Dicky Quotes

Dr. King Schultz: [Turns to the four remaining slaves] Now, as to you poor devils. So as I see it, when it comes to the subject of what to do next, you gentlemen have two choices. One: once I'm gone, you could lift that beast off the remaining Speck, then carry him to the nearest town; which would be at least 37 miles back the way you came. Or two: you could unshackle yourselves,

take that rifle, put a bullet in his head, bury the two of them deep, and then make your way to a more enlightened area of this country. The choice is yours.
[Starts to ride off but stops to talk to the slaves again]
Dr. King Schultz: Oh! And on the off chance there are any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star is that one. Tata!
[Dr. Shultz rides

away with his horse and wagon; Django follows him on horseback but keeps watch of what the four other slaves do to Dicky Speck]
Dicky Speck: [the slaves watch both Shultz and Django walk away and all turn to Dicky Speck, who is lying on the ground wounded] Now, wait a minute, fellas! Let's talk about this!
[the black men start approaching him aggressively. One of the

men drops the lantern; the slaves each take off their blankets and a couple of them pick up sticks]
Dicky Speck: You gotta be reasonable in a situation like this!
[the slaves continue walking towards him, not saying a word. The man on the far right holds a rifle. Django watches and observes all of this]
Dicky Speck: I'm not a bad guy, I'm just

doing my job! Blueberry, didn't I give you my last apple? Tell you what, boys, take me to the doc in El Paso, and I'll get you your freedom.
[We hear the rifle cocking]
Dicky Speck: No... wait!
[the slaves shoot and kill Dicky Speck]

Jerry Maguire: [Narrating] Two days later at our corporate conference in Miami: a breakthrough, a breakdown? No, a breakthrough. I had so much to say and no one to listen and then it happened, an unexpected thing: I began writing what they call a "mission statement." Not a memo, a "mission statement", a suggestion for the future of our company. A night like this doesn't come

around very often. I seized it. What started out as one page slowly became twenty-five. Suddenly, I was my father's son again. I was remembering the simple pleasures of this job: how I ended up here out of law school, the way a stadium sounds when one of my players performs well on the field, the way we are meant to protect them in health and in injury. With so many clients we've forgotten what's

important. I wrote and wrote and wrote and I'm not even a writer. I was even remembering the original words of my mentor, the late, great Dicky Fox. Suddenly it was all clear: the answer was fewer clients and less money, giving more attention to them, caring for them, caring for ourselves. I'll be the first to admit it, what I was writing was somewhat "touchy feely". I didn't care, I had lost the

ability to bullshit. It was the me I always wanted to be. I put the mission statement into a bag and took it to a Copy Mat in the middle of the night, printed a hundred and ten copies. Even the cover looked like The Catcher in the Rye. I entitled it, "The Things We Think And Do Not Say: The Future of our Business."