Stevie Quotes in The Running Man (1987)
Stevie: Don't touch that dial!
Stevie: What kind of woman would beat her plastic doll?
Crabby Woman: You're not my doctor!
Crabby Woman: Who are you?
[unrolls piece of tape]
Stevie: I'm the tape man.
Stevie: Ah, the way!
Stevie: You know, you and I are a lot alike. Friedrich would be proud.
Angelica Chaste: Friedrich wouldn't give a damn, Rosellini.
[both pull out and cock their guns]
Angelica Chaste: Seems mine is bigger than yours.
Stevie: Size doesn't matter.
Angelica Chaste: Oh, yes it does.
Stevie: You mean those girls have been lying to me all those years?
Nick: Who the fuck is this girl, Bruce Lee?
Stevie: Nah, she's better than that. Chuck Norris.
Nick: What are you talking about?
Stevie: He's alive.
Stevie: [shouts while hitting Tony with a newspaper in the head and chest] One to the head, one to the heart. One to the head, one to the heart. What did I teach you?
Stevie: Damn, I missed her. What'd she look like?
Tony Greco: What'd she look like? She looked like a broad.
Stevie: What d'you mean? She's fat?
Tony Greco: Naw, she's not - not that kind of broad. The other kind. She's a broad, she's a woman.
Stevie: You mean like a dame?
Tony Greco: Well, yeah, like a dame. I guess you could say a dame.
Stevie: How about like a chick?
Tony Greco: No, she didn't look like a chick. She looked more like a broad. That's why I said a broad.
Stevie: Oh yeah, that helps me. You're very observant.
Tony Greco: Are you serious?
Stevie: You didn't miss... You hit everything!
Stevie: Pa, how far is Brazil?
Barney Dent: That's a long way away, Stevie - clear across the world.
Daughter: Is it as far as Amarillo?
Barney Dent: Yeah, farther!
Stevie: Why are our bulls going to Brazil?
Barney Dent: Because we sold 'em to a rancher down there.
Timmy Taylor: We checked out the old Johnson place.
Carl Banks: I told you kids to stay away from there, you could get hurt.
Stevie: Or worse, we know.
Timmy Taylor: There were these two guys there, they looked like cops.
Carl Banks: They are cops, not the kind you want to run into. They're the boss's guys, he keeps them around to minimize suspicion.
Jordan: We know you still believe in the big fat creeper!
Max: I don't know what you're talking about!
Stevie: [pulls up Max's letter to Santa] Are you sure about that?
Beth Engel: [Max tries to get his letter back and Beth stops him] Stop!
Stevie: [starts reading Max's letter] Dear Santa, I know I haven't been great this year and I'm sorry for that, but I was really hoping you can help out me and my family this Christmas. We need you! Oh, Maxi Pad. That is so s...
Beth Engel: [stops Max from getting his letter back] Stop, Max!
Stevie: Blah blah blah. Bullshit, bullshit. Ah, here we go, Maxi's wishlist!
Beth Engel: Stevie, stop! That's enough!
Stevie: Wait, you're up first, Beth!
[reading the letter]
Stevie: I wish me and Beth could hang out like we used to.
[Beth turns her head to Max]
Stevie: Might've noticed that I don't have tons of friends.
[Stevie pretends to feel sorry for him and Jordan mockingly smiles at Max]
Stevie: Oh no, really Max?
[Jordan laughs and Stevie continues reading the letter]
Stevie: I wish my Mom and Dad could fall in love again.
[Tom and Howard look at each other]
Stevie: I know they get upset a lot with Dad away from home so much. I think they really just miss each other.
[Linda comes in]
Stevie: Also, I wish things weren't so hard for Uncle Howard and Aunt Linda.
[Stevie and Linda look at each other]
Stevie: So, maybe you can lend them a hand for the rest of the year.
[turns letter around as Howard and Linda look at each other]
Stevie: And... and that...
[angrily facing Max]
Stevie: Screw you, Dad does not wish we were boys!
Sarah Engel: [smilingly enters the dining room with carambola] Who wants carambola?
[Beth turns her head to her mother Sarah and Sarah loses her smile after realizing the situation]
Max: [angrily gets off his chair to get his letter back] Give me the letter!
Tom: Hey! Max?
[Max fights with Stevie and Jordan with the adults talking in the background]
Howard: [pulls Stevie and Jordan back] Alright, that's enough!
Tom: You okay? Honey!
Max: I just wanted Christmas to be like it used to be, but forget it! I hate Christmas! I hate all of you!
[angrily and tearfully runs up to his room]
Sarah Engel: Max? Max!
Aunt Dorothy: Oh, lay off of him!
[Max slams his bedroom door shut]
Aunt Dorothy: Kid deserves a prize for telling the truth!
Mookie: Dago, wop, guinea, garlic-breath, pizza-slingin', spaghetti-bendin', Vic Damone, Perry Como, Luciano Pavarotti, Sole Mio, nonsingin' motherfucker.
