Ward Quotes in Free State of Jones (2016)
Ward: What are you doin', nigger? That ain't for you. Put it back. Put it back, nigger.
Moses: How you ain't?
Ward, Moses: What?
Moses: I said, how you ain't?
Ward: How I ain't what?
Newton Knight: What he says, Ward, is how you ain't a nigger. I mean, they just pick cotton for 'em. You-You was willin' to get killed for 'em
[Ward runs out of a door, scared to tears]
Ward's Assistant: What happened?
Ward: The kid almost touched me. She got this close to me.
Ward's Assistant: She wasn't scared of you? She was only six.
Ward: [shakes his assistant] I could have been dead. I could have DIED.
Ward's Assistant: [slaps Ward] Keep it together, man.
Ward's Assistant: [whistles] Hey, we've get a dead door over here.
[Smitty and Needleman arrive with a Door Shredder, and place the door Ward went through into it]
Needleman: OK, Let her rip!
[the Door gets shredded, leaving only shards and a Door Knob]
Ward: Will, that was incredible!
Becky: Incredibly foolish! You could have been killed Will Stoneman.
Will Stoneman: Well how many times is there an army truck in the middle of the street? I've been coming around this corner my whole life and has there ever been an army truck in the middle of the street?
Soldier: Nice piece of runnin' there. So, how old are you pal?
Will Stoneman: Seventeen
Soldier: Think you'll be ready to fight a war in a year?
Will Stoneman: I'm ready now, uh, war with who?
Soldier: Stay alive buddy, your country might need you.
Ward: Will, I'm your best friend. Don't matter what crazy thing you do. I just wish you could win.
Will Stoneman: I'll win. You can bet all your money on that.
Ward: You killed my wife, *and* you left my baby outside?
Ward: She was a not-nice person, whose only happiness came from her being not-nice.
Ward: Ew, Jerry you distgusting freak, get away from me with all that stuff.
Jerry: Aw, come on Ward. Don't tell me this little nosebleed is bothering you a little.
Ward: Not at much as your ugly face. Why do you get into this stuff anyway?
Jerry: Why do you always look at the crack of a man's ass and think "lunch time"?
Ward: No wonder I loose my appetite when I look at you... sicko. Look at these people. They're miserable.
Jerry: Hey, hey, listen tushy pusher, I love my job. I don't even get paid to be here. In fact, I would pay to be here. So if these people don't like it here, they can just get the fuck out.
Jerry: Hey Ward, according to these new revisions, Toxie finds out that the chemical company responsible for turning him into the Toxic Avenger was called Junk-O Chemicals.
Ward: No way!
Jerry: Way! It turns out that it was owned by his late father who made this plant which made Toxie sick which is why he commited suicide, and Toxie never even knew it!
Casey: All these revisions... it's absolutely ridiculous.
Jerry: I'm sorry, what?
Casey: We change the script every day. It completely changes everything in the story.
Jerry: Yes. You can do whatever you want to at Troma. It's this shit in which the best chaos emerges.
Casey: How can you like this offensive garbage anyway?
Jerry: Because it is offensive. Sometimes pissing people off is the only reason to get them to look at shit.
[the Mad Cow Boy standing nearby yells 'moo']
Jerry: See? Even Mad Cow Boy agrees.
Anderson: You know, if I were a Negro, I'd probably think the same way they do.
Ward: If you were a Negro, nobody would give a damn what you thought.
Ward: Just don't lose sight of whose rights are being violated!
Anderson: Don't put me on your perch, Mr. Ward.
Ward: Don't drag me into your gutter, Mr. Anderson!
Anderson: These people are crawling out of the SEWER, MR. WARD! Maybe the gutter's where we outta be!
Deputy Pell: You got no right to be here. This is a political meeting.
Ward: Doesn't smell that way to me, Deputy.
Deputy Pell: It's a damn political meeting, Hoover Boy.
Ward: Oh, it looks like a political meeting, but smells more like Klan to me... with or without the Halloween costumes.
Anderson: Where does it come from? All this hatred?
Anderson: You know, when I was a little boy, there was an old negro farmer that lived down the road from us, name of Monroe. And he was... well, I guess he was just a little luckier than my daddy was. He bought himself a mule. That was a big deal around that town. My daddy hated that mule, 'cause his friends were always kidding him that they saw Monroe out plowing with his new mule, and Monroe was going to rent another field now he had a mule. One morning, that mule showed up dead. They poisoned the water. After that, there wasn't any mention about that mule around my daddy. It just never came up. One time, we were driving down that road, and we passed Monroe's place and we saw it was empty. He just packed up and left, I guess, he must of went up north or something. I looked over at my daddy's face. I knew he done it. He saw that I knew. He was ashamed. I guess he *was* ashamed. He looked at me and said, "If you ain't better than a nigger, son, who are you better than?"
