Tyrone Quotes in Sudden Impact (1983)

Ray Parkins: I'm gonna call Mick.

Tyrone: You do as you want, and keep that psycho bastard away from me.

Ray Parkins: [as she is leaving] I'll tell him you said that.

Tyrone: You sunk your money into this, all the way out here in the middle of the fucking desert?

Jack Travis: That's right. You know why this is such a gold mine?

Tyrone: Do tell me.

Jack Travis: Because nobody wants to live next to somebody like you, Tyrone. You're a menace to society.

Tyrone: Jack, I came out here to do business, not be insulted by you.

Jack Travis: Relax, Tyrone. Like houses, friendships need strong foundations.

Tyrone: ...and don't think I feel sorry for you 'cause your daddy died. My father came back from the Korean War with his brains so scrambled, he thought he was Jesus! They put him in a nuthouse for five years, when he came out, he didn't think he was Jesus no more, he thought he was God. Which made me Jesus. This shit got pretty heavy.

Tyrone: Albert white bread, chicken shit, Hockenberry.

Tyrone: [shouting in megaphone] You better come out now, you scumbags!

Harold: Cops don't talk like that.

Tyrone: They do to me.

Irene Cara: Are you always dressed like that?

Tyrone: [as Uncle Sam] No, last week I was the Statue of Liberty, but I couldn't get the crown on over my curlers.

[last lines]

Tyrone: Where to?

Angel of Death: I am the Angel of Death. Take me to hell.

Tyrone: Got any luggage?

Tyrone: This is the same jug Abraham Lincoln used. One drink and he freed the slaves. And we ain't had a job since.

Tyrone: Albert, if I get killed I'm gonna kick your ass!

Tyrone: Get out of my cab, I'm rich!

Tyrone: Tell me you're wearing your daddy's boots!

Albert Hockenberry: What?

Tyrone: Tell me you're wearing your daddy's boots!

Albert Hockenberry: I'm wearing them!

Tyrone: [to Irene Cara] I always keep a picture of you in my cab.

[pulls down picture of a naked woman]

Tyrone: Wrong cab!

Tyrone: Where are you at?

Mr. Bravo: Don't you know you're not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition?

Tyrone: Ok. Where are you at, *asshole*?

Tyrone: Control is a good thing.

Mr. Quarre: [belches] Control that.

Jack Friar: [about to be executed] You think because you've already killed somebody, killing me's no big deal? You kill me and every cop on the planet's work takes a sudden vacation. You become the case that never closes, the guy they never stop hunting. You be job one. Pay attention Erin, 'cause this applies to you too. When they catch you, where ever they catch you, they're gonna subdue you. And they're gonna subdue you substantially. Then they're gonna tell you to run, and that's gonna confuse you, 'cause you never heard that before. Then your animal brain is gonna kick in with survival mode, telling you stupid shit like, hey, they're lettin' me go. So you'll run.

Tyrone: And then what?

Jack Friar: Then they shoot your dumb ass.

Tyrone: I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats.

Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.

[Tyrone just backed into Franky Four Fingers' van]

Tyrone: I didn't see it there.

Vinny: It's a four ton truck, Tyrone. Its not as if it's a packet of fucking peanuts, is it?

Tyrone: It was a funny angle.

[All three turn and look back at the truck]

Vinny: It's behind you Tyrone. Whenever you reverse, things come from behind you.

Vinny: Why are we stopped here? What's wrong with that spot?

Tyrone: It's too tight.

Vinny: Too tight? You could land a jumbo fucking jet in that.

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

Tyrone: 'course I am...

[reverses into parked van]

Vinny: A natural fucking idiot.

Dick Kelly: I'm gonna get some beers. What about you, twinkle toes? You want summa dat drank? Summa dat purple draaank? Summa dat purple ass mother fuckin' pip dick draaank?

Tyrone: Who... the fuck... are you?

Gigi: [Answering machine answers, Gigi's voice:] Or call my cell, or try me at work but definitely leave a message here first. Thanks!

Alex: Hey, Gigi. It's Alex, um, how's it going?

[He starts to pace]

Alex: Uh, just wondering how you're doing. I haven't talked to you in a little while and, uh, just wondering how you're doing.

[He sits on the couch]

Alex: So... I was hoping to talk to you... obviously. But you're out, I guess. So, just call me some time. Or tonight, uh, in around... uh, I'll be in around... that's, that's... not... now. It's Alex. Okay.

[He hangs up the phone]

Tyrone: Dude.

Alex: [He looks down] I know.

Deebo: Here come that dog truck. Shut your mouth! We about to fade to black.

Craig Jones: [as Craig notices Deebo standing in front of the truck] Daddy, Stop!

[Mr. Jones Screams]

Deebo: Get your punk-ass out of the car Craig, this is the re-match!

Deebo: Get out of the car!

Craig Jones: Punch It!

Tyrone: [as Mr. Jones drives away] Deebo! Help!

Craig Jones: Fake-Ass Suge Knight!

