Give me the whip.

Throw me the idol.

That fucking nobody is John Wick.

Nobody throws me my guns and says run. Nobody.

Number one: since I wasn't hungry, but thirsty, and number two: they was free? I must've drank me about 15 Dr. Peppers

Do you mind if we dance wif yo dates?

"Yeah, I'm drunk and you're crazy". "Tomorrow I'll be sober and you'll still be crazy".

W.C. Fields.

What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?

"What we have here is failure to communicate."

My, my, my. Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains!

I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. I don’t like them myself. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings.


Is that any of your business?
I could make it my business.
I could make your business mine.
Oh, you wouldn’t like it. The pay’s too small

I fart in your general direction.

I'm not dead, yet.

Run away! Run away!

A rabbit?!

Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy.

And I'm Ron Burgundy. Go fuck yourself, San Diego.
Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

We bad, we bad.

What's the matter Colonel Sanders, chicken?

Yo Macklin, great party, but no whiskey, we go home now.

Ow, you fat penguin.

Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.

Good, bad I'm the guy with the gun.

I think I'll. Have that Chesterfield now.

"Please can we just calm the fuck down!"

"did IQ's drop sharply while I was away?"

"Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right."

"I'll have what she's having."

"Ever notice how once in a while you come across somebody you shouldn't have fucked with? That's me."

BLAM!!

Anybody else wanna negotiate?

Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'.

This. Is. My. BOOMSTICK!

I am a leaf on the wind...watch how I soar.

Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler.

Raspberry. Only one man would DARE give me the raspberry.

And just like that....he's gone.

Sometimes you just gotta say "What the fuck!" and take a chance.

A man can be an artist ... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasey's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece. I have nothing else to say.