe hit!

Nick Beam: Shut the fuck up.

[They begin arguing even further]

T. Paul: Hey! Hey! HEY! Everybody shut the fuck up! Every... Body shut the fuck up!

[to Rig]

T. Paul: Especially you, shut the fuck up. You like girl scout cookies? Come here, come here, you want a cookie? Here's a cookie.

[Does a pivitol gesture towards him]

T. Paul: Now back the fuck up like I done told you two dumbass mother...

[Lunges forward and blows out the tires on Charlie and Rig's car]

T. Paul: Get in the car, Nick. Look at you now. Bye, cowboys! Ha ha ha.

[Drives off]

Rig: Hey Charlie, smell this.

[Holds out a wad of bills]

Charlie: [sniffs] Oh yes, you too can be a millionaire.

Rig: Hookers!