The Devil's Rejects Quotes
The murderous, backwoods Firefly family take to the road to escape a vengeful police force which is not afraid of being as ruthless as their target.
Captain J.T. Spaulding: What's the matter, kid? Don't ya like clowns?
Jamie: [shakes his head, crying] No...
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Why? Don't we make ya laugh? Aren't we fuckin' funny? You best come up with an answer, cos I'm gonna come back here and check on you and your momma and if you ain't got a reason why you hate clowns, I'm gonna kill your whole fucking family.
Jamie: [continues crying] Please...
Captain J.T. Spaulding: All right, now get your fuckin' ass out the car. Go on. Yayayayayaya!
[Spaulding starts laughing]
Jamie: [shakes his head, crying] No...
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Why? Don't we make ya laugh? Aren't we fuckin' funny? You best come up with an answer, cos I'm gonna come back here and check on you and your momma and if you ain't got a reason why you hate clowns, I'm gonna kill your whole fucking family.
Jamie: [continues crying] Please...
Captain J.T. Spaulding: All right, now get your fuckin' ass out the car. Go on. Yayayayayaya!
[Spaulding starts laughing]
Marty Walker: That goddamn fucking Elvis Presley
Sheriff John Wydell: What did you say about the King?
Marty Walker: I said he died three days before Grouch...
[Wydell grabs Walker]
Sheriff John Wydell: Son, if you ever say another derogatory word about Elvis Aron Presley in my presence again, I will kick the living shit out of you!
Sheriff John Wydell: What did you say about the King?
Marty Walker: I said he died three days before Grouch...
[Wydell grabs Walker]
Sheriff John Wydell: Son, if you ever say another derogatory word about Elvis Aron Presley in my presence again, I will kick the living shit out of you!
Otis B. Driftwood: I want you to pray to your god. I want you to pray that he comes and saves you. I want lightning to come and crash down upon my fucking head!
Roy Sullivan: I will pray... Jesus...
Otis B. Driftwood: Louder!
Roy Sullivan: Bless the bunnies, bless the little birds, bless the...
Otis B. Driftwood: I don't feel anything!
Roy Sullivan: Bless the springtime morning...
Otis B. Driftwood: ooo aaah I feel it! Oh great god almighty I repent, I repent! Oh I feel the love of the god, god, god almighty! Oh the holy spirit is in my body.
Roy Sullivan: I will pray... Jesus...
Otis B. Driftwood: Louder!
Roy Sullivan: Bless the bunnies, bless the little birds, bless the...
Otis B. Driftwood: I don't feel anything!
Roy Sullivan: Bless the springtime morning...
Otis B. Driftwood: ooo aaah I feel it! Oh great god almighty I repent, I repent! Oh I feel the love of the god, god, god almighty! Oh the holy spirit is in my body.
Baby: [in the motel room] So what do you wanna do?
[Gloria shakes head]
Wendy Banjo: Help!
[screams from a window in the bathroom]
Baby: I knew that fucking cunt would do something stupid! Shut up! Open the fucking door! Open the goddamn door!
Gloria Sullivan: [pulls a gun on Baby] Hold it!
Wendy Banjo: [continues screaming after breaking the window] Somebody help me!
Baby: [back to motel room] What are you gonna do? Shoot me? What did I ever really do to you?
[holding a knife behind her back]
Gloria Sullivan: I swear I'll do it! I'll kill you!
Baby: Why would you wanna kill me? I'm your only hope. My brother's fucking crazy, you've seen him.
Gloria Sullivan: [Yells to Wendy from the room] Wendy it's all right! Come on out!
[Baby plunges the knife into Gloria's chest]
Gloria Sullivan: [Gloria drops to her knees and pulls the knife out from her chest]
Baby: [pulls down jeans and shows her rear] Go ahead, shoot me. Shoot me right on the ass!
[Gloria pulls the trigger, but the gun is empty]
Baby: Stupid cunt. There ain't no bullets in this thing. It's all fucking mind power.
