Sheriff Hague Quotes in Grindhouse (2007)

Sheriff Hague: Where the hell are you going?

Wray: I'm going to get Cherry.

Sheriff Hague: Fine, but we're taking my car.

[his car explodes]

Sheriff Hague: [looking back at Wray] I'm riding with you.

Sheriff Hague: Don't shoot yourself. Don't shoot each other. And especially... don't shoot me.

Sheriff Hague: Give him the gun. Give him all the guns.

J.T.: Alright, but you gotta take this recipe to the grave.

Sheriff Hague: I think I can god damn guarantee that.

Sheriff Hague: Try not to shoot yourselves. Don't shoot each other. But especially... don't shoot me.

Sheriff Hague: Give him the gun. Give him all the guns.

Sheriff Hague: Where the hell are you going?

El Wray: I'm going to get Cherry.

Sheriff Hague: Fine, but we're taking my car.

[his car explodes]

Sheriff Hague: [looking back at Wray] I'm riding with you.

El Wray: I need someone to drive my truck.

Sheriff Hague: I'll do it.

El Wray: You're bleeding like a stuck pig. Your vision is probably blurred, and you're on your last leg...

Sheriff Hague: [sarcastic] Anything else?

El Wray: Don't wreck it.

Sheriff Hague: Now you've got a gal in your wrecked truck with a missing leg? A missing leg that's now missing?

[repeated line]

Sheriff Hague: [to Deputy Tolo] Dumbass!

Sheriff Hague: I was thinking, we could build a new place right there where the old one was. You cook, I work the back.

J.T. Hague: You don't make that rent so God-Damn high.

Sheriff Hague: We share the recipe, we share the rent.

J.T. Hague: Start at 250 degrees.

Sheriff Hague: [Pulls a note pad and pen out] I knew it. For how long?

J.T. Hague: 12 pounds?

Sheriff Hague: Sure.

J.T. Hague: 12 pounds, 12 hours.

Sheriff Hague: Wrapped in tin foil, right?

J.T. Hague: I don't use no goddamn foil.

Sheriff Hague: Damn. Tomatoes? Fresh?

J.T. Hague: Canned.

Sheriff Hague: No Shit?

J.T. Hague: Yeah.

Sheriff Hague: You score me some?

J.T. Hague: Oh Yeah, cause we're brothers.

Sheriff Hague: Thank you for this.

J.T. Hague: You just remember, you got to take this recipe to your grave.

Sheriff Hague: I think I can... goddamn guarantee that.

[Dies]

J.T. Hague: Heh heh heh heh heh heh!

[Blows up the quarantine chamber]

Sheriff Hague: You cook that meat at 250 degrees don't you?

J.T. Hague: I don't remember. I set the heat with my hands.

Sheriff Hague: You give me that recipe or I'll raise your rent higher than a Georgia pine.

J.T. Hague: Brother, ain't no Texan's ever gonna give you his BBQ recipe, that's a fact! He'll take it to his grave! I could be bleedin' like a stuck pig and I ain't gonna tell ya! I could be dyin' in your arms and I ain't gonna tell ya!

[hangs up phone]

J.T. Hague: Heh heh heh!

Sheriff Hague: [to himself] We'll see about that.

[Wray and Deputy Tolo drag a wounded and bleeding from the neck Sheriff Hague from the outside]

Sheriff Hague: I figured that one of my new deputies might end up shooting me... but not you, Tolo!