Shooter Quotes in Dead Men Can't Dance (1997)

Shooter: Dead men can't dance.

Shooter: There are no loyalties, only targets.

[first lines]

Dealer in Car: Yo fellas, what's up?

Driver: Same old same old.

Dealer in Car: I got meatballs, I got ready rocks, I got gumballs. Shit, I even got gas starter kits.

Shooter: Jumbos, two-twentys.

Dealer in Car: Two-twentys'll be 40.

Shooter: [flashing bills] You break this?

Dealer in Car: I ain't no cash machine.

Shooter: I have brought the nine of you here for a reason. Your survival depends on you figuring out what that reason is. I will leave you alone for your discussions but I will return every ten minutes and kill one of you until you've figured it out or until you are all dead. You have ten minutes.

Slade: Six stacks, is that right, Shooter?

Shooter: Six.

Slade: Well, we've been playing 30 hours... uh, that rate, six thousand, that makes roughly, uh, $200 an hour. Thank you for the entertainment, gentlemen. I am particularly grateful to Lancey, here; it's been a rewarding experience to watch a great artist at work. Thank you for the privilege, sir.

Lancey Howard: Well now, you're quite welcome, son. It's a pleasure to meet someone who understands that to the true gambler, money is never an end in itself, it's simply a tool, as a language is to thought. Good evening, uh... Mr. Slade.

Slade: Good evening, Mr. Howard.

Shooter: Well, Lancey, are we all set for Monday night?

Lancey Howard: Uh-huh.

Shooter: I can get Lady Fingers to come.

Lancey Howard: Lady Fingers? I haven't seen that old bitch - oh, it must be at least ten years;long enough to think of her almost fondly.

[Shooter's wife Melba is altering a jigsaw puzzle piece with a nail file]

Shooter: Melba, why do you do that?

Melba: So it'll fit, stupid.

Shooter: No, I'm not talking about that. What I'm asking is... do you, uh, have to cheat at everything?

Melba: At everything?

Shooter: Yes. At... solitaire. I've yet to see you play one game of solitaire without cheating.

Melba: So what?

Shooter: Look, you're just cheating yourself, don't you understand? You'll be the loser, no one else but yourself!... You've ruined the puzzle, now, that doesn't go in there.

[She forces the altered piece into place]

Melba: Does now.

[Slade blackmails Shooter into cheating on his dealing so the Kid will beat Howard]

Shooter: Hey, why are you doing this? It can't be for money.

Slade: Yes, for my kind of money, gut money. I wanta to see that smug old bastard gutted. Gutted!

Shooter: Like he gutted you.

Slade: Yes, that's right, that's right!