Sol Quotes in Doomsday (2008)

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Sol Quotes:

  • Sol: [yelling to mob] This is our city! Whoever they send here, we're gonna catch them, we're gonna cook them, and we're gonna eat them!

  • Sol: The hounds are hungry! It's feeding time at the fucking zoo!

  • Sol: We have a rare treat in store for you tonight!

    [crowd cheers]

    Sol: Medium... fucking... rare!

    [crowd cheers even louder]

  • Sol: [to his followers] This is our city!

  • Sol: [after hitting Sinclair] I'm so sorry. I got a bit carried away.

  • Sol: [to Sinclair] I could eat you right up!

  • Sol: The wind of change is blowing a hurricane! Give 'em hell!

  • Hansen: Cowards, all of you. Come on. Whoever wins, Sol does his laundry for the semester.

    Sol: Does that seem unfair to anybody?

    Bender: No, not at all.

  • Bender: Go With God!

    Sol: Come back a man!

    Bender: Fortune favors the brave!

  • Bender: What did the doctor say?

    Sol: Is he sick?

    Alicia: I don't know. I want to see what John's been working on.

    Sol: Alicia, you know you can't go in his office.

    Bender: You know it's classified, Alicia.

    [Alicia keeps going]

    Bender: Stop!

    [as Bender tries to stop her, she turns around and slaps him]

  • Sol: Alicia, John's always been a little... weird.

  • Brick Top: You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.

    Sol: Would someone mind telling me, who are you?

    Brick Top: And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".

    Vinny: Well, thank you for that. That's a great weight off me mind. Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course?

  • Sol: He's a natural, ain't you Tyrone?

    Tyrone: 'course I am...

    [reverses into parked van]

    Vinny: A natural fucking idiot.

  • Vinny: Did he have four fingers?

    Sol: I'm sorry, I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time.

  • Vinny: What the fuck do you mean, replicas?

    Sol: They look the shit, don't they? And nobody is gonna argue. And I've got some extra loud blanks, just in case.

    Vinny: In... Oh, in case we have to deafen them to death?

  • Sol: I'm not in here to make a fucking bet.

    Female Bookie: 'Preciated, but all... bets... are... off. If all bets are off, then there can't be any money can't there?

    Sol: I'm not fucking buying that.

    Female Bookie: Well that's handy, 'cause I ain't fucking selling it. It's a fact.

  • Sol: You ain't from this planet are you, Vincent? Who is gonna mug two black fellas, holding pistols, sat in a car that is worth less than your shirt?

  • Sol: What the fuck is that?

    Vinny: Heh heh. This is a shotgun, Sol.

    Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.

    Vinny: Well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I?

    Sol: You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.

  • [while robbing the bookies]

    Sol: Are you all right there Vincent?

    Vinny: I would be if you stopped using my name.

  • Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [after shooting Frankie] Drop the gun, fat boy.

    [Tyrone does]

    Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [re: Frankie] You fucking idiots! He could not know my name. Give me the stone.

    Vinny: [pointing] It's in the case.

    Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: What?

    [takes out his earplugs]

    Vinny: It's in the case!

    Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: You put the stone in the case? Then open the case and give me the stone.

    Sol: The only man who knew the combination... you just shot.

    Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [mutters] Yob tvoyu mat...

    [Russian, "fuck your mother"]

  • Vinny: [Vinny brings a dog into the shop while Sol is examining a diamond for Bad Bay Lincoln] Bad Boy. Sol.

    Bad Boy Lincoln: Easy.

    Sol: No, it's a moissanite.

    Bad Boy Lincoln: A what-in-ite?

    Sol: A moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. It's Mickey Mouse, mate. Spurious. Not genuine. And it's worth... fuck-all.

    [he hands back the stone]

    Vinny: Bad Boy, I keep tellin' ya, stick to being a gangster. Leave this game to me and Sol.

    Bad Boy Lincoln: Laters.

    [he walks out]

    Sol: What is that, Vince?

    Vinny: This is a dog, Sol.

    Sol: You are NOT bringing that thing in here.

    Vinny: What's your problem? It's only a fucking dog.

    Sol: Where did you get it?

    Vinny: The gyppos. Here.

    [he tosses Sol a bag]

    Vinny: They threw it in with a load of moody gold. You know gyppos, Sol. They're always throwing dogs in with deals.

    Sol: Well, it better not be dangerous.

    [Vinny takes the dog off its leash]

    Sol: What do you think you're doing now?

    Vinny: Well, I want him to get used to the shop, don't I?

    [Boris opens the door and walks in; the dog runs out and Vinny takes off after it]

    Vinny: Oi! Oi, stop the dog! Come back here!

    Sol: All right, Boris? Don't worry about the dog.

    Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: I'm not.

    Sol: What can I do for you, Boris?

    Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: I have a job for you.

    Sol: I already have a job.

    Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Fifty grand for half day's work.

    Sol: Go on.

    Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: I want you to hold up a bookies.

  • Sol: You are a bad-boy yardie, and bad-boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies.

    Bad Boy Lincoln: I create the bodies. I don't erase the bodies.

  • [standing over Franky's body]

    Bad Boy Lincoln: What has he got a tea cozy on his head for?

    Sol: [sarcastic] To keep his head warm.

    Bad Boy Lincoln: Well, what's the matter with him?

