Swan Quotes in The Warriors (1979)

Riffs leader: You Warriors are good. Real good.

Swan: The best.

Swan: Why'd you do it? Why'd you waste Cyrus?

Luther: No reason. I just... like doing things like that!

Mercy: See that guy? Over there! He's after you, and he's got some guys with him.

Swan: I know they're on my ass, but now they know I know it.

[as they all observe the subway station]

Ajax: Come on, what kind of chickenshit crap is this.

Cochise: Yeah, come on? We're here, what are we waiting for?

Fox: The train would help! Unless you wanna go up there and get jacked on an open platform.

Cochese: Bullshit man, there ain't nobody in the street.

Ajax: He's right! We're acting like faggots!

[a bus with bright headlights approaches]

Swan: Just keep talking.

Masai: You Warriors are good. Real good.

Swan: The best.

Swan: You recognize them?

Fox: Orphans. So far down they're not even on the map. Real low class.

Swan: Numbers?

Fox: Full strength: maybe 30?

Vermin: Thirty. A lot more than eight.

Ajax: Not if they're wimps!... and I'm sick of this running crap.

Swan: You still looking for us?

Masai: [looks at Luther] We've found what we're looking for.

Luther: [cowering] No. No... It wasn't us. It was them. It was the Warriors.

Masai: You Warriors are good. Real Good.

Swan: The best.

Masai: The rest is ours.

[Swan nods his head in agreement as the Gramercy Riffs let the Warriors pass]

Luther: [as the Gramercy Riffs descend on the Rogues] Nooooooo!

[the Warriors finally return to Coney Island at daybreak]

Swan: This is what we fought all night to get back to?

Vermin: How much longer we gotta wait? We might be here forever, I'm sick of waiting for trains!

Swan: Vermin, sit down and shut up.

Vermin: Okay, okay!

Mercy: Come on. What's wrong?

Swan: Let's just get to the next station O.K.?

Mercy: Oh... please, come on... come on?

Swan: You know your just part of everything that's happening tonight and it's all bad!

[pause]

Swan: Just go back to where ever it was you came from.

Mercy: Friday nights are good. Saturday nights are better.

Swan: I bet you can't even remember who you get on Friday and Saturday night... you probably don't remember what they look like...

Mercy: Sometimes I can and sometimes I can't... who gives a damn?

Cochise: [on subway, after escaping Turnbull ACs] Yeah, well we made it, and in a hour, it is C-I! The BIG Coney!

Ajax: You got it. Gimme that fist, buddy!

[high fives Cochise]

Cochise: Yeah! WHEEE!

Swan: When we get there, that's when we made it.

Cochise: Hey no sweat, War Chief.

Swan: [Deleted introductory scene in the subway] ... What's bugging you? You got a problem?

Ajax: Yeah, I got a problem. I don't like what we're getting into. This whole thing stinks.

Swan: We're going in there just like all the other guys.

Ajax: Just because some jerk named Cyrus wants a conclave and a truce, doesn't mean that it's a good thing. I'm sick of hearing about Cyrus.

Swan: You listen, that's the way it's going to be. And you're going to soldier, just like everybody else.

Ajax: Sure thing, Warchief.

[We cut to the film's normal opening, which shows the Wonder Wheel at night]

Cowboy: Okay, what are we gonna do now?

Swan: We're going back.

Vermin: You mind tellin' me how? Fuckin' Coney Island must be 50 to 100 miles from here!

Swan: It's the only choice we got.

Cochise: Yeah, real simple. Except that every cop in this city is lookin' to bust our heads.

Swan: We got somethin' else to think about then the cops.

Vermin: Yeah, what?

Snow: The truce. Is it still on?

Vermin: If it ain't, we're gonna have to bop our way back!

Cowboy: Shit, I wish we was packed.

Swan: If you get separated, make it to the platform at Union Square. That's where we change trains.

Ajax: I only got one question. Who named you leader? I got just as much right to take over as you.

Fox: It was Cleon's choice, Swan's war chief.

Ajax: Well, right about now, Cleon's most likely got a nightstick shoved halfway up his ass!

Swan: [caught outside the subway by the Baseball Furies] Maybe we better take off...

Ajax: Yeah, right...

