Striker Quotes in The Guyver (1991)

[last lines]

[Striker, in Zoanoid form, is smoking behind Col. Castle, both watching Sean and Mizky leaving together]

Striker: Mm, mm, mm.

[Col. Castle plucks the cigarette from Striker's jaws]

Col. Castle: [indicating sign] No smoking!

[Castle takes a dramatic step forward; Striker follows, looking at him over Castle's shoulder]

Col. Castle: I've got a job for you.

Striker: [softly] Ahh. Dyn-o-miiiiiite!

Striker: Yo girl, you've got to lern how to recycle.

Weber: Yeah? Recycle this

[swears at Striker]

Striker: [Rapping] Yo mama, why you wanna be so crude? You must think of me as one rude dude. But you're the one with the sugar and spice, so why don't you just act real nice?

Striker: Sorry.

Lisker: Striker! You idiot!

Striker: Yo man, I'm just doin' my job!

Striker: [leaping over a wall] Geronimo!

[... onto a movie set]

Striker: [roars]

Scream Queen: [starts continuous scream]

Striker: [softly] Oh, chill, mama, shh! Cut it out! Take it easy! You gotta be quiet! My bo...

Scream Queen: [scream continues]

Striker: My boss is right there. Shh! Shh! Hey, chill, cool! Bruisin', killin', crusin'! Shh!

Scream Queen: [stops screaming, now angry]

Striker: Hey, yo...

Director: Cut!

Striker: Yo! Where the *hell* am I?

Scream Queen: Hey, that is *not* *your* *cue*! *You* stepped on *my* scream!

Striker: [cowering] Huh?

Director: No. No, no, no, no, no. *You're* not afraid of her *her*; *she* is afraid of *you*.

[Striker raps as the gets ready to fight The Guyver]

Striker: I've been lookin' high, I've been lookin' low / For the Guyvin' jivin' thing to show / And now this punk's become a hunk / When all along he's had the soul / Well, let me just tell you one thang / I'm gonna boot that thing with the Guyver name / I'm gonna make you crawl and gonna make you sing / 'Cause I want that Guyvin' jivin' thing / Boyee.

The Guyver: Then come and get me.

Lisker: Where is the Guyver?

[Sean strikes his kung-fu pose, eyes closed]

Striker: What the hell's he doin'?

[Sean breathes heavily]

Striker: Watch out, I'll take care of this thing.

Sean Barker: [to himself] Come on.

Mizky Segawa: Look out! Sean! Oh!

[Striker knocks Sean down]

Striker: Dissed you, homie!

Mizky Segawa: Don't hurt him! He doesn't know a thing!

Lisker: [hits Mizky] Shut up!

Sean Barker: [yelling] Leave her alone! I *do* know!

Sean Barker: [gets up, feels a pulsing at the back of his neck, and snaps to focus] I am the Guyver!

Director: Look. Look, look, look, look, look. You're the big boogedy monster.

Striker: Boogedy monster.

Director: All we want you to do is jump over the wall...

Striker: Jump.

Director: ...land down here, go, "I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you," she can scream, she gets scared a lot, and that's it. It's that simple.

Striker: [to makeup woman touching up his shoulder] Hey, what's you - hey, what's you doin' man?

Director: [to makeup woman] You missed a spot right there.

Striker: And get off me!

Director: Now look, come on, the suit looks great. You look terrific, but I need you to be more... more *terrifying*! You're a monster.

Striker: Terrifying.

Director: I need you to play this with- with...

Striker: What? What?

Director: With truth. Can you do that?

Striker: Oh, right on.

Director: [check's shooting scehdule] Yeah, yeah, yeah, we've got to go. All right, back to one. We gotta get to the car chase before lunch. Come on, you can do it. All right, everybody, we're sitting on a powder keg. We have *got* to move! We have *got* to go, right now.

[Director bumps into guy in a fish-monster suit, does a double-take to where he last saw Striker]

Striker: [in the cockpit] I guess it's in God's hands now.

