Road House (1989)
Patrick Swayze: Dalton
Dalton : I want you to be nice until it's time to not be nice.
Dalton : All you have to do is follow three simple rules. One, never underestimate your opponent. Expect the unexpected. Two, take it outside. Never start anything inside the bar unless it's absolutely necessary. And three, be nice.
Dalton : Take the biggest guy in the world, shatter his knee and he'll drop like a stone.
Dalton : Nobody ever wins a fight.
Emmett : It ain't the money ya understand, but if I don't charge ya somethin' the Presbyterians around here are likely to pray for my ruination. How does a hundred dollars a month strike ya?
Dalton : Fine.
Emmett : Can ya afford that much?
Dalton : If it keeps you in the good graces of the church.
Emmett : Ain't it peculiar how money seems to do that very thing?
Dalton : So, you play pretty good for a blind white boy.
Cody, Band Singer at Double Deuce : Yeah, and I thought you'd be bigger.
Wade Garrett : What's the matter? Still living in the past, aren't ya? We're a long way from Memphis.
Dalton : Memphis has nothing to do with it.
Wade Garrett : BULLSHIT. That dog won't hunt. I can't believe you're still draggin' that shit around with ya. It seems to me, you'd be a little more... philosophical about it. AND CUT IT THE FUCK LOOSE. You know, that fucking cu-... that *girl* never told you she was married. DID SHE? And when a man sticks a gun in yer face, you got two choices; you can die or you can KILL THE MOTHERFUCKER.
Dalton : People who really want to have a good time won't come to a slaughterhouse. And we've got entirely too many troublemakers here. Too many 40-year-old adolescents, felons, power drinkers and trustees of modern chemistry.
Doc : Your file says you've got a degree from NYU. What in?
Dalton : Philosophy.
Doc : Any particular discipline?
Dalton : No. Not really. Man's search for faith. That sort of shit.
Doc : Come up with any answers?
Dalton : Not too many.
Doc : How's a guy like you end up a bouncer?
Dalton : Just lucky I guess.
Red Webster : How long are you gonna be in town?
Dalton : Not very long.
Red Webster : That's what I said 25 years ago.
Dalton : Really? What happened?
Red Webster : I got married to an ugly woman. Don't ever do that. It just takes the energy right out of you. She left me, though. Found somebody even uglier than she was. That's life. Who can explain it?
Doc : Is this the part where you tell me what a great guy your friend is?
Wade Garrett : Not hardly. This is the part where I tell you I want you for myself.
Doc : [laughs]
Dalton : Oh, yo. Whatever he's saying, you can be fairly sure it's a lie.
Wade Garrett : [giving Dalton a look and her a longer look] Don't bet on it.
Frank Tilghman : I need the best.
Dalton : Wade Garrett's the best
Frank Tilghman : Wade Garrett's getting old.
Dalton : He's still the best!
Dalton : If somebody gets in your face and calls you a cocksucker, I want you to be nice. Ask him to walk. Be nice. If he won't walk, walk him. But be nice. If you can't walk him, one of the others will help you, and you'll both be nice. I want you to remember that it's a job. It's nothing personal.
Dalton : My way... or the highway.
Dalton : [after interrupting Denise's unsolicited striptease] If you're gonna have a pet, keep it on a leash.
Dalton : You got quite a little enterprise going here.
Pat McGurn : What?
Dalton : You're going through a bottle every 30 minutes, you're skimming the till for 6 shots a bottle. On drafts, 1 every 10.
Dalton : [to Tilghman] I figure he's costing you about 150 a night.
Pat McGurn : [smiles at Dalton] So?
Dalton : So consider it severance pay. TAKE THE TRAIN.
Pat McGurn : [to Tilghman] I didn't hear you say that.
Frank Tilghman : Well, I'm sayin' it now.
Pat McGurn : You sure?
Frank Tilghman : GET OUT.
Frank Tilghman : I got your plane ticket right here.
Dalton : I don't fly... too dangerous.
Cody, Band Singer at Double Deuce : Man, this toilet is worse than the one that we worked in Dayton.
