Natural Born Killers Quotes
Two victims of traumatized childhoods become lovers and psychopathic serial murderers irresponsibly glorified by the mass media.
Old Indian: Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake."
Mickey: You'll never understand, Wayne. You and me, we're not even the same species. I used to be you, then I evolved. From where you're standing, you're a man. From where I'm standing, you're an ape. You're not even an ape. You're a media person. Media's like the weather, only it's man-made weather. Murder? It's pure. You're the one made it impure. You're buying and selling fear. You say "why?" I say "why bother?"
Mickey: The whole world's comin' to an end, Mal!
Mallory: I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us from heaven. And I see you ridin' a big red horse, and you're driving them horses, whippin' 'em, and the're spitting and frothing all 'long the mouth, and the're coming right at us. And I see the future, and there's no death, 'cause you and I, we're angels...
Mickey: I love you, Mal.
Mallory: I know you do baby, and I've loved you since the day we met.
Mallory: I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us from heaven. And I see you ridin' a big red horse, and you're driving them horses, whippin' 'em, and the're spitting and frothing all 'long the mouth, and the're coming right at us. And I see the future, and there's no death, 'cause you and I, we're angels...
Mickey: I love you, Mal.
Mallory: I know you do baby, and I've loved you since the day we met.
Dwight McClusky: Just how far do you think you're gonna get?
Mickey: Right out the front door!
Dwight McClusky: THAT WILL *NEVER HAPPEN!*
Mickey: It IS happenin'.
Dwight McClusky: I will personally hunt you down, blow the head off your fucking whore wife, AND PLANT YOUR SICK ASS IN THE GROUND ALL BY MYSELF!
Mickey: Another day, perhaps, but not today!
Mickey: Right out the front door!
Dwight McClusky: THAT WILL *NEVER HAPPEN!*
Mickey: It IS happenin'.
Dwight McClusky: I will personally hunt you down, blow the head off your fucking whore wife, AND PLANT YOUR SICK ASS IN THE GROUND ALL BY MYSELF!
Mickey: Another day, perhaps, but not today!
Napalatoni: Warden!
Dwight McClusky: Yes! What is it, Natapundi?
Napalatoni: Napalatoni!
Dwight McClusky: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR FUCKING NAME IS!
Napalatoni: Mickey and Mallory Knox are loose, Scagnetti's dead, and they're live on national TV!
Dwight McClusky: LIVE ON NATIONAL TV? JESUS HAROLD CHRIST ON A FUCKING RUBBER CRUTCH, IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?
Dwight McClusky: Yes! What is it, Natapundi?
Napalatoni: Napalatoni!
Dwight McClusky: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR FUCKING NAME IS!
Napalatoni: Mickey and Mallory Knox are loose, Scagnetti's dead, and they're live on national TV!
Dwight McClusky: LIVE ON NATIONAL TV? JESUS HAROLD CHRIST ON A FUCKING RUBBER CRUTCH, IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?
[the cops have Mickey and Mallory pinned down]
Mallory: You know what I say? I say... to hell with going back to our cells. Let's go out there, and run down the stairs, and go out in a hail of bullets. And then we'll die! And then we'll really be free.
Mickey: That's poetry. But we'll do that when all else fails.
Mallory: You know what I say? I say... to hell with going back to our cells. Let's go out there, and run down the stairs, and go out in a hail of bullets. And then we'll die! And then we'll really be free.
Mickey: That's poetry. But we'll do that when all else fails.
Wayne Gale: So tell me Mickey? Any regrets? I mean, three weeks, fifty people killed... not too cool Mickey.
Mickey: Fifty-two, but I don't a lot of time with regret. That's a wasted emotion.
Wayne Gale: Seriously you must have some regret. Rack your brain.
Mickey: Well, I wish that Indian hadn't got killed.
Mallory: [archive footage of the Indian's death] Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!
Wayne Gale: [looks at some files] One of your last victims.
Mickey: Man had a rattlesnake in the corner...
Mickey: Fifty-two, but I don't a lot of time with regret. That's a wasted emotion.
Wayne Gale: Seriously you must have some regret. Rack your brain.
Mickey: Well, I wish that Indian hadn't got killed.
Mallory: [archive footage of the Indian's death] Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!
Wayne Gale: [looks at some files] One of your last victims.
Mickey: Man had a rattlesnake in the corner...
Wayne Gale: What about your father how did he die? You were only ten years old and there's a lot of speculation.
Mickey: I didn't kill my father and I don't want to talk about it!
[starts to get angry and makes as if to jump up]
Mickey: .
Dwight McClusky: [leaps to his feet] Hey! Hey!
Wayne Gale: [to everyone around him] It's alright! It's alright!
[turns back to Mickey]
Wayne Gale: We'll just move on to something else.
Mickey: Please let's do.
Mickey: I didn't kill my father and I don't want to talk about it!
[starts to get angry and makes as if to jump up]
Mickey: .
Dwight McClusky: [leaps to his feet] Hey! Hey!
Wayne Gale: [to everyone around him] It's alright! It's alright!
[turns back to Mickey]
Wayne Gale: We'll just move on to something else.
Mickey: Please let's do.
[McClusky tackles an inmate]
Dwight McClusky: Put him in F Block for a month, then bring him to see me!
Jack Scagnetti: Jesus Christ, Dwight. You could be on "American Gladiators".
Dwight McClusky: Thirty minutes a day, just shake and roll it... doesn't take much. Someone goes for you, you go right for the throat, Jack.
Dwight McClusky: Put him in F Block for a month, then bring him to see me!
Jack Scagnetti: Jesus Christ, Dwight. You could be on "American Gladiators".
Dwight McClusky: Thirty minutes a day, just shake and roll it... doesn't take much. Someone goes for you, you go right for the throat, Jack.
[to Mallory]
Jack Scagnetti: Remember the last time you got fucked? What I want you to do is close your eyes, and remember the last time Mickey gave you the high hard one. You thinking about it? Good. Well you can forget it, 'cause it's never gonna happen again. Because when they get through with all the electroshock shit they got lined up for that cocksucker, ol' Mickey ain't gonna be worth a damn.
Jack Scagnetti: Remember the last time you got fucked? What I want you to do is close your eyes, and remember the last time Mickey gave you the high hard one. You thinking about it? Good. Well you can forget it, 'cause it's never gonna happen again. Because when they get through with all the electroshock shit they got lined up for that cocksucker, ol' Mickey ain't gonna be worth a damn.
[Guns aimed at each other]
Mickey: Looks like we got us a Mexican Standoff.
Jack Scagnetti: We've had this day from the beginning, huh, Mickey? Now slide that shotgun over here. Put your hands on your head and your head against the floor!
Mickey: Or what, you'll wound me? I could blow you in half and you know it.
Jack Scagnetti: I never wounded anything in my life. I got you locked right between the eyes, Mickey. I've had you locked from the jump, you phony!
Mickey: Looks like we got us a Mexican Standoff.
Jack Scagnetti: We've had this day from the beginning, huh, Mickey? Now slide that shotgun over here. Put your hands on your head and your head against the floor!
Mickey: Or what, you'll wound me? I could blow you in half and you know it.
Jack Scagnetti: I never wounded anything in my life. I got you locked right between the eyes, Mickey. I've had you locked from the jump, you phony!
