Slade Quotes in Tarzan's Greatest Adventure (1959)

Kruger: Tarzan. You talk aways of this Ape Man. We are four. What have we to be afraid of?

Slade: Listen, Kruger, no one's afraid. But don't delude yourself that we're four to one. Tarzan won't come in the front door, you know. He'll just wait down there and pick us off one by one if we're fools enough to give him the chance. Now I'm telling you, all of you, don't help him by destroying yourselves.

Toni: What about Tarzan?

Slade: If he's alive, he'll come to me.

[last lines]

Slade: Come on up, Ape Man. Let's see you.

Slade: [while torturing Blaine Striker] Let's see how tough you really are.

[Aladeen is censuring an employee for stealing]

Slade: Who the fuck are you? Osama Bin Laden's best friend?

General Aladeen: No, he is NOT my best friend! Although he has been staying in my guest bedroom ever since they shot his double last year. Now the guy won't leave! I now know why this guy is the most hated man in the world. You just have to go to the bathroom after him. You go to the bathroom after Osama, you will realize the true meaning of terrorism.

Slade: Haven't you enough men at your feet already?

Slade: You wouldn't think that anyone could hate a thing and love it too.

Kitty Langley: You can't love and hate at the same time.

Slade: You can! And it's a problem then...

Slade: It's such lovely women as you who drag men down!

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.

Slade: How the hell did you know I didn't have the king or the ace?

Lancey Howard: I recollect a young man putting the same question to Eddie the Dude. "Son," Eddie told him, "all you paid was the looking price. Lessons are extra."

[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!

Cincinnati Kid: You call that an argument?

Slade: No, that's a fact. The argument's leaning over there against the door jamb.

[Referring to his muscleman]

Lily Bonner: It's at night that interesting things happen. What kind of work do you do at night, Mr. Slade?

Slade: I doubt if you'd be interested.

Lily Bonner: Do you just work?

Slade: Sometimes I walk close by the river. The river is like liquid night flowing peacefully out to infinity.

Lily Bonner: Is there anything I can do?

Slade: We must each live with ourselves.

Slade: Yes, I will tell you. My mother was an actress. She was one of the most angelically beautiful women who ever lived, exquisitely graceful, talented, and captivating. I loved her deeply... deeply. She had the face of heaven and the wretched heart of Jezebel. For every aspect of beauty she possessed, she contained a double portion of evil. I hated her!

Lily Bonner: But I thought you said you loved her?

Slade: I can love the beauty and hate the evil. Didn't you know that, Miss Bonner?

Slade: [In desperation] I need you Lily! Only you can save me!

Slade: [Referring to the death masks of killers in the black museum] You treat them like trophies... like a stuffed elk head mounted over the fireplace.

Insp. Paul Warwick: Yes, a little, but these were more dangerous than an elk. Man unfortunately is the most dangerous of all beasts.

Slade: Man is not beast.

Insp. Paul Warwick: Murderers are beasts.

Mayor: And if they traced it back to the company

Slade: You'd be out of a job, for one thing.

Leslie: He left no address?

Slade: None!

Leslie: Didn't he say when he was coming back?

Slade: Yes... never!

Leslie: Well, what about his work?

Slade: Chuck it! And he had a case of a lifetime coming on next week.

Leslie: What's that?

Slade: The Strangeways divorce. Four correspondents.

Slade: [musing poetically] I'm going home.

[quoting poetry]

Slade: 'Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, ease after war, death after life does greatly please.'

Joseph Rearden: [laconically] I don't know about you, Slade; I'm not ready for death. The rest I'll drink to.