Whit Quotes in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III (1993)

Whit: Take me with you.

April O'Neill: Where? New York? Nahh, you wouldn't fit in. I mean, uh,

[takes in his grungy appearance]

April O'Neill: well, actually you *would* fit in.

Raphael: Hey, it?s wet-willy time.

Whit: Wet-wadum?

Whit: I think she's telling the truth.

Walker: Really? Well, I don't pay you to think, do I? I pay you to lie, cheat, and steal.

Dennis: Excuse me, can I just stop you there.

Whit: Yes...?

Dennis: Oh, I don't have anything to say... I just wanted to stop you there.

[during the race]

Dennis: Isn't it enough?

Whit: What?

Dennis: You got the girl, all right? Isn't it enough?

Whit: I just think it's high time you realized that it's over, sir! Otherwise, it's gonna be very tough for you when we move to Chicago!

Dennis: What?

Whit: [off their pace, trying to discourage Dennis] You'd better slow down there, chief! You've got a long way to go!

Dennis: Yeah, well - so have you!

[Dennis accelerates past Whit]

Whit: Oh, yeah! Yes, I like it! Run, fatboy, run!

[Whit takes his lead back, but as Dennis passes him one more time... ]

Dennis: I can lose weight... but you'll always be an arsehole!

Whit: I mean, you can see my point can't you?

Dennis: Yes, yes I can.

Whit: Where you goin, where you going? You gotta be kiddin me, Dennis? You can't be serious! The guy left you at the alter, pregnant!

Libby: [Puts Whit's wedding ring on the table] Nobody's perfect.

Whit: Libby, Libby...

Jake: What a shithead.

Whit: [At the hospital, after Jake plays with the hospital bed causing it to fall backwards] God dam it WILL YOU STOP MESSING AROUND WITH THE BED YA LITTLE SHIT?

Whit: I actually ran the London Marathon

Dennis: Oh that's a coincidence.

Whit: Why's that?

Dennis: Oh, I watched it on the tele... well... the last hour... I sleep in on Sundays.

Whit: Jake, buddy, can I control the bed please?

Jake: No, but you can watch me control it.

Whit: Uncle Red, don't you think you have a problem with your drinking?

Red Stovall: Only when I can't get it.

Whit: I mean - don't you think you might need some help with your drinking?

Red Stovall: No, I do quite well all by myself.

Red Stovall: Mary was right to go back to her husband. What the hell did I have to offer a kid? Just honky-tonks and flop-houses. That's the life of a country singer, Hoss. Sound good to you?

Whit: It don't sound too hot when you put it like that, but it sure beats picking cotton and living in a sharecropper's shack.

Henry Axle: You don't think he should be doing this, do you?

Whit: Do you? Knowing it might kill him?

Henry Axle: Want me to level with you, pal? He's going to die anyway, and he knows it. And he knows that this is his last chance.

Whit: Last chance? For what?

Henry Axle: To be somebody. Did you ever feel like you wanted to be somebody? If he makes these recordings - who knows?

Whit: Why don't you want to spend the holiday with me? I miss you.

Allison: Because I hate you. Because you're a philanthropist. Because you broke Mom's heart.

Whit: Philanderer.

Allison: What?

Whit: The word you're looking for is philanderer, not philanthropist. They have a slightly different meaning.

Allison: Well, you would know.

Allison: I can't believe you're gonna stalk me. But, um... Just so you know, tomorrow's a half-day.

Whit: Well, I'll be here then.

Sam Boone: [Sees smoke signals] Look at it out there. War signs.

Whit: Well, we got a treaty with the Mescaleros, ain't we?

Sam Boone: Just words on paper, Whit.

Whit: Yeah, we been getting along.

Sam Boone: I knew a man once. Got along with his wife. One day she up'n head-shot him.

Whit: Dead? But why?

Sam Boone: Got mad. Mescalero, they're mad.

Whit: But we ain't done nothing to 'em.

Sam Boone: We're white. That's good enough.

Sam Boone: Is Brigade still trying to get that animal up, is he?

Whit: Yeah, he was at it all night.

Sam Boone: Why don't he shoot him and just get it over with?

Whit: He said he wanted to wait. He claims animals is like people. Feel the mornin' sun on them and makes'm forget all the hurt they got. Make's them want start over.

Sam Boone: There are sure times he doesn't act like a man that makes his way killin'.

Whit: When are we gonna do Brigade?

Sam Boone: Soon.

Whit: I been thinkin'. He ain't a man you can go straight at. Now, me and you, we're gonna hafta figure a plan. Some way to get him between us.

Sam Boone: Can't kill a man like Brigade from behind.

Whit: We could stand off! I don't hold to endin' a man with a long gun...

Sam Boone: [Boone cuts him off] Don't worry, Whit. Time comes, I'll take care of it.

Whit: Hope so. Hate to see you lose your place up Socorro way. Be mighty proud to work for you.

Sam Boone: WORK for me?

Whit: Well, I plowed when I was young... ain't much with chickens, but I can slop pigs with the best of 'em.

Sam Boone: [Exasperated] Whit, how long you and me been ridin' together?

Whit: [Unsure] 'Bout... two years?

Sam Boone: More like five.

Whit: So?

Sam Boone: So you ain't gonna be workin' for me.

[Whit shuffles his feet, unsure of how to respond]

Sam Boone: You're gonna be a partner.

Whit: [Disbelieving] Partner?

Sam Boone: Right down the middle.

Whit: Well... how come?

Sam Boone: [Patiently] 'Cause I like you, Whit.

Whit: Well, I never knew that!

Sam Boone: [Out of patience] Now get up on that rise!

Whit: Yes, SIR!

Whit: It ain't a guy's dog that matters, it's the way a guy feels about his dog.