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John Ryder (Character)
from The Hitcher (1986)

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The Hitcher (2007)
[from trailer]
John Ryder: Strangers think I'm trustworthy
Jim Halsey: Aren't you?
John Ryder: ...no...

John Ryder: [points to Grace] She's a good looking girl... how long have you been fucking her?
Jim Halsey: What?
John Ryder: It's a simple question.
Jim Halsey: [Jim see's John's wedding ring] How long have you been fucking your wife?
John Ryder: I'm not married.
Jim Halsey: Then what's with the ring?
John Ryder: Makes strangers think I'm trustworthy.
Jim Halsey: Are you?
John Ryder: No...
[John destroys Jim's cell phone]

Grace Andrews: Please! Stop!
John Ryder: I can't...

Buford's Store Clerk: [points John out to Jim] Hey, think this was the guy having the car trouble?
John Ryder: [to Jim] That was you?
Jim Halsey: Yeah man... sorry about that
John Ryder: Don't worry about it... I wouldn't pick me up either

[from trailer]
Jim Halsey: What do you want?
John Ryder: I want you to say four little words: I... Want... To... Die

Trooper: Put that gun down. PUT THAT GUN DOWN, GOD DAMNIT!
Grace Andrews: I can't. Please! Don't take him, please! W'ere so sorry... PLEASE!
Trooper: Gun down NOW!
Grace Andrews: No!
John Ryder: You useless waste!

[last lines]
[after Grace shoots John repeatedly in his bulletproof vest]
John Ryder: Feels good, doesn't it?
Grace Andrews: I don't feel anything.
[Grace shoots John in the head, and walks away]

Grace Andrews: [while getting felt up] You're making me horny.
John Ryder: [Surprising Grace] You're making me fucking horny, you cunt!
Grace Andrews: Fuck you!
[Hits Ryder with a lamp]
John Ryder: Bitch!

John Ryder: Feels good, doesn't it?
Grace Andrews: I don't feel a thing.

John Ryder: So, how long have you been fucking her?
Jim Halsey: Excuse me?

[last lines, after Grace shoots John repeatedly in his bulletproof vest]
John Ryder: Feels good, doesn't it?
Grace Andrews: I don't feel anything.
[Grace shoots John in the head, and walks away]

John Ryder: I can't...

John Ryder: [after grabbing Jim in the Jail cell] You scream like a little bitch!

John Ryder: Living on the edge of a broken dream. Live to live another day.


The Hitcher (1986)
Interrogation Sergeant: What's your name? Come on. What's your name? Do you have a name? Do you have a police record? Where are you from?
John Ryder: Disneyland.

John Ryder: Gas stations have cigarettes.
Jim Halsey: What about gas?
John Ryder: I don't need gas.
Jim Halsey: What do you want?
[John starts laughing]
Jim Halsey: What's so funny?
John Ryder: That's what the other guy said.
Jim Halsey: What other guy?
John Ryder: That guy back there, the one we just passed. The guy who picked me up before you did.
Jim Halsey: That was him in there?
John Ryder: Sure it was. He couldn't have walked very far.
Jim Halsey: Why's that?
John Ryder: Because I cut off his legs... and his arms... and his head... and I'm going to do the same to you.

Jim Halsey: Look, I think you better get out now.
[Silence]
Jim Halsey: . The ride is over.
[Silence]
Jim Halsey: . Goodbye.
John Ryder: I'm going to sit here. And you're going to drive.

Jim Halsey: They'll catch you.
John Ryder: [Scoffs] Yeah... sure. So what?

John Ryder: How do you like "Shitsville"?

[John leaps into the police truck that Jim is driving]
John Ryder: Hi kid.

[John wants Jim to say, "I want to die"]
Jim Halsey: I don't know if I can say that.
John Ryder: Sure you can. Repeat after me. I...
Jim Halsey: I...
John Ryder: Want... want...
Jim Halsey: Want...
John Ryder: To...
Jim Halsey: To...
John Ryder: Die... Die.
Jim Halsey: I don't want to die!

John Ryder: You wanna know what happens to an eyeball when it gets punctured? Do you got any idea how much blood jets out of a guy's neck when his throat's been slit?

Jim Halsey: What do you want?
John Ryder: I want you to stop me.

Jim Halsey: Why are you doing this to me?
John Ryder: You're a smart kid... figure it out.