[Gloria shakes head]
Wendy Banjo: Help!
[screams from a window in the bathroom]
Baby: I knew that fucking cunt would do something stupid! Shut up! Open the fucking door! Open the goddamn door!
Gloria Sullivan: [pulls a gun on Baby] Hold it!
Wendy Banjo: [continues screaming after breaking the window] Somebody help me!
Baby: [back to motel room] What are you gonna do? Shoot me? What did I ever really do to you?
[holding a knife behind her back]
Gloria Sullivan: I swear I'll do it! I'll kill you!
Baby: Why would you wanna kill me? I'm your only hope. My brother's fucking crazy, you've seen him.
Gloria Sullivan: [Yells to Wendy from the room] Wendy it's all right! Come on out!
[Baby plunges the knife into Gloria's chest]
Gloria Sullivan: [Gloria drops to her knees and pulls the knife out from her chest]
Baby: [pulls down jeans and shows her rear] Go ahead, shoot me. Shoot me right on the ass!
[Gloria pulls the trigger, but the gun is empty]
Baby: Stupid cunt. There ain't no bullets in this thing. It's all fucking mind power.
Baby: Just in case anyone's interested, I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles.
Otis: [in a mocking tone] "I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles."
Baby: Don't you fucking imitate me, it's fucking rude!
[mocking]
Baby: "I know what I know and I know I don't like that nut sack... "
Otis: Fuck you.
Baby: Fuck you!
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you?
Otis: Yes, it is going to kill me! I have calculated the time, and two seconds is the exact amount of time that is a hazard to my fucking health.
Baby: What the fuck is your problem? I'm in and out in two seconds!
Captain J.T. Spaulding: You know? I think I'm gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity.
Baby: Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good!
Otis: [in a mocking tone] "I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles."
Baby: Don't you fucking imitate me, it's fucking rude!
[mocking]
Baby: "I know what I know and I know I don't like that nut sack... "
Otis: Fuck you.
Baby: Fuck you!
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you?
Otis: Yes, it is going to kill me! I have calculated the time, and two seconds is the exact amount of time that is a hazard to my fucking health.
Baby: What the fuck is your problem? I'm in and out in two seconds!
Captain J.T. Spaulding: You know? I think I'm gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity.
Baby: Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good!
[to Mother Firefly]
Sheriff John Wydell: You listen to me, and you listen good! I am gonna kill every member of your family! I'm gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I'm gonna skin em' alive! They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every last victim! They're gonna crawl on on their hands and knees, and they're gonna beg me for mercy! But all I'm gonna have for them is pain! Pain and death!
Sheriff John Wydell: You listen to me, and you listen good! I am gonna kill every member of your family! I'm gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I'm gonna skin em' alive! They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every last victim! They're gonna crawl on on their hands and knees, and they're gonna beg me for mercy! But all I'm gonna have for them is pain! Pain and death!
Sheriff John Wydell: What's going on, shit-heads?
Rondo: Sheriff...
[Wydell hands Rondo a piece of paper]
Sheriff John Wydell: Here's a list of names I need you to run down for me.
[Rondo looks at the paper, and starts chuckling]
Rondo: That's some funny-ass names! Haha!
Sheriff John Wydell: Yeah, look who's fuckin' talkin' "RONDO"...
[Rondo glares at Wydell]
Sheriff John Wydell: Just let me know if anything connects.
Billy Ray Snapper: ...I'm sure it will. Shit always floats our way, don't it..."Chief"?
Sheriff John Wydell: Well, if you keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you'll catch it all... don't fuck this up assholes.
Rondo: Have fun scraping all them brains up off the road! Haha.
Rondo: Sheriff...
[Wydell hands Rondo a piece of paper]
Sheriff John Wydell: Here's a list of names I need you to run down for me.
[Rondo looks at the paper, and starts chuckling]
Rondo: That's some funny-ass names! Haha!
Sheriff John Wydell: Yeah, look who's fuckin' talkin' "RONDO"...
