Truck Turner (1974)
Isaac Hayes: Truck
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Quotes
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Truck Turner : Anybody ask you what happened, tell 'em you been hit by a truck: Mac 'Truck' Turner!
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Truck Turner : [yawns as he's getting dressed; to Frances, Annie's cat] Oh, Frances. Frances, I've forgot to feed ya last night. I'm sorry about that.
[Truck looks in the mirror and finds that Frances peed on his shirt by a wet stain on his right side. Truck smells it and become cross]
Truck Turner : [angry at Frances] You pissed on my shirt! My last goddamned shirt. You fuck-ass son-of-a-bitch. Get your ass off of there!
[shoves Frances off his bureau]
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Truck Turner : You Dorinda?
Dorinda : Who want to know?
Truck Turner : Since I'm asking, it must be me.
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[Moments after he shot Reno dead, Truck and Annie head to Truck's apartment]
Annie : Truck, talk to me. Do you know him?
Truck Turner : I told ya, I don't know him.
Annie : Well, then why were they shooting at us?
Truck Turner : I don't know, but I'll find out. I'm gonna find out.
[Truck opens the door and, shocked, both he and Annie sees Harvard Blue on the couch cuddling Frances the cat. Annie screams and hides in front of Truck; Truck pulls out his revolver]
Truck Turner : [to Annie] Come on in. Come on, close the door.
[to Harvard]
Truck Turner : What do ya want, man?
Harvard Blue : Checkin' you out, "man".
Truck Turner : What is all this shootin' shit outside?
Harvard Blue : [Chuckles as he stands up] The sky's about to open on your head. Better retire. Take a vacation. Lay on a beach for about 90 years.
Truck Turner : [cocks hammer] You've got ten seconds. One, two, three, four five, six, seven...
Harvard Blue : [leaves] Be cool, pussy.
Truck Turner : ...eight.
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Dorinda : You don't look like cops, but you smell like trouble.
Truck Turner : Trouble, me? If I was, I wouldn't stand a chance with you, Mama.
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Jerry : You didn't get shit!
Truck Turner : Just follow the bouncing ball, nigger.
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Truck Turner : You hurt?
Jerry : No, I'm indestructible! Hey man, it looks like we get a bonus.
Truck Turner : Yeah.
[the topless blonde storms out of Gator's hideout. Enraged, she stabs Jerry in the shoulder with a pair of scissors. Jerry collapses. Truck jumps off a garage and charges at the blonde, who backs away scared. Truck then knocks her out unconscious]
Truck Turner : Bitch!
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Desmond : [Truck grabs a valuable statue of Desmond's] Easy! That thing cost me a lot of zuzu's, you dig?
Truck Turner : This ain't my year. Here's a pimp, patio full of whores.. I'm the one getting fucked... nah!
[smashes the statue]
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Truck Turner : He still thinks that women in Tahiti walk around with their tits hangin' out.
Nate Dinwiddie : That's right! That's where I'm going to retire.
Truck Turner : Man, Tahiti's just like Miami Beach.
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Judge Advocate : Have you ever been in combat? Do you know what kind of hell that is?
Truck Turner : No, man. I'm a faggot.
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Truck Turner : Jerry, how come your old lady don't like me?
Jerry : Hey, man, Truck, you got to understand, she's a no class broad and you a gross son of a bitch. Naturally, she don't like you.
Truck Turner : Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah.
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[Truck and Annie return from the hospital to see Truck's apartment ransacked by Harvard Blue's "insurance company" mob. Seconds later, they both see Annie's cat, Frances, hung to death]
Annie : [screams in horror; sobbing] Truck, they got Frances! TRUCK, THEY GOT FRANCES!
Truck Turner : Come on. Come on, there's nothing you can do for the cat.
Annie : [wails] Truck...
Truck Turner : Let's go. Let's get outta here.
[Truck grabs Annie and they leave the ransacked apartment]
Annie : [sobbing continues] Oh, God! Oh!
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[At Gator's hideout, the phone is ringing as Gator loads bullets into his gun]
Stalingrad : Gator, aren't you gonna answer it?
Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : [yells] That's your job. Pick up that goddamn telephone, you dumb bitch!
Stalingrad : [answers the phone] Hello?
[to Gator]
Stalingrad : I think it's for you.
Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : For me? How the hell could it be for me?
[snatches the receiver]
Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : Jive-ass broad. Speak! Hey man, what the hell you doing calling me here? You know better than to call me here!
Druggist : [inside the phone booth with Truck] Sorry, man. But... I've got some dynamite stuff here.
Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : Yeah, but why are you calling me here?
Druggist : I've got it, man! Understand?
Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : Listen, is anybody with you?
Truck Turner : [to the Druggist] Tell him to let you in.
Druggist : That's it, let me in.
Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : [furious] I'm gonna slit your throat, you jive-ass sucker! How much time do I got?
Druggist : It's worse than that...
Truck Turner : [takes the receiver and hangs up] That's it.
Druggist : But what about me?
Truck Turner : What about you?
[Truck gives a karate kick to the druggist]
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Truck Turner : [entering the salon] If ya want to find a rooster, ya got to check out the hens.
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Jerry : One of these days you're gonna break your neck. Why don't you buy yourself some?
Truck Turner : Shit. The last time I listened to you, they put penicillin in my ass.
Jerry : Well, everybody gets is once.
Truck Turner : Some, twice. Anyway, my old lady gets out tomorrow and I can wait.
Jerry : Yeah, man, you gonna be deep walkin' into that for *days*.
Truck Turner : You got that right, my man. All the way to the goal.
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Jerry : Hear what JG called my old lady?
Truck Turner : What?
Jerry : A jive ass broad.
Truck Turner : Can you blame him?
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Dave : You two are cops?
