Slick Quotes in Silverado (1985)

Slick: Calvin Stanhope. But my mother used to call me "Slick."

Stella: From what I've seen, Paden doesn't seem to care about money.

Cobb: Ha! Paden doesn't seem to care about anything, except he does. You just can never tell what it's going to be. Howdy, Mr. Slick.

Slick: Sheriff.

Cobb: Let me tell you about your friend Paden. A long time ago, me, Paden, Tyree, and a couple of other fellas did a lot of riding together. On business, and business was pretty good. We moved around a lot, the way you have to in that line of work. Somewhere along the way, we picked up this dog. One of us took to feeding it, so it followed us everywhere. Well, one day we're leaving this little Missouri town, in kind of a hurry with a bunch of the locals hot on our tail. Somehow this dog got tied up with Tyree's horse. Tyree went flyin'.

[laughs]

Cobb: Well, Tyree was pretty mad when he got up, and, being Tyree, he shot the dog. Didn't kill him, though. The next thing you know, Paden's down off his horse, and he's holdin' this dog, sayin' we should go on without him. I thought he was kidding, except he wasn't. Tyree was ready to plug 'em both - all this with the posse ridin' down on us.

[Paden has entered]

Cobb: I thought we were pals after all that riding we did together. All of a sudden he's worried about some mutt. Well, we did like he asked. We left him, and he went to jail for a dog. You want to hear the funny part? Paden didn't even like that damn dog.

Paden: It evened out in the end. They locked me up; the dog sprung me.

[Cobb laughs]

Stella: Where's the dog now?

Paden: He left me.

Cobb: C'mon, Paden... I'll buy you a drink.

Slick: Excuse me, Sheriff, I'm a gambler who'd like to run an honest game in your town. To whom do I speak about that?

[notices the dead man lying in the dirt]

Slick: I hope it's not this gentleman.

Slick: I'm gonna wash this blood off... with your blood.

Hobo: Put the knife away, kid, or I'll use it to cut welfare checks from your rotten skin.

Slick: Well, you better cut one to Mother Theresa so you can give it to her while she's finger-banging you in Hell!

Slick: Please! Please! Don't shoot my dick off, okay? I'm young. I got too much fuckin' left to do. Please!

Slick: Do you fuckin' see me? Do you fuckin' hear me? Do you fuckin' FEEL me?

Slick: Jake Trevor, what's going on champ?

Jake Trevor: Hey Slick, it's been a while my man.

Slick: You mean, since you left the Rebels? Damn right it's been a long while.

Jake Trevor: Yeah, I see your still here huh?

Slick: Got a little hardware store over on Grant,but I'm doing ok, lot of shit's changed in this town.

Jake Trevor: Yeah, Shit change's Slick. But I wanna know what's happening out on the street man.

Slick: Well if you remember back in the day, we were a gang- a protection gang you remember that?

Jake Trevor: Yeah

Slick: Well, those day's are gone.now it's all about drive by shootings and all that kinda shit.it ain't about rock's and bottle's anymore, it's about automatic weapon's.

Jake Trevor: Yeah, I can understand all that my man, but I want to know what you know about Kenny's death.

Slick: I don't shoot rumor's man.

Jake Trevor: Hey Slick, I said I wanted to know what you heard man.

Slick: Alright you wanna know?

Jake Trevor: Yeah.

Slick: My boy saw Kenny hustlin one of the Rebel's over a basketball game.

Jake Trevor: Your boy saw what?

Slick: You wanted to know so I just told you.

Jake Trevor: What did he get em' for?

Slick: $300 buck's.

Jake Trevor: Your telling me that my boy got killed for $300 bill's man, is that what your telling me man?

Slick: No,no no, what I'm trying to tell you is they didn't kill him over the money,they killed him because he was hustling them, it ain't about breaking finger's anymore.

Jake Trevor: Who's running the show?

Slick: Just like the old day's it was you and John, only now it's Spyro and Damien, nothing goe's down in this town they don't know about.

Jake Trevor: Alright, then I'll take care of this.

Slick: Wait, wait, wait a minute. I'm glad to see you and John back in the hood I don't know what you guy's are up too but I'm willing to bet my last dollar that they're are gonna be some change's in this town, I just want to be apart of it.

[Shake's Jake's hand]

Slick: .

Slick: I wanna shoot someone y'kno and this feels like just the gun to do it with.

[a few blacks cross the road on bicycles]

Slick: What the fuck, man? What the fuck? These fuckin' spooks just came out of nowhere!

Calogero 'C' Anello: Why don't you just leave em alone?

Slick: What the fuck is it with you and these niggers lately?

Calogero 'C' Anello: They ain't bothering nobody.

Slick: They're FUCKIN' bothering me!

Calogero 'C' Anello: They ain't bothering me.

Joe Gurney: [after receiving care for a gunshot wound] Well, can I take it or can I take it?

Dr. Carole Nelson: You can take it. Some people aren't sensitive to pain, especially moronic types.

Joe Gurney: Hey, did you hear that, Slick? I'm a moronic type.

Slick: Yeah? Hey, what's that?

Joe Gurney: I don't know. Some type of medical name, ain't it doc?

[Slick talking about Neon]

Slick: I'm not going to bullshit you Pete. He ain't no brain surgeon all right. He took the SAT recently and scored a 520 out of a possible 1600.

Pete Bell: 520? You get 400 for just spelling your name correctly.

Slick: That's it, he messed up on his name.

Jude: Who are you?

Slick: Seymour Crane! But, they uh, they call me Slick.

Jude: Why don't we do it on the Bluff?

Slick: On the Bluff?

Jude: Come on, it'll be fantastic!

Slick: I don't know... I think I need another joint.

Jude: I think so, too.

[giddy]

Jude: Follow me!