Chewed Quotes

Elijah Price: I've studied the form of comics intimately. I've spent a third of my life in a hospital bed... with nothing else to do but read. I believe comics are our last link... to an ancient way of passing on history. The Egyptians drew on walls. Countries all over the world still pass on knowledge through pictorial forms. I believe comics are a form of history... that someone

somewhere felt or experienced. Then of course those experiences and that history... got chewed up in the commercial machine, got jazzed up... made titillating, cartooned for the sale rack. This city has seen its share of disasters. I watched the aftermath of that plane crash. I watched the carnage of the hotel fire. I watched the news waiting to hear a very specific combination of words... but

they never came. Then one day I saw a news story about a train accident... and I heard them. "There is a sole survivor... and he is miraculously unharmed." I have something called Osteogenesis Imperfecta. It's a genetic disorder. I don't make a particular protein very well and it makes my bones very low in density... very easy to break. I've had 54 breaks in my life... and I have the tamest

version of this disorder, type one. There are type two, type three, type four. Type fours don't last very long. So that's how it popped into my head. If there is someone like me in the world... and I'm at one end of the spectrum... couldn't there be someone else... the opposite of me at the other end? Someone who doesn't get sick, who doesn't get hurt like the rest of us? And he probably doesn't

even know it. The kind of person these stories are about. A person put here to protect the rest of us. To guard us.

Linsky: I made a mistake. I mean, you can still use me, just, just tell me how to fix...
The Zec: To survive. Don't say "fix it," because you can't. We covered up the one mess. You made another.
Linsky: All right. You're right. You're right. You're absolutely right. I'm sorry. Just, tell me what I have to do.
The

Zec: I was in prison in Siberia. I spent my first winter wearing a dead man's coat. A hole in one pocket. I chewed these fingers off before the frostbite could turn to gangrene. These I gave up to avoid working in the sulfur mine. That is how I survived when so many others did not. A man this rare can always be of use. So show me. Show me you are rare. Show me you'll do anything to

survive.
Linsky: I don't understand.
The Zec: The fingers from your left hand.
Linsky: Have you... Have you got a knife?
The Zec: Did I have a knife in Siberia?
Linsky: No... Come on, you've, you've got to be kidding.
The Zec: You can do it. Show me.

Linsky: [tries to chew his thumb off] Christ! Can't! I can't.
The Zec: Always the bullet.
Linsky: I can't!
The Zec: I don't understand.
[Charlie shoots Linsky]

Hank Evans: [after Dickie gets knocked out] Oh, your golf buddy?
Irene P. Waters: Yeah.
Hank Evans: Well, I hope he doesn't mind if I play through.
Irene P. Waters: Knock it off, Hank!
Hank Evans: Okay, turn around. I'll play the back nine.
Irene P. Waters: Stop

it.
Hank Evans: C'mon. He couldn't have chewed up the greens that badly.
Irene P. Waters: Get away from me!
Hank Evans: Whoa!
Irene P. Waters: He hasn't played the course in a long time, okay? It was Charlie who was putting.
Hank Evans: Charlie?
Irene P.

Waters: Yeah, that's right. He may not be long off the tee, but he's got a pretty good up and down game.
Hank Evans: [Frustrated] What the hell is that suppo- Could we just speak English for a second here?

Kid Outside Halls of Justice: [a car that the bikers demolished earlier has been towed to the Halls of Justice]
Kid Outside Halls of Justice: Hey Mister! What happened to the car?
Bubba Zanetti: What do you think happened?
Kid Outside Halls of Justice: Looked like it was chewed up and spat out.

Bubba Zanetti: Perhaps it's the result of an anxiety.

Inspector Douglas Todd: You mind telling me where the fuck you come off going undercover without authorization from me? What the fuck is this all about? You wanna play some fucking bullshit cowboy cop? Go do it in somebody else's precinct!
Axel Foley: Don't you wanna hear my side of the story?
Inspector Douglas Todd: What's your

fucking side of the story?
Axel Foley: Let's hear your side of the story.
Inspector Douglas Todd: Hey Axel, I'm not takin' anymore of this shit from you. You know how much this little stunt of yours is gonna cost this city?
Axel Foley: I don't think cost is the issue here, sir. I think the issue should be my blatant disregard

for proper procedure.
Inspector Douglas Todd: You damn right, wise ass! The mayor called the Chief, the Chief called the Deputy Chief, the Deputy Chief just chewed my ass out! You see I don't have any bit of it left, don't you? Where in the fuck did you get a truckload of cigarettes from anyway?
Axel Foley: From the Dearborn Hijacking.

Inspector Douglas Todd: From the Dearborn Hijacking? That fucking bust went down last week! That truck is supposed to be in the damn pound!
Jeffery: I tried to tell you.
Inspector Douglas Todd: Jeffery, this is none of your fucking business!
Jeffery: [Pointing to a random locker] This is not my locker!

Inspector Douglas Todd: Listen Axel, no more of these set ups, you understand? You're a good cop, and you got great potential, but you don't know every fucking thing. And I'm tired of taking the heat for your ass. One more time and you're out on the street. Do you understand me?
Axel Foley: Look, Boss, let me tell...
Inspector Douglas

Todd: [emphatically] Do you understand me?
Axel Foley: Yeah, I understand. Boss. The Chief ain't chew it all out. You still got a little ass there.
Inspector Douglas Todd: Don't fuck with me Axel! Not now! Go on. Go home.