Deebo: [yelling out before kicking his brother in the stomach] You know I gonna find you and when I do, I'm gonna put my foot up in your ass!

[Looking down at his brother]

Deebo: Man get up!

Tyrone: Damn! Man, I'm tired. I'm goin to mommy's house.

Deebo: [pulling him by the chain on his leg] Come on!

Tyrone: [Yelling at Deebo] No!, No!

Mr. Jones: [on the way to Rancho Cucamonga] Did you see That! Those two niggas were acting like pit bull dogs!

Tyrone: [Deebo wants Tyrone to call the Food Stand Cashier and tell him to tell Mr. Jones that Craig is "in trouble"] Hello? I have an urgent message for a nigga named Mr. Willy Jones...

Food Stand Cashier: Nigga who?

Tyrone: [Deebo slaps Tyrone over the head] Ow, I mean, I have an urgent message for a Mr. William Jones.

Food Stand Cashier: Urgent message?

Tyrone: Yeah, tell him, "Craig's in trouble, come quick."

Food Stand Cashier: Craig who? Who is this?

Tyrone: Tell him you could just...

[begins to sing]

Tyrone: call on Tyrone...

Tyrone: [Deebo slaps him over the head again] Ow! Tell him it's a friend of the family!

Tyrone: [Tyrone hangs up] Man, you better stop hittin' me like. I'll bust your ass just like Craig did. Knock your eye straight.

Tyrone: You just watch your step, McGurke. This place here changes a man.

Frank Drebin: Yeah? In what way?

Tyrone: I used to be white. I was the drummer for the Osmonds.

Rocko Dillon: Screw around with me, and Tyrone here will make you feel pain that you'd never belive.

Frank Drebin: Yeah, I remember the Osmonds.

Tunde: [singing] #I say can't you see the sign its a double yellow line!#

Tyrone: OH MY DAYS what the f**k you doing to my baby?

Tunde: I am just an African.

Tyrone: And how you scratch man's tings blud?

Tunde: This is disabled parking, you are not disabled!

Tyrone: I am disabled.

Tunde: You are not disabled.

Tyrone: Blud, I am disabled, look at my arm

[wiggles arm around]

Tunde: Ehhh so you are mocking disfortunate people! You know God is watching you, God is watching you!

Speed: Welcome to Sneakin' In The Movies. My name is Speed and this is my homeboy Tyrone. And we are like movie critics and shit

Tyrone: Well not really. Peep this. Each week me and my boy, you know, we go to different theaters and stuff and sneak in and check out the movie.

Speed: Then we come back and tell you all what's up. Like if you should pay money and shit.

Rashad: What you know about hip-hop's origins?

Tyrone: It started on some cheap stuff, in New York, putting nursery rhymes on a Casio beat or something.

Rashad: Nursery rhymes? What if I told you that true hip-hop can be traced back to poets like Ovid, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Blake...

Tyrone: Wno? What?

Rashad: Great poets you can find throughout history.

Tyrone: Sound like a bunch of white people.

Rashad: Okay. Buss it. Who's your favorite rapper?

Tyrone: Fi'ty, Cam, Hov, Mims...

Rashad: What about Nas?

Tyrone: Nah man. He lyrical but... he be contradicting himself.

Rashad: Could it be you're confusing 'contradiction' with 'complex'?

Court Doctor: [repeatedly] Can you hear me? Can you see me?

Prisoner: Yes, sir.

Court Doctor: OK for work.

Court Doctor: [arriving at Tyrone's place in the line] Can you hear me? Can you see me?

Tyrone: [nods, whispering] Yes.

Prison Guard: [hits Tyrone in the face] Say "sir!" God damn New York dope fiend niggers. Learn some manners!

Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me?

Tyrone: [insulted] Yes, sir.

Court Doctor: OK for work.

[moving to Harry]

Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me?

Prison Guard: He says he's got something wrong with his arm.

[the doctor grabs Harry's arm and exposes the wound, causing him to scream in pain]

Court Doctor: I don't think he'll be puttin' any more dope in that arm.

Prison Guard: Smells worse than he do.

Court Doctor: Better get him over to the hospital. I don't expect he'll live out the week.

Tyrone: [about the TV] Shit, this muthafucka's startin' to look a little seedy, man.

Harry: What's the matter, you particular all the sudden?

Tyrone: Hey, baby, I don't care if the motherfucker's growing hair just so long as we get our bread.

Harry Goldfarb: Let's do this right.

Tyrone: Naturally.

Tyrone: Uh, Alma is it? We don't...

Alma: What? I'm black ain't I, I wanna help my community right or do you think oppression ends with that thing dangling between your legs?

Tyrone: But...

Alma: But nothing! We want full-fledged membership in the Black Panther Party and none of that alright sugar as long as you play the background, rubbing my feet, getting my drink bullshit, you dig?

Tyrone: I'm clumsy sometimes. Sometimes it takes me a while to get the gears going and everything. You all seem like very nice people - I think.

Anita: Gee, thanks.

[first lines]

Tyrone: Family reunion in the snow. They couldn't have this shit in Puerto Rico?