Father O'Flanagan: [in cabin area] I'm Father O'Flanagan, and I am a man of God. Therefore you must trust me when I tell you that we're all likely going to die.

Striker: Where am I going to get a piece of metal?... Out here in space?... At this hour?

Steve McCroskey: [after hearing Striker on the radio] A man - now that's more like it.

[to the radio]

Steve McCroskey: Come in Mayflower 1, give me your name and position.

Striker: My name's Striker and I'm sitting down and facing front. Why would you want to know that?

Jimmy: Can I ask you a question?

Striker: What is it?

Jimmy: It's an interrogative statement, used to test knowledge. But that's not important now, mister. Is my dog Scraps, is gonna make it through okay? I'm scared mister, somebody has to do something.

Striker: Scraps, is going to be fine son. You'll both, be just fine.

[Striker, puts Jimmy's face in the icing of the cake]

Simon: Striker, listen to me. I don't want you, to do this they forced me to cut corners...

Striker: Get outta my way!

Simon: Help me, Striker for Christ -

[Striker, slugs Simon in the face]

Striker: We're going to have to blow up the computer!

Elaine Dickinson: Blow ROC?

[a smiling face appears on the computer]

Striker: We're not in the past anymore, Elaine. This... is the FUTURE.

Striker: Ok Murdock, I think I got something that just might work.

Murdock: what?

Striker: A bobby pin.

Murdock: Bobby pin. What the hell's, a man doing with a bobby pin. Lights on

Murdock: [Turns lights on]

Murdock: All right Striker, if a bobby pin is what you got, you will have to do. Just shove it in there, you'll have to short that thing out.

Striker: [Shoves the bobby pin, into the broken lever compartment, and sparks]

Jimmy Wilson: Can I ask you a question?

Striker: What is it?

Jimmy Wilson: It's an interrogative statement, used to test knowledge. But that's not important right now...

Dr. Stone: Thought you might like a paper.

Striker: Thanks...

[opens paper, reads headline]

Striker: My God!

Dr. Stone: What's wrong?

Striker: They're launching the XR-2300! Do you know what that is, Doctor?

Dr. Stone: The muffler bracket for a '79 Pinto?

Striker: No, that's the XR-2200. The 2300's the Lunar Shuttle.

Striker: My god!

Dr. Stone: What's wrong?

Striker: They're launching the XR-2300. Do you know what that is, doctor?

Dr. Stone: The muffler bracket for a '79 Pinto?

Striker: No, that's the XR-2200, the 2300's the lunar shuttle. It's got to be stopped!

Striker: Which passenger is Joe Solucci?

Mary, Shuttle Stewardess: 16C. Why?

Striker: He's carrying a bomb.

Mary, Shuttle Stewardess: A bo - ?

Striker: No, not a bo-. A bomb. Now, discreetly as possible, I want you to move the passengers, into the lounge.

Mary, Shuttle Stewardess: We don't, have a lounge.

Striker: That's not important right now but, you got to do is get those people away from that bomb.

Mary, Shuttle Stewardess: Well, what should I say?

Striker: Anything. Just don't let Solucci think that we're onto him.

Mary, Shuttle Stewardess: I'll do my best.

Mary, Shuttle Stewardess: [Over Intercom] Attention ladies and gentlemen, please. Would everybody move to the lounge who is not carrying a bomb.

[Everyone on the plane stands up and screams]

Berke Landers: Striker I'd be careful with that accent if I were you. Because You're beginning to sound a lot like Mary Poppins.

Striker: Look I don't know what you are blathering about but if I were you...

[get's up in Fosters face]

Berke Landers: Are you wearing makeup?

Striker: That's it... careful Landers I do believe that you are trifling with danger

[takes out nunchucks]

Berke Landers: Who keeps nunchucks in their pants?

Striker: I don't even know what you're doing here Landers, but if some guy dazzled his way into my ex-girlfriends fancy I'd be doing the same thing... only I'd have a bigger part.

Berke Landers: [nonchalant] You dropped your sword.