Falling Down Quotes

Gang Member #1: Whatcha doin', Mister?
Bill Foster: Nothing.
Gang Member #1: Yes, you are, you're trespassing on private property.
Bill Foster: Trespassing?
Gang Member #2: You're loitering too, man.
Gang Member #1: That's right, you're loitering too.

Bill Foster: I didn't see any signs.
Gang Member #1: [pointing at a piece of graffiti] Whatcha call that?
Bill Foster: Graffiti?
Gang Member #1: No, man. That's not fucking graffiti, that's a sign.
Gang Member #2: He can't read it, man.
Gang Member #1: I'll read

it for you. It says this is fucking private property. No fucking trespassing. This means fucking you.
Bill Foster: It says all that?
Gang Member #1: Yeah!
Bill Foster: Well, maybe if you wrote it in fucking English, I could fucking understand it.

Sergeant Prendergast: [trying to arrest Foster] Now, let's go meet some nice policemen. They're good guys. Come on, let's go.
Bill Foster: I'm the bad guy?
Sergeant Prendergast: Yeah.
Bill Foster: How'd that happen? I did everything they told me to. Did you know I build missiles? I helped to protect America.

You should be rewarded for that. Instead they give it to the plastic surgeons, y'know, they lied to me.
Sergeant Prendergast: Is that what this is about? You're angry because you got lied to? Is that why my chicken dinner is drying out in the oven? Hey, they lie to everyone. They lie to the fish. But that doesn't give you any special right to do what you did today. The only

that makes you special is that little girl.

Bill Foster: [disappointed with the burger he's been served] See, this is what I'm talking about. Turn around, look at that.
[he points at the picture of a much nicer burger on the menu board above the counter]
Bill Foster: You see what I mean? It's plump, it's juicy, it's three inches thick. Now, look at this sorry, miserable, squashed thing. Can

anybody tell me what's wrong with this picture?

Frank (Golfer): Hey, you there! What are you doing there?
Bill Foster: Just passing through.
Frank (Golfer): Nobody said you could play through! Get off my hole!
Jim (Golfer): Frank, Frank, he said he was passing through. Passing through.
Frank (Golfer): He's not even a member, look at

the way he's dressed, for Christ's sake! Would you get off my golf course?
Bill Foster: I am!
Frank (Golfer): Go back the way you came!
Jim (Golfer): Frank, Frank, listen, I don't like the looks of this guy. Leave him alone, will you?
Frank (Golfer): [getting worked up] Listen, what am I paying my

fucking dues for? This is my golf course! If I want to play here, I will play here, you understand? If he gets hit with my Titleist, that's his fucking problem!
Jim (Golfer): Don't yell at me, I'm just here playing with you.
Frank (Golfer): FORE!
[Foster ignores him and keeps walking]
Frank (Golfer): FORE!
[Frank

hits his ball, Foster ducks and falls to the ground to avoid getting hit by it. He pulls out a shotgun out of his bag]
Bill Foster: FINE! What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me with a golf ball? It's not enough you got all these beautiful acres fenced in for your little game, but you gotta kill me with a golf ball? You should have children playing here! You should have

families having picnics, you should have a goddamn petting zoo! Instead you've got these stupid electric carts for you old men with nothing better to do!
[he shoots their golf cart, it rolls down the hill. Frank clutches his chest and falls to the ground]
Jim (Golfer): Frank? Frank? What's wrong, Frank? Frank? Frank, are you OK?
Bill Foster:

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
Jim (Golfer): Oh my God! I gotta get some help!
[Jim runs off. Foster walks up to Frank, who is writhing on the ground, having a heart attack]
Bill Foster: What's wrong with you?
Frank (Golfer): [gasping] Heart...
Bill Foster: Your heart? Something's wrong with

your heart? Well, what can I do?
Frank (Golfer): Pills... pills...
Bill Foster: Pills? Where are your pills?
[Frank tries to say "cart" and points down the hill, Foster turns and sees the golf cart plunging into a water hazard]
Bill Foster: [smirking] Well, I guess you're out of luck, aren't you? Your little cart's

going to drown. Now aren't you sorry you didn't let me pass through your golf course?
Frank (Golfer): [wheezing, barely able to speak] My... golf... course...
Bill Foster: Yeah. And now you're going to die, wearing that stupid little hat. How does it feel?

Annoying Man at Phone Booth: Excuse me... Hey, EXCUSE ME. I don't know if you have noticed it or not, but there are other people waiting to use the phone here.
Bill Foster: There are?
Annoying Man at Phone Booth: Yeah.
Bill Foster: There's other people who want to use the phone?
Annoying Man at

Phone Booth: That's right, you selfish asshole.
Bill Foster: Well, that's too bad. Because you know what?
Bill Foster: [firing a submachine gun into the phone booth] I think it's out of order.

Bill Foster: I've passed the point of no return. Do you know what that is, Beth? That's the point in a journey where it's longer to go back to the beginning. It's like when those astronauts got in trouble. I don't know, somebody messed up, and they had to get them back to Earth. But they had passed the point of no return. They were on the other side of the moon and were out of

contact for like hours. Everybody waited to see if a bunch of dead guys in a can would pop out the other side. Well, that's me. I'm on the other side of the moon now and everybody is going to have to wait until I pop out.
Beth: The police are here.
Bill Foster: Did you know, Beth, that in some South American countries it's still legal to kill your

wife if she insults you?

Bill Foster: [talking to staff at a fast food restaurant] Why am I calling you by your first names? I don't even know who you are. I still call my boss "Mister", I worked for him for seven and a half years but I walk in here, all of a sudden, total stranger, I'm calling you Rick and Sheila like we're in some kind of AA meeting. I don't want to be your buddy, Rick. I just want a

little breakfast.
Sheila: Well, you can call me Miss Folsom if you want to.

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?

[the gang members try to get revenge on Foster with a drive-by shooting. It fails and they crash their car. Foster calmly walks up to the wreckage and kneels down by one of them who is lying injured on the ground]
Bill Foster: You missed.
[he picks up the gang member's Uzi and fires a shot]
Bill Foster: I missed too.
[he aims the Uzi at

the head of the gang member, who begs him not to shoot. He shoots him in the leg]
Bill Foster: There. You see? That's the concept. Take some shooting lessons, asshole.

Retirement Party Cop 1: [Prendergast is turning down a stripper party to chase D-FENS] What's the matter, Prendergast, you afraid of women, too?
Retirement Party Cop 2: Yeah, have you seen his wife?
Sergeant Prendergast: What did you say?
Det. Jones: Prendergast, we don't have time for this.
Sergeant Prendergast: You're

right!
[Punches the guy in the face, leaves]