    Vinny: He's been shot in the face, Lincoln. I would've thought that was obvious.

  • Vinny: Now I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give us *exactly* what we want, there will be fucking murder.

    Bullet Tooth Tony: [to Tyrone] What's your name?

    Sol: Shoot him.

    Bullet Tooth Tony: Ooh.

  • Sol: Oh, is that him?

    Vinny: I don't know, how many fingers did he have?

    Sol: I'm sorry I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time.

    Vinny: Look, well let's not stand in no ceremony mate, let's start the show.

  • Rev. Fred Sultan: Who was the last person to beat the champ?

    Sol: His mother!

  • Marvin Shabazz: I'll shove my dick so far up your ass, I'll impale your tonsils.

    Sol: That's a lovely picture.

    Marvin Shabazz: Shut up!

    Sol: Okay.

  • Sol: I can't make caviar out of fish eggs!

  • Sol: There was a world, once, you punk.

    Det. Thorn: Yes, so you keep telling me.

    Sol: I was there. I can prove it.

    Det. Thorn: I know, I know. When you were young, people were better.

    Sol: Aw, nuts. People were always rotten. But the world 'was' beautiful.

  • Det. Thorn: I know, Sol, you've told me a hundred times before. People were better, the world was better...

    Sol: Ah, people were always lousy... But there was a world, once.

    [Thorn chuckles]

    Sol: I was there, I can prove it! When I was a kid, you could buy meat anywhere! Eggs they had, real butter! Not this... crap!

  • Sol: [Thorn is seeing the beautiful images shown in Sol's euthanasia chamber] Can you see it?

    Det. Thorn: [choked up] Yes...

    Sol: Isn't it beautiful?

    Det. Thorn: Oh, yes...

    Sol: I told you.

    Det. Thorn: [humbly] How could I know? How could I... how could I ever imagine...?

  • Sol: [seeing the steak that Thorn has brought home, breaking down in tears] How did we come to this?

  • Sol: Why, in my day, you could buy meat anywhere! Eggs they had, real butter! Fresh lettuce in the stores.

    Det. Thorn: I know, Sol, you told me before.

  • Sol: [after reading the Soylent report] Good God!

    Exchange Leader: What God, Mr. Roth? Where will we find him?

    Sol: Perhaps at home...

    [with resignation]

    Sol: Yes, at home.

  • Sol: [through the audio system] I've lived too long.

    Det. Thorn: No.

    Sol: I love you, Thorn.

    Det. Thorn: [tearfully] I love you, Sol.

  • Sol: I don't know why I bother!

    Det. Thorn: Because it's your job. Besides, you love me.

  • Det. Thorn: I'm getting pretty sick of you.

    Sol: Yes, but you love me.

  • B. Rabbit: Hey Sol, do you ever wonder at what point you just got to say fuck it man? Like when you gotta stop living up here, and start living down here?

    Sol: It's 7.30 in the morning dawg.

  • DJ Iz: That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm telling you record labels supply niggas with the kind of benefits they need.

    Sol: Dawg, we sign us a deal you can take the motherfucking benefits. We're talking Bentley's and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield.

    Future: Look to tell you all niggas the truth, I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hit 31 and a 3rd on the box you know what I'm saying? One of them strong songs on JLB.

    DJ Iz: No, what we need to do is save that shit up and put it into some savings bonds every week, stack it and build our own studio.

    Future: Savings Bonds?

    Sol: [to DJ] Let me ask you a question, Dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and fat rides, not no goddamn savings bonds.

    Jimmy Smith Jr: Man, that's all we ever do is talk shit!

    Jimmy Smith Jr: [imitating Sol] "We need to get fine bitches and fat rides",

    Jimmy Smith Jr: [imitating DJ] "No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds",

    Jimmy Smith Jr: [imitating Future] No, what we need to do is put our songs on JLB."

    Jimmy Smith Jr: Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin' and we're still broke as fuck and living at home with our moms.

  • Jimmy Smith Jr: I don't give a fuck, man. I'm sick of you always thinking you know what's best for me, dawg. You ain't my fucking father. I'm a grown man.

    Future: Look, Jimmy...

    Jimmy Smith Jr: Look, Jimmy, nothing! Fuck you! I told you not to fucking sign me up!

    Future: So what the fuck, you wanna fight me now, huh?

    Jimmy Smith Jr: Yo you ain't the future of shit, bitch! You're just David fuckin' Porter.

    Sol: Hey, come on, fellas.

    [long pause]

    Future: You know what? Do what the fuck you wanna do man. 'Cause I don't give a shit anymore. I really fuckin' don't!

    [Future walks away]

    Future: I really fuckin' don't!

  • [Rabbit's car has just shorted out, the group is standing on the street while Rabbit is fixing the car]

    Sol: I ain't gettin' back in that piece of shit... it's a death trap.

  • Jimmy Smith Jr: Hey don't be talkin' about my mom or my fuckin' car. I hear everything.

    Sol: So he a ninja now?

  • Sol: [Rabbit is taking Alex and Wink to a photo shoot. Iz and Sol are in the backseat] So when are we going to get to see these little photos of yours in a magazine?

    DJ Iz: This ain't Playboy fool, in fashion it's called editorial.

    Sol: God damn Fredrick Douglass, could you shut the fuck up!

    B. Rabbit: [Intervening] It's for a book man, so she can get a job.

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