Hard Times (1975)
Speed: Every town had somebody who thinks he's tough as a nickel steak; but, they all come to old Speed for the do-re-mi.
Jim Henry: I want to have a long talk with anybody bettin' against me.
Poe: [after the dispute with the Cajuns] A sorry spectacle, a poor example of Southern sportsmanship.
Chaney: [disarming Pettibon's thug] Now I have the gun.
Pettibon: I don't think you want to use it.
Chaney: [pistol whips Pettibon] That's one way, want to see another?
Speed: Well, you know Chick, like old momma said, next best thing to playing and winning is playing and losing.
Speed: [sniffing] You know, Chick, no matter what you do, you'll always smell like fish.
Speed: Chaney, I'd like you to meet my old friend Poe. He'll fix up your cuts, bruises - all sorts of good things.
Poe: I have two years of medical school to recommend me.
Chaney: Two years doesn't make a doctor.
Poe: Well, in my third year of studies a small black cloud appeared on campus; I left under it.
Speed: What he's trying to say is that he's a dyed-in-wool hophead.
Poe: I have a weakness for opium.
Chaney: That's a habit that's hard to quit.
Poe: Some are born to fail, others have it thrust upon them. Could I see your hands?
Gayleen Schoonover: [leaving the fight with the Cajuns] Come all this way to lose all of our money. Just breaks my heart.
Speed: Breaks my butt is what it breaks!
Chaney: Let's drive around the back country roads.
Speed: [making a toast] To the best man I know. To the Napoleon of southern sports: me.
Jim Henry: [Speed is being held hostage by Gandil's thugs] If things don't work out, who gets to do the job on him?
Card player: We take turns.
Jim Henry: Uh-uh. This time, I get to do it.
Speed: That's right; you ain't won one in a while, have you?
[grins at Jim Henry]
Speed: He really cleaned your clock, didn't he?
Chick Gandil: There's no point in avoiding this thing, you know; it's going to happen.
Street: He's right.
Chaney: You want it that much?
Street: I'm getting paid.
[Chaney turns away and goes back to his beer]
Street: I can always reach over and start things right now.
Chaney: [takes a swig of beer without looking at Street] Yeah, but you won't.
Street: You don't think so?
[Chaney finishes his beer and walks past Street to leave]
Chaney: You're not going to do it for free.
[Doty and Hammerman smashes Speed's car with a sledge hammer]
Speed: What the hell are you doin'! Heeey Doty, come on! Heeey! Nooo! Don't... please!
Hammerman: Is that okay, Doty?
Doty: Talk to him.
Hammerman: Mr. Le Beau says he's got some business with you. I don't want no trouble. Just you pay your debts.
Hammerman: Okay Mister.
[Hammerman smashes the car one last time, and they leave]
Pettibon: This has come as quite a setback for us; it was too easy.
Speed: Ain't nothin' in the rules about *easy*, Mr. Pettibon.
Chaney: [putting on his shirt] Anything wrong?
Pettibon: What's wrong, Mr. Chaney, is that you're too good. You're a ringer, Mr. Chaney.
Speed: Dammit, my man won fair and square; give us our money, goddammit!
Poe: [noticing several Cajuns walking up behind Pettibon] Steady on, Speed. These boys are not refined.
[notices one of the Cajuns has a pistol]
Poe: Somebody always brings a gun.
Speed: [being pulled toward the car by Poe and Gayleen] Oh, yeah! Well, the next time I come to this coonass place, I'm goin' to bring a gun!
Pettibon: [laughing] You do that, Speed; just make sure it's a great big one.
[to his men]
Pettibon: That's how it's done.