Truck Turner : Skip tracers. He jump bail, we got to bring him in.
Dave : We got us a couple of ne-gro bounty hunters here!
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Truck Turner : Go play with yourself redneck!
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Annie : I'm doin' this time. I ain't lettin' it do me.
Truck Turner : That's my girl. Don't let this bullshit get you down.
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Truck Turner : Court certified copy of a bail bond and authorization to surrender on a pervert named Garrity. You're name Garrity?
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Truck Turner : Get the grease out your ass, man!
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Truck Turner : Look, man, the woman dig me and I dig her and I ain't cuttin' her loose for nobody.
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Truck Turner : Say, man, do you know what it will cost you if you don't get him? You ain't got nobody else to turn to but us. So, you shit - or get off the pot.
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Jerry : [holding the Druggist out the window] You just got one chance left now. Come on.
Truck Turner : That's right. Grow wings, superbly. Grow wings.
Druggist : No, wait!
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Dorinda : Look, man, I told you Gator ain't here.
Truck Turner : Where is he?
Dorinda : He's in Alaska, huntin' polar bears.
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Annie : You know my name?
Truck Turner : I'm sorry I'm late but I had to cash a check.
Annie : Sh... You could have brought some flowers.
Truck Turner : I got some beer!
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Annie : I spend 30 days in that joint and you come to visit me five times.
Truck Turner : Six!
Annie : And now you wanna give me drink beer and screw me. Right?
Truck Turner : All right. All right. All right. We'll stop and get somethin' to eat first. Okay?
Annie : You could at least tell me you love me.
Truck Turner : I do love you, baby. Can't you tell?
Annie : Yeah, I can smell it on your breathe.
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Annie : The last job I had, baby, I had to drop the fuckin' typewriter on the supervisors foot. He kept puttin' his hands all over me.
Truck Turner : Yeah. Yeah, I heard all that.
Annie : Now, he fired me. Said it was my fault.
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Truck Turner : Look, you can't do shit in jail but look at the four walls, walk in a circle and fight off them butches. Is that what you want?
Annie : How come you dig me so much?
Truck Turner : Now, what makes you think I dig you?
[pinches Annie's behind]
Annie : Ouch!
Truck Turner : Come here.
Annie : Get away from me you freak!
Truck Turner : Bring your ass here. Come here. Come here!
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Truck Turner : You open this Goddamn gate or you gonna get the biggest enema of your life. Now, open it!
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Truck Turner : You Desmond?
Desmond : That depends.
Truck Turner : Ah-huh. None of these bitches hung, so, I guess that leaves you.
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Truck Turner : If you don't tell me where that son of a bitch is, this bitch is gonna deep throat this six-inch barrel.
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Truck Turner : [visiting Nate in the hospital] Hey, some people will do anything to go on vacation, you know that.
Nate Dinwiddie : Yeah.
Truck Turner : Now, if you want to see those tits in Tahiti, you try to get plenty of rest so you can get well now.
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Garrity : Why you shuffle-footed and over-grown coons!
Truck Turner : Open your mouth one more time and I'm gonna kick your teeth down your throat.
Garrity : You a big man while I got these cuffs on, ain't you, nigger.
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Jerry : Man, you an unclean muthafucker.
Truck Turner : What?
Jerry : You smell like piss!
Truck Turner : Hey, nigger, I ain't no slob.
Jerry : Ain't nobody callin' you a slob. You just a foul smellin' nigger.
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Fogarty : I got a real easy one here. You're going to like this. The guys name is Richard Leroy Johnson, also known as Gator. His last known address is a vacant lot. The bail is $30,000, he jumped it as of noon yesterday. I don't think anybody can get him but you guys. So, if you bring him home, you have yourself 250 bucks a piece.
Truck Turner : He's got two priors.
Fogarty : So?
Truck Turner : So, $800
Fogarty : $800 for a lousy nigger! What a minute, the guys just a lousy pimp!
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Desmond's Guard : [Truck arrives at Desmond's place] Christ!
Truck Turner : Is Desmond in?
Desmond's Guard : Why?
Truck Turner : I'm a friend of his mother's.
Desmond's Guard : Yeah? What's her name?
Truck Turner : Miss Ann.
Desmond's Guard : [attempts to keep Truck back] You can do better than that, delivery boy.
Truck Turner : [yells] Now, look! Don't be no goddamn problem.
Desmond's Guard : No problem...
[the guard starts a fight, but Truck gets the upper hand. He then shoves the guard against the gate, holding him at gunpoint]
Truck Turner : [furious] If you don't open this gate, you're gonna get the biggest enema of your life! Now OPEN IT!
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Red bikini whore : [notices Truck Turner inside Desmond's compound] How did you get in here?
Truck Turner : You Desmond?
Desmond : That depends.
Truck Turner : Uh-huh. And none of these bitches hung, so I guess that leaves you.
Desmond : What do you want?
Truck Turner : Where's Blue, your partner?
Desmond : I don't have a partner named Blue
[Truck grabs an expensive statue]
Desmond : Easy! That thing cost me a lot of zoo zoos, you dig?
Truck Turner : This ain't my year. Here's a pimp, patio full of whores and I'm the one getting fucked. Nah!
[Truck drops the statue, smashing it]
Truck Turner : Now where'd you say Blue was?
Desmond : I have no idea.
[Truck grabs the red bikini whore and pulls out his .44 Magnum revolver; shoves the gun into her mouth]
Truck Turner : Where is he?
Desmond : It's only money, man.
Truck Turner : If you don't tell me where that sumbitch is, this bitch is gonna deep-throat this 6-inch barrel.
Desmond : Wait!
Truck Turner : Where?
Desmond : Glass house in the hills. 2170 Sierra.