Frederic Forrest credited as playing...
Surplus Store Owner
- Nick: [has revealed that he's a Nazi] We're the same, you and me. We're the same, don't you see?
- Bill Foster: We are not the same. I'm an American, you're a sick asshole.
- Nick, Surplus Store Owner: [showing D-Fens his selection of hiking boots] Let's see what we got. These here are the top of the line. Scientifically engineered and all that crap. Guaranteed by some Sierra Club asshole not to hurt a chipmunk IF you step on it! Personally, I think they're for pussies and
- [turns his head towards two homosexuals frequenting his store]
- Nick, Surplus Store Owner: FAGGOTS! Now THESE are Vietnam jungle boots. Cost you half as much, last you twice as long, and are great for stomping
- [turns his head towards the two again]
- Nick, Surplus Store Owner: QUEERS! 'Course when you're done you have to clean out the waffle with a stick, but what the hell, you can't have everything, right? Am I right or wrong?
- Nick: [after Foster calls him "a sick asshole" for being a Nazi] Fuck you! Who the fuck are you? Are you fucking with me?
- Bill Foster: I AM JUST DISAGREEING WITH YOU! In America, we have the freedom of speech! The right to disagree!
- Nick: Fuck you and your freedom!
- Nick: Give me your other hand.
- Bill Foster: I can't.
- Nick: Why not?
- Bill Foster: Gravity.
- Nick: Gravity? What the fuck does that mean?
- Bill Foster: I'll fall down.
- [Nick kick's Bill's knee, making him fall down]
- Nick: [looks through Foster's bag full of guns and takes out the snowglobe he bought for his daughter] What is this doing in there? Faggot shit!
- [he throws it]
- Bill Foster: NOOOOO!
- [it smashes to pieces]
- Nick: You want freedom? I'll give you fucking freedom.
- [Takes out some handcuffs]
- Nick: You're going to jail, faggot. How's that for freedom? Freedom to get fucked up the ass by some big buck nigger. Give me your other hand! He's gonna be right behind you. Just like this. You're gonna like that, won't you, you faggot fuck? Think about it.
- Nick, Surplus Store Owner: [looking at the knife he has just been stabbed with] This isn't one of mine.
- Nick: What kind of vigilante are you?
- Bill Foster: I am not a vigilante. I am just trying to get home to my little girl's birthday and if everybody'll stay out of my way, then nobody'll get hurt.
- Nick: Tell me something, why don't they call you guys officer-esses?
- Sandra: I beg your pardon?
- Nick: You know, like, uh... "actress". Like that?
- Sandra: Oh.
- Nick: Something to signify, uh... you know.
- Sandra: I guess they feel that a police officer is a police officer. Not a, uh... you know.
- Nick: Ahhh.
- Sandra: Thanks for your cooperation, sir.
- Nick: Sorry I couldn't be of more help, officer... ess!
- Nick, Surplus Store Owner: [after one of the homosexuals tips over a sunglass rack on Nick's counter, then leaves] FUCKING FAGGOTS! YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT? Jesus! Alternate lifestyle, my ass! Imagine what those pumpkins do with each other when they're alone! And what about the muff divers? Think about it!
- Nick: Listen. Tell me something. Why don't they call you guys... officer-esses?
- Sandra: I beg your pardon?
- Nick: You know, like actress? Like that? Something to signify... you know.
- Sandra: I guess they feel that a police officer is a police officer... not a... you know. Thanks for your cooperation, sir.
- Nick: Sorry I couldn't be of more help, officer-ess.