Trooper Quotes in Spaceballs (1987)

Trooper: We ain't found shit!

Floyd: Say, brother, you got the wrong idea. I'm workin' for the Commodores.

Trooper: Yeah, brother, and I'm Baretta.

Holly Sargis: [Last lines of the film]

[Voiceover]

Holly Sargis: Kit and I were taken back to South Dakota. They kept him in solitary, so he didn't have a chance to get acquainted with the other inmates, though he was sure they'd like him, especially the murderers. Myself, I got off with probation and a lot of nasty looks. Later I married the son of the lawyer who defended me. Kit went to sleep in the courtroom while his confession was being read, and he was sentenced to die in the electric chair. On a warm spring night, six months later, after donating his body to science, he did.

Kit Carruthers: Sir... Where'd you get that hat?

Trooper: State.

Kit Carruthers: Boy, I'd like to buy me one of those.

Trooper: [the trooper smiles] You're quite an individual, Kit.

Kit Carruthers: Think they'll take that into consideration?

[last lines]

Trooper: You're quite an individual Kit.

Kit Carruthers: Think they'd take that into consideration

Trooper: Put that gun down. PUT THAT GUN DOWN, GOD DAMNIT!

Grace Andrews: I can't. Please! Don't take him, please! W'ere so sorry... PLEASE!

Trooper: Gun down NOW!

Grace Andrews: No!

John Ryder: You useless waste!

Top Sergeant Quincannon: Now men, I want youse all to pay attention to what I got to say. We'll have women going with us on this trip, so I want you to watch them words. Watch them words!

Trooper: Watch them grammar!

Top Sergeant Quincannon: Who said that?

[walks up and down ranks]

Top Sergeant Quincannon: Whose dog is this? Whose dog is this?

[pats dog on the head]

Top Sergeant Quincannon: Nice dog; Irish setter.

Jenkins: Sure got a hankerin' for some buffalo meat.

Trooper Cliff: Me too. Ain't never had none.

Trooper: Beans is safer. Mark my words, they'll be Injuns around that herd thick as flies.

Trooper: They let you out or you bust out?

Clay Lomax: Ain't nobody busts out of Canon City.

Trooper: Sure doesn't seem like seven years.

Clay Lomax: It does to me. I done 'em.

Trooper: Say I told you where you could find Sam. What would you do?

Clay Lomax: Pay you and kill him.

Bobby Jay: Hey, Gramps! Full quart of bourbon - new bottle.

Trooper: I don't knows you're old enough.

Bobby Jay: Oh, ho-ho-ho. Well, we're old enough and you're too old, Gramps.

Trooper: You want glasses or just put a nipple on the bottle?

Trooper: Not much of a horse.

Clay Lomax: Best I could get for not much cash.

[discussing Sam Foley, the partner who shot Clay in the back]

Trooper: But hell, I always liked that fella.

Clay Lomax: So did I... until I stopped.