Jay Sebring: Is everybody okay?
Rick Dalton: Well... the fuckin' hippies aren't. That's for goddamn sure.
Cliff Booth: Oh, I know you. I know all three of you! Yeah, Spahn Ranch! Spahn Ranch, yeah! Woo!
[turns to Katie]
Cliff Booth: I don't know your name, but I remember that hair.
[turns to Sadie]
Cliff Booth: And you, I remember your white little face.
[turns to Tex]
Cliff Booth: And you
were on a horsey! Yeah... you are?
Tex: I'm the Devil. And I'm here to do the Devil's business.
Cliff Booth: ...Nah, it was dumber than that. Something like Rex.
Sadie: God, shoot him, Tex!
Cliff Booth: Tex!
Rick Dalton: What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?
Rick Dalton: [during a scene in "The 14 Fists of McCluskey" when his character burns several Nazis alive with a flamethrower] Anybody order fried sauerkraut? Burn, you Nazi bastards! Ha ha ha!
Allen Kincade: So, uh, Rick, explain to the audience exactly what it is a stunt double does.
Rick Dalton: Well, actors are required to do a lot of dangerous stuff. Say Jake Cahill gets shot off his horse. Now, can I fall off a horse? Yes, I can. Yes, I have.
[all three chuckle]
Rick Dalton: But say I fall off wrong and I
sprain my wrist or twist my ankle. Now, that can put an undue burden on the production because now maybe I can't work for a week. So Cliff here is meant to help carry the load.
Allen Kincade: Is that, uh, how you'd describe your job, Cliff?
Cliff Booth: What, carrying his load? Yeah, that's about right.
Janet: [to Cliff, angry] Get the wardrobe off, get your shit and get fucked!
Randy: Janet!
Janet: What?
Randy: I will handle this!
Janet: Then fucking handle it, Randy!
Randy: [to Cliff, calmly] Cliff, get the wardrobe off, get your shit and get off the lot.
Pussycat: Want me to suck your cock while driving?
Cliff Booth: [thinks for a bit] How old are you?
Pussycat: What?
Cliff Booth: How old are you?
Pussycat: Wow, man. First time anybody asked that in a long time.
Cliff Booth: What's the answer?
Pussycat: Okay, we gonna play kiddie games? Eighteen. Feel better?
Cliff Booth: You got some I.D., you know, like, a driver's license or something?
Pussycat: [laughing] Are you joking?
Cliff Booth: No, I'm not. I need to see something official that verifies that you're eighteen, which you don't have because
you're not.
Pussycat: Talk about a bring-down bummer, dude. Not you.
Cliff Booth: Yeah.
Pussycat: Obviously, I'm not too young to fuck you, but obviously, you are too old to fuck me.
Cliff Booth: What I'm too old to do is go to jail for poon tang. Prison tried to get me all my life, ain't got me yet.
Day it does, it won't be because of you. No offense.