Ward: You think that's an excuse?
Anderson: No it's not an excuse. It's just a story about my daddy.
Ward: Where's that leave you?
Anderson: My old man was just so full of hate that he didn't know that bein' poor was what was killin' him.
[the mayor has hung himself]
Agent Bird: I don't understand why he did it. He wasn't in on it. He wasn't even Klan.
Ward: Mr. Bird, he was guilty. Anyone's guilty who lets these things happens and pretends like it isn't. No, he was guilty all right. Just as guilty as the fanatics who pulled the trigger. Maybe we all are.
[Ward stops Anderson from taking vigilante action against Pell]
Ward: We'll go after all of them. Together.
Anderson: You wouldn't know how!
Ward: You're going to *teach me* how.
Anderson: You don't have the GUTS!
Ward: Not only do I HAVE the guts I have the AUTHORITY!
Ward: What's wrong with these people?
Ward: Some things are worth dying for.
Anderson: Down here, things are different; here, they believe that some things are worth killing for.
Ward: Good morning. My name is Allen Ward. I'm with the FBI.
Deputy Pell: [mockingly] Oooh. The Federal Bureau of Integration? In that getup, you ain't exactly undercover, are ya?
[the FBI saved Lester Cowans from a lynching]
Anderson: You're lucky we've been watching your ass, Lester.
Ward: If you go on the record, Mr. Cowans, we'll give you protection. If not...
Anderson: If not, they're going to kill you anyway.
Anderson: Oooh Lester, you need a toilet.
Deputy Pell: It's a goddamn political meeting, hoover boy.
Ward: Oh, it looks like a political meeting but it smells more like Klan to me, with or without the Halloween costumes.
[Anderson and Ward leave the house after talking with Deputy Clinton Pell and Mrs. Pell]
Ward: Tell me, Mr Anderson. How does a woman like that end up with...
Anderson: [nods toward the Pell house] With shithead in there? You know what these small towns are like. A girl spends all her time in high school lookin' for the guy she's gonna marry, and spends the rest of her life wonderin' why.
Ward: Something's wrong. He's too confident.
Anderson: Did you see the wedding photograph? His three pals, the ushers, had their thumbs hooked in their belts, with their three fingers pointing down.
Ward: So what is that? Some sort of Masonic thing?
Anderson: [holds up three fingers] No! "K-K-K."
Charles Rone: I'm goin' to Mexico.
Ward: Yes sir, you're goin' to Mexico to pick up Lord Ashley's Whore. You're gonna rustle up the Warlock in San Francisco and then make tracks to Chicago for the Erector Set. Tell them the Tillinger Foundation is planning an expedition.
Ward: Nephew, they say that heroes can't imagine their own death and that's why they're heroes. You go 'em one better. You imagine you're immune to violence.
Ward: Now look, I think we've left no stone unturned. But let's not kid ourselves. If any of us is caught there's only a remote possibility we'd be mistaken for Russians. Keep in mind that close examination takes time, and that time they use on you could let the rest of us escape.
Highwayman: Don't be too quick to die.
Ward: There are only two bedrooms in Potkin's apartment, which should make it very convenient for our younger associates. We all know you've been shackin' up together.
Ward: What a spot for Bresnavitch to be in. He could take his pick of the masterpieces, destroy the files and unload the paintings through his boyfriend in Paris.
Ward: I don't know what they taught you in the classroom about intelligence and espionage. Everything I know, I learned on the street, but I can assure you of one thing: It has no size, no shape and no rules. At the very best it's what you least expect so you've gotta be ready for anything.
Calvin "Cal" Jarrett: He just wants to know that you don't hate him.
Beth Jarrett: Hate him! How could I hate him? Mothers don't hate their sons! Is that what he told you? You see how you believe everything he tells you? And you can't do the same for me, you can't! GOD I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANYONE WANTS FROM ME ANYMORE!
Ward: Beth, we don't want anything from you; Audrey, Cal, Connie and Me, we just want you to be happy.
Beth Jarrett: Happy! Ward, you tell me the definition of happy. But first you better make sure your kids are good and safe, that they haven't fallen of a horse, been hit by a car, or drown in that swimming pool you're so proud of!
Audrey: Oh Beth!
Beth Jarrett: Then, you come and tell me how to be happy!
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