Dalton : Really?
Cody, Band Singer at Double Deuce : Oh man, it's a mean scene around here, man. There's blood on the floor of this joint every night.
Dalton : Problem?
Pat McGurn : There's no problem. Just a little mistake, that's all.
Dalton : What's that?
Pat McGurn : My job. You don't get it, do you?
Dalton : Why don't you explain it to me?
Tinker : [ready to fight] I'LL EXPLAIN IT TO YOU.
O'Connor : [to Tinker] Hey, shut up, shithead.
O'Connor : Mr. Tilghman's changed his mind. And that's all you need to know, son.
Dalton : No, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to know a little bit more than that.
O'Connor : Mr. Tilghman may own this bar, but the liquor he serves is supplied to him by BRAD WESLEY. Now, Pat McGurn is in the employ of Mr Wesley, his uncle. Not Mr Tilghman.
Pat McGurn : You see, I'm stayin', and YOU'RE GOIN'.
Dalton : Oh, really?
Brad Wesley : [sees Dalton looking at a man's picture] My grandfather.
Dalton : Looks like an important man.
Brad Wesley : He was an asshole. But *you*, you're a smart boy, aren't you, Dalton? You're just not too realistic. Christ, I'm just like you. I came up the hard way, from the streets of Chicago. You know, when I came to this town after Korea there was nothing. I brought the mall here. I got the 7-Eleven. I got the Fotomat here. Christ, JC Penney is coming here because of me. You ask anybody, they'll tell you.
Dalton : You've gotten rich off of the people in this town.
Brad Wesley : [laughs] You bet your ass I have. And I'm gonna get richer. I believe we all have a purpose on this earth. A destiny. I have a faith in that destiny. It tells me to gather unto me what is mine. But, Christ, you get paid for beating people up. Tell me you don't love it. Of course you do. You wouldn't be human if you didn't.
Brad Wesley : Dalton, I have a cousin in Memphis. Tells me you killed a man down there. Tells me you said it was self-defense at the trial. But you and I know that isn't so, don't we?
Brad Wesley : [Dalton stands up and starts to get mad] Relax. Relax. Tell me, if I owned a bar and I wanted to clean it up, how much would it take to get you to come work for me?
Dalton : [defiantly] There's no amount of money.
Morgan : [pointing angrily at Dalton] If you're not drinking, YOU'RE outta here!
Carrie : [to Dalton] Hey, don't let him bother you. Morgan was born an asshole and just grew bigger.
Carrie : I'm Carrie Ann. If you need anything...
[taps him on the shoulder]
Carrie : ANYTHING, you just let me know.
Carrie : You got a name?
Dalton : Yeah.
Carrie : Well, what is it?
Dalton : Dalton.
Carrie : [laughing] Oh my God! Shit! I've heard of you!
Pat McGurn : [raps bar] Carrie Ann! What're you waiting for? Christmas? MOVE!
Carrie : [muttering] Ah shut up. I'm going. Jesus Christ.
Dalton : You play pretty good for a blind boy.
Cody, Band Singer at Double Deuce : And I thought you'd be bigger.
Frank Tilghman : It's a good night. Nobody died.
Dalton : It'll get worse before it gets better.
Frank Tilghman : [to the Double Deuce staff] Well, it was a good night. Nobody died.
Dalton : It'll get worse before it gets better.
Carrie : What did you do there last night?
Dalton : What do you mean?
Carrie : You fired the bartender, Pat.
Dalton : He was skimming.
Carrie : You should not have done that, Dalton.
Dalton : Yeah, why's that?
Carrie : You just shouldn't have, that's all.
Carrie : [hands him food] Here you go. Breakfast.
Dalton : Oh, thank you.
Carrie : [starts to giggle] Oh, my God.
Dalton : What is the joke?
Carrie : Well, there's no joke. I just think I'm lookin' at a dead man, though.
Dalton : It seems everywhere I go, I hear that same joke.
Carrie : Yeah? Well, something tells me you bring it on yourself.