Pino: You gold-teeth-gold-chain-wearin', fried-chicken-and-biscuit-eatin', monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast-runnin', high-jumpin', spear-chuckin', three-hundred-sixty-degree-basketball-dunkin' titsun spade Moulan Yan. Take your fuckin' pizza-pizza and go the fuck back to Africa.
Stevie: You little slanty-eyed, me-no-speaky-American, own-every-fruit-and-vegetable-stand-in-New-York, bullshit, Reverend Sun Myung Moon, Summer Olympics '88, Korean kick-boxing son of a bitch.
Officer Long: You Goya bean-eating, fifteen in a car, thirty in an apartment, pointed shoes, red-wearing, Menudo, mire-mire Puerto Rican cocksucker. Yeah, you!
Sonny: It's cheap, I got a good price for you, Mayor Koch, "How I'm doing," chocolate-egg-cream-drinking, bagel-and-lox, B'nai B'rith Jew asshole.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Yo! Hold up! Time out! TIME OUT! Y'all take a chill! Ya need to cool that shit out! And that's the double truth, Ruth!
Stevie: What have you ever done for me?
Evie: Carried you to term for starters. Coco would have had you sucked out for a phone number.
Evie: Then what is it?
Stevie: You know what it is... that family of four that you ran down.
Evie: It was a family of *six*, I only killed four... and who has a picnic in their own back yard?
Stevie: Hi Varla. Pretty name for a pretty girl.
Evie: It's also kind of a fat name, which works too.
Evie: That guy who hit us slipped me his number.
Stevie: He had to Mom, it's the law.
Evie: Well did he have to flirt with me while we waited for the cops?
Stevie: He said
Stevie: 'Look the fuck where you're going, you drunk corpse.'
Evie: It was more in his body language.
Det. Bill Mitchell: You see, there's just you and one other woman that fit the physical description of the female suspect.
Stevie: What's that?
Det. Bill Mitchell: It's your height, your age, and... um...
Keith Frazier: Your cup size.
Stevie: [smiles sardonically] So, I violated section 34 Double-D? That's what you're telling me?
Trevor Reznik: Stevie, I haven't slept in a year.
Stevie: Jesus Christ!
Trevor Reznik: I tried him too.
Stevie: Are you okay?
Trevor Reznik: Don't I look okay?
Stevie: If you were any thinner, you wouldn't exist.
Stevie: Well, don't look so surprised. Even a call girl can scramble an egg.
Trevor Reznik: I'm not in that photo!
Stevie: Trevor, I'm looking at a picture of you, standing next to a fat guy with glasses holding a fish.
Trevor Reznik: You know so little about me. What if I turn into a werewolf or something?
Stevie: I'll buy you a flea collar.
Stevie: Trevor, I'm worried about you.
Trevor Reznik: Don't worry. No one ever died of insomnia.
Stevie: [giggles] I hope not. You're my best client. Can't afford to lose you.
Trevor Reznik: Gee, thanks.
Trevor Reznik: You lying whore!
Stevie: Get the fuck out of here! You fucking freak!
[Edith types her e-mail to Johanna, pretending to be Ken on the other end]
Stevie: [Edith clicks away on the computer beside her friend Stevie] You're so evil.
Edith: [Edith chuckles in response] Are you kidding? She loves this.
[continuing to type, giggling, with a big smile on her face]
Stevie: Actually, it's pretty mean.
[Edith continues to type without smiling anymore]
Stevie: [the camera cuts to Johanna in her bedroom reading Edith's fake e-mail]
Johanna Parry: [Johanna's plain expression becomes a wide-eyed, big smile, mumbling a quote from the e-mail] You're beautiful...
[Johanna covers her mouth face in pure joy]
Stevie: Kathryn listen to Vicki for once.
Stevie: Is it loaded?
Vicki: [as she passes the gun over] Of course not
Vicki: [as Stevie takes the gun] BANG!
Diane: Here's to law school, may it be the three shortest years of my life.
Jeanie: Here's to reaching my full capacity.
Diane: A whole quarter of it.
Stevie: Here's to my new employers at Pan Am, may they never find out I'm afraid of flying.
Liz: Here's to my mother who never let me forget that I was born with a silver spoon up my ass. But mother you were wrong, it's up my nose!
Katherine: Here's to my sisters...
Diane: Oh come on!
Katherine: No seriously, here's to my sisters without whom I wouldn't be what I am today... wasted!
Diane: Alright Morgan, now we understand this takes a lot of thinking Morgan...
Morgan: Here's to...
[begins to throw up within mouth]
Stevie: And when she turned it on it shot that metal thing right up into her face, shot it up just like a gun. Isn't that bad? It shot it up right through her eyeball!
Stevie: [about the dead grass surrounding the late neighbor's home] He blamed us for the dead grass, he thought we were going over to his garden and killing it... like there was some conspiracy involving the whole neighberhood against him
Stevie: That's a reality check, kids. We're in the South, where ignorance is worn like a badge of honor.
Stevie: Then... then what... what are they there for, Winnie?
Winnie: The police are there so as them as have nothing can't take nothing away from them as have a lot.
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