[Rondo glares at Wydell]
Sheriff John Wydell: Just let me know if anything connects.
Billy Ray Snapper: ...I'm sure it will. Shit always floats our way, don't it..."Chief"?
Sheriff John Wydell: Well, if you keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you'll catch it all... don't fuck this up assholes.
Rondo: Have fun scraping all them brains up off the road! Haha.
Adam Banjo: Where are you taking us?
Otis B. Driftwood: Well I guess it wouldn't do no harm to tell you none, let's see ah, we're going to go dig up some guns I buried out here a couple of years ago.
Roy Sullivan: Then what?
Otis B. Driftwood: Well there ain't no what, that's the end of the road.
Roy Sullivan: What?... your'e not gonna kill us are ya?
Otis B. Driftwood: Killing sounds so permanent.
Otis B. Driftwood: Well I guess it wouldn't do no harm to tell you none, let's see ah, we're going to go dig up some guns I buried out here a couple of years ago.
Roy Sullivan: Then what?
Otis B. Driftwood: Well there ain't no what, that's the end of the road.
Roy Sullivan: What?... your'e not gonna kill us are ya?
Otis B. Driftwood: Killing sounds so permanent.
Baby: [after Charlie Altamont pulls out a gun] What the fuck is this shit?
Otis B. Driftwood: You bring us all the way out here and this prick pulls a gun on us? Nice fuckin' plan, daisy!
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Just do it! He's a crazy, pig-fuckin'...
Charlie Altamont: What you call me?
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Well if you'd give me a chance, I was gonna call you a crazy, pig-fuckin', dumbass, pussy piece of shit!
Otis B. Driftwood: You bring us all the way out here and this prick pulls a gun on us? Nice fuckin' plan, daisy!
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Just do it! He's a crazy, pig-fuckin'...
Charlie Altamont: What you call me?
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Well if you'd give me a chance, I was gonna call you a crazy, pig-fuckin', dumbass, pussy piece of shit!
Sheriff John Wydell: Here's the list of names I need you to run down for me.
[hands Rondo the list]
Rondo: [laughs] That's a funny-ass name.
Sheriff John Wydell: Yeah, look who's fucking talking, *Rondo*. Just tell me if anything connects.
Billy Ray Snapper: I'm sure it will. Shit always floats our way, don't it? Chief.
Sheriff John Wydell: You keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you'd catch it all. Don't fuck this up assholes.
Rondo: Have fun scraping all them brains up off the road.
[hands Rondo the list]
Rondo: [laughs] That's a funny-ass name.
Sheriff John Wydell: Yeah, look who's fucking talking, *Rondo*. Just tell me if anything connects.
Billy Ray Snapper: I'm sure it will. Shit always floats our way, don't it? Chief.
Sheriff John Wydell: You keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you'd catch it all. Don't fuck this up assholes.
Rondo: Have fun scraping all them brains up off the road.
Captain J.T. Spaulding: I'm gonna have to be taking your car today. See I have some top secret clown business that supersedes any plans that you might have for this here vehicle.
[mutual laughter]
Susan: What's that about clown business?
[laughs nervously]
Captain J.T. Spaulding: [pause] Do I stutter, bitch?
[mutual laughter]
Susan: What's that about clown business?
[laughs nervously]
Captain J.T. Spaulding: [pause] Do I stutter, bitch?
Darrell: Now, ya'll ain't planning on fuckin' these chickens are ya?
Charlie Altamont: What the fuck are you getting at? Do you fuck chickens?
Darrell: [chuckles] Well, I have thought about fuckin' some chickens before. If you want to have a good time and you need some pussy, you can cut that chicken's head off, stick your dick in that ass of that chicken, and that damn chicken'll go crazy on your ass and go "Caaaaah!".
Charlie Altamont: Are you saying... that I would cut off a chicken's head? Stick my dick in it? Fuck it... And go "Aah"? You accuse me of fucking a chicken, motherfucker?
Darrell: I'm not callin' