Quotes

Lite: Put your seatbelt on, boy. I don't ride with anybody 'less they wear their seatbelt. It's one of my rules.

Bud: Okay. Have a nice day, Uh, night.

[to himself]

Bud: Night, day, doesn't mean shit.

Duke: The lights are growing dim Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am.

Otto: That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me.

Duke: Yeah, but it still hurts.

Kevin: There's fuckin' room to move as a fry cook. I could be manager in two years. King. God.

Miller: A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness.

Otto: You eat a lot of acid, Miller, back in the hippie days?

Miller: I'll give you another instance: you know how everybody's into weirdness right now?...

[Regarding tree-shaped air fresheners]

Miller: Find one in every car. You'll see.

Bud: Credit is a sacred trust, it's what our free society is founded on. Do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? I said, do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia?

Otto: They don't pay bills in Russia, it's all free.

Bud: All free? Free my ass. What are you, a fuckin' commie? Huh?

Otto: No, I ain't no commie.

Bud: Well, you better not be. I don't want no commies in my car. No Christians either.

Miller: The life of a repo man is always intense.

Miller: The more you drive, the less intelligent you are.

Reverend Larry: I DO want your money, because god wants your money.

Miller: John Wayne was a fag.

All: The hell he was.

Miller: He was, too, you boys. I installed two-way mirrors in his pad in Brentwood, and he come to the door in a dress.

Bud: It helps if you dress like a detective. Detective dress kinda square. If you look like a detective people are gonna think you're packing something.

Otto: Are you?

Bud: Am I what?

Otto: Packing something?

Bud: Only an asshole gets killed for a car.

Oly: You want some help with that beer, kid?

Otto: You're all repo men.

Oly: What if we are?

[Otto pours his entire beer on the floor]

Bud: [standing up] You know, kid, uh, usually when when someone pulls shit like that, my first reaction is, I wanna punch his fuckin' lights out. But you know something?

Bud and Oly: YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.

Motorcycle Cop: Whatcha got in the trunk?

J. Frank Parnell: Oh... You don't wanna look in there.

Leila: I'd torture someone in a second if it was up to me.

Napoleon: Hey buddy, how you doing, huh? Hey, don't you remember me? I was in here yesterday. Listen, I think I left a book o' matches over in your office over there. You wanna go check it out for me, huh?

Leila: Charming friends you've got there, Otto.

Otto: Thanks, I made 'em myself.

Leila: What if he's innocent?

Agent Rogersz: No one is innocent.

English Dustbin Lady: Hey. I know you. You're the one that run into my trash.

Otto: What happened to your old lady?

Bud: My old lady? Oh, shit, I forgot all about her. Well, she'll take the bus. She's a rock.

Otto: I ain't gonna be no repo man. No way.

Marlene: It's too late.

[hands him $25]

Marlene: You already are.

J. Frank Parnell: You ever feel as if your mind had started to erode?

Agent Rogersz: Good evening, Otto. This is Agent Rogersz. I'm going to ask you a few questions. Since time is short and you may lie, I'm going to have to torture you. But I want you to know, it isn't personal.

J. Frank Parnell: You don't even know what's in your own trunk! And you know what? I think you're afraid to find out!

Otto: Bud, listen to me, you're sitting in a car worth $20,0000 dollars. Look, if we turn it in, we'll slipt the money, 60/40, you and me.

Bud: [laughs] Who gets the 60 kid?

Otto: Well, I was figuring, since I found the car first that...

Bud: [Pulls out a gun]

Otto: That you get it.

Lagarto Rodriguez: ...yeah, well that's not the only thing, Marlene. This car is hot.

Marlene: What do you mean? Stolen?

Lagarto Rodriguez: No, I mean it's hot. Really hot.

Marlene: Hot?

Lagarto Rodriguez: Yeah! We're sweating like pigs, man.

Lite: You like music, listen to this. I was into these dudes before anyone. Wanted me to be their manager. I called bullshit on that. Managing a pop group is no job for a man.

Bud: [doing speed with Otto] Never broke into a car, never hotwired a car. Never broke into a truck. 'I shall not cause harm to any vehicle nor the personal contents thereof, nor through inaction let the personal contents thereof come to harm' It's what I call the Repo Code, kid!