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Dick Ritchie: Clarence, do you have any idea how much coke you have here?
Clarence Worley: Nope. Tell me.
Dick Ritchie: I don't know, but it's a fuckin' lot.
Marty: He's askin' about Alabama.
Drexl Spivey: Where the fuck is that bitch?
Clarence Worley: She's with me.
Drexl Spivey: Who the fuck are you?
Clarence Worley: I'm her husband.
Drexl Spivey: [
Laughs] Well, that makes us practically related.
Clarence Worley: Well, he ain't so much a good guy as he is just a bad mother fucker. I mean, he gets paid by people to fuck guys up.
Clarence Worley: Eliot, do I look like a beautiful blonde with big tits and an ass that tastes like French vanilla ice cream?
Elliot: What?
Clarence Worley: I said do I look like a beautiful blonde with big big tits and an ass that tastes like French vanilla ice cream?
Elliot: No.
Clarence Worley: No. Okay, then why are you telling me all this bullshit, huh? You wanna fuck me?
Clarence Worley: I mean look at her. It looks like she fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
Clarence Worley: I always said, if I had to fuck a guy... I mean had to, if my life depended on it... I'd fuck Elvis.
Clarence Worley: If there's one thing this last week has taught me, it's better to have a gun and not need it than to need a gun and not have it.
Clarence Worley: I mean, she... she a four alarm fire or what?
Clarence Worley: I can't tell you... that was one of the best times I ever had. It was. But, you know, I knew something must be rotten in Denmark. There was no way you could like me that much. Man, I can't tell you how relieved I was when you took off your dress, you... you didn't have a dick.
Alabama: Stop being so fucking calm about all this.
Clarence Worley: Heeeellloooo baaabbbyyyy...
Clarence Worley: You're a whore ?
Alabama: I'm not a whore. I'm a call-girl. There's a difference, you know ?
Mentor: I gotta hand it to you Clarence.
Clarence Worley: I was cool?
Mentor: Naw man you were cooler than cool.
Alabama: Did I do my part okay?
Clarence Worley: Bamaloo you were perfect.
Alabama: Like a ninja?
Clarence Worley: Like a ninja.
Boris: Lee, this guy's...
Lee: Boris, please, I'm meeting people right now.
Clarence Worley: Uh, Mr. Donowitz.
Lee: Oh, Clarence, don't insult me, just call me Lee.
Boris: Lee.
Lee: Boris, shut the fuck up.
Clarence Worley: You just said you love me, now if I say I love you and just throw caution to the wind and let the chips fall where they may and you're lying to me I'm gonna fuckin' die.
[
having just gotten married]
Clarence Worley: Well, hello, Mrs. Worley.
Alabama: How do you do, Mr. Worley?
Clarence Worley: Top o' the mornin', Mrs. Worley.
Alabama: Bottom of the ninth, Mr. Worley. By the way, have you seen your lovely little wife today?
Clarence Worley: Are you speaking of my beautiful, charming, sexy wife, Mrs. Alabama Worley?
Alabama: Why, are there any others, Mr. Worley?
Clarence Worley: No, none for me.
[
they kiss]
Clarence Worley: [
Peeling out in reverse into oncoming traffic] We now return to Bullit already in progress.
[
first lines]
Clarence Worley: In Jailhouse Rock he was everything rockabilly's about. I mean, he is rockabilly. Mean, surly, nasty, rude. In that movie he couldn't give a fuck about nothing except rockin' and rollin', living fast, dying young and leaving a good-looking corpse.
Clarence Worley: It's nice to meet people with common interests, ain't it? Well, enough about the King, how 'bout... how 'bout you?
Lucy: How 'bout me what?
Clarence Worley: How 'bout you go to the movies with me tonight?
Lucy: What are we gonna see?
Clarence Worley: A Sonny Chiba triple feature. The Streetfighter, Return of the Streetfighter, and Sister Streetfighter.
Lucy: Who's Sonny Chiba?
Clarence Worley: Who is Sonny Chiba? He is... he is bar none, the greatest actor working in martial arts movies today.
Lucy: You wanna take me to a kung fu movie?
Clarence Worley: Three kung fu movies.