Jimmy Dix – Character Quotes

Shit, we're being beat up by the inventor of Scrabble.

— Are you alive?
— I don't know yet. Was that C-4?
— Uh-huh. Either that or a hell of a factory recall.
— Dead guys don't make bad jokes, do they? Shit, we're alive.

— We start tomorrow. In the meantime, I'd like to go home and see my family.
— Your family, huh? You got kids?
— A little girl.
— Does she like you?
— No, not too much. She likes Prince. Go figure.
— I like Prince.

— To Alex, the accountant.
— Your accountant's name is Alex?
— No... but he could have been. Alex was my son. I used to be married. One Sunday, I'm away in Miami. She couldn't come because she was eight months' pregnant. Walking down La Brea Boulevard... out of nowhere a pickup truck jumped a curb. Pow. Never knew what hit her. She died. But Alex lived for 17 minutes in an incubator. He fell asleep... had time for one dream... and then he died. I think about him all the time, man. You know, I threw for 300 yards that day. While my wife and kid were dying... I had the game of my life. Life sucks.

— Hey, last time I saw you drink straight vodka was because you just cheated on Cory.
— Yeah, well, why don't you pour me another?
— Oh, man. You didn't. You gotta be crazy, partner, cheating on her.
— I gotta be something, Harp. Because nowadays all I do is lose friends, drink and nail anything with a heartbeat.

— I could nail you for obstruction.
— You couldn't nail a $2 whore. Charge me with something or let me the fuck out of here!

— You bastard.
— And then some.

— So what's the next move, ace? Where do we go from here?
— I'm going home. It would seem my job is done.
— Fuck you, your job is done. We saw Cory get murdered.
— Listen, Flash, you wanna get your ass shot off, be my guest. When you're dead, I'll take your $600 pants.
— Six-fifty.

— You're just gonna put that in the trunk?
— No, we should just leave it for the neighborhood kids to play with.

— That number on the back of your head... is that, like, a license plate in case somebody tries to steal it?
— No, it's a football thing. It's my high-school number.
— So when do you graduate?

Darian Hallenbeck: — I hate you!
Joe Hallenbeck: — She's pissed because I wouldn't let her go out on a date with Tommy.
Darian Hallenbeck: — I only missed the best party of the year.
Jimmy Dix: — Why didn't you let her go?
Joe Hallenbeck: — Because she's 13 years old, jerk-off.

— You must be the dumbest guy in the world.
— Why's that?
— You're trying to save the guy that ruined your career... and avenge the death of the guy that fucked your wife.

— I trust you're alone.
— No, I got the fucking Vienna Boys Choir with me.

— Pull up next to them, I'll yell at them.
— That's the lamest plan I ever heard! Bulletproof glass. They won't hear you. What are you doing?
— Drawing them a picture.
— What is that?
— A bomb.
— Looks like an apple with lines. They'll say, "Don't open the briefcase, it's full of fruit."
— You wanna draw the damn thing? Happy?
— Are you kidding me?
— Always criticizing my shit. I can't do nothing right.
— I forgot to tell you.
— "Bom" means "fuck you" in Polish.
— That's not funny, man. I almost bought it.
— Tragic loss to the art world, let me tell you.

— I feel like I've been rode hard and put away wet.
— What the hell does that mean?
— It's horse talk, man.
— They got the brothers riding horses now?
— Yeah, cars are getting too hard to steal.
— You ever wear, like, a little cowboy hat?
— Ha-ha-ha. I'm really good, man. Maybe I could take your daughter out.
— She's 13, and if you look at her funny... I'll stick an umbrella up your ass and open it.