[they run]

Swan: [to Mercy] Why don't you just tie a mattress to your back? You don't care where it is, do you?

Swan: Did you see him get busted?

Cochise: I seen him, then he wasn't there no more... I was hauling ass!

Swan: Why don't you look around and make sure we're okay.

Rembrandt: This is a graveyard!

Swan: When we get there, you stick close by, okay?

Rembrandt: Don't worry. I don't feel like getting wrecked.

Swan: I'm gonna hit you so hard your dog's gonna die.

Mantis: Looks like this is the final chapter.

Swan: Depends on what book you're reading.

Jeremiah Johnson: [after laboriously teaching Swan one word of English, Jeremiah points to himself] Great hunter. Yes?

Swan: Yes.

Jeremiah Johnson: [points to himself again] Fine figure of a man. Yes?

Swan: Yes.

Jeremiah Johnson: Good. That is all you need to know. For now.

Swan: Saturday, November 19, 1953. Today, I have decided to kill myself. And being the greatest showman of my time, I'm recording live for the Swan Archives. Why? It's simple, I'm getting old. I can't bear it. To see this beautiful face ravaged by the forces of time. If I can't be young forever, I'd rather end it all - now!

Swan: Here's the contract. Everything I've said and more is in it.

The Phantom: I'll read it.

Swan: At your leisure.

The Phantom: "The party of the first part gives the party of the second part and his associates full power to do with him at their pleasure. To rule, to send, to fetch, or carry him or his, be it either body, soul, flesh, blood or goods." What does that mean?

Swan: That's a transportation clause.

Swan: Phoenix, Swan here. I want you to answer a question for me.

Phoenix: Yes.

Swan: What would you give me to sing?

Phoenix: Anything you want.

Swan: Anything? Would you give me your voice?

Phoenix: Try me.

The Phantom: "All art..."

[Swan has moved to the other side of the Phantom]

The Phantom: "All articles which have been excluded shall be deemed included." What does that mean?

Swan: That's a clause to protect you, Winslow. Anyway, what difference does it make? What choice do you have?

The Phantom: [after reading the contract] I'll rewrite my cantata. But you best play what I write.

[Swan pokes the Phantom's finger with his pen, drawing blood]

Swan: Ink isn't worth anything to me, Winslow. Now sign.

[the Phantom signs his real name: Winslow Leach]

Swan: Excellent.

[Swan draws blood and uses a rubber stamp to sign his own name]

Swan: And now we're in business. Together. Forever.

Swan: [Crowd chants Beef's name as his corpse is carried away in a body bag] Look at them, they've really been entertained. They never want this show to stop. The Paradise is more magnificent than I ever dreamed.

Arnold Philbin: Sure, how often is a rock star fried on stage?

Swan: Quite an attraction.

Swan: This picture will age in your place. And you must watch it every day just to see how lucky you are. And the tape from which the picture comes must be guarded at all costs. When it goes, you go.

Swan: [holding a contract] It's all here. Read it carefully, and then sign at the bottom in blood. Messy, I know. But it's the only way I can bind you. Tradition. What do you have to lose?

Swan: [to an assassin, ragged voice] Remember, she must be hit just as Philbin says "Til death do you part."

Arnold Philbin: Now, what a minute. This may be none of my business or anything. But if you're gonna kill her, why do it here tonight?

Swan: An assassination live on television coast to coast? That's entertainment!

Swan: [to the Phantom] Winslow, what a foolish thing to do. Didn't you read you contract closely? See where it says Terms of Agreement, can you read what it says? "This contract terminates with Swan." No more suicides, Winslow. You gave up your right to rest in peace when you signed this contract. What if you do find a loophole? Is that what you're thinking? Forget it. That stays sealed only as long as I have the power to bind you. If I'm destroyed, that gaping wound opens. You might say we terminate together.

Beef: Man, you better get yourself a castrato for this, 'cause it's a little out of my range.

Swan: Something bothering you, Beef?

Beef: Swan, this was scored for a chick. I'm not doing it in drag.

Swan: You can sing it better than any bitch.

Beef: You don't know how right you are, Goliath.

Swan: [to Phoenix] Your voice, remember? You promised me your voice! Our contract, remember?