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: I had to come all the way from the highway and byways of Tallahassee, Florida to MotorCity, Detroit to find my true love. If you gave me a million years to ponder, I would never have guessed that true romance and Detroit would ever go together. And til this day, the events that followed all still seems like a distant dream. But the dream was real and was to change our lives forever. I kept asking Clarence why our world seemed to be collapsing and things seemed to be getting so shitty. And he'd say, "that's the way it goes, but don't forget, it goes the other way too." That's the way romance is... Usually, that's the way it goes, but every once in awhile, it goes the other way too.
: Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
: Okey dokey doggie daddy.
: 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.
: You're a whore? Alabama
] I'm not a whore. I'm a call-girl. There's a difference, you know !
: Please shut up! I'm trying to come clean, okay? I've been a call-girl for exactly four days and you're my third customer. I want you to know that I'm not damaged goods. I'm not what they call Florida white trash. I'm a good person and when it comes to relationships, I'm one-hundred percent, I'm one hundred percent... monogamous.
: I'm gonna go jump in the tub and get all slippery and soapy and then hop in that waterbed and watch X-rated movies 'till you get your ass back in my lovn' arms.
: Did I do my part okay? Clarence Worley
: Bamaloo you were perfect. Alabama
: Like a ninja? Clarence Worley
: Like a ninja.
[Alabama walks into her room and sees Virgil sitting on a couch holding a shotgun
: Hi. Alabama
: Hi... cigarette? Virgil
: No... that's a very nice outfit. Alabama
: This? I got this in Las Vegas, Nevada.
: Alabama, where's our coke and where's Clarence, and when's he coming back? Alabama
: I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong room. My name is Saddie. We don't have any coke but there's a Pepsi machine down the hall. I don't know anybody named Clarence but perhaps my husband does. You can ask him because he'll be home any minute. He plays football. He's just at a... practice.
[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.
: Where's my coke, where's Clarence, and when's he coming back? Alabama
: ...Fuck You.
: ...and all I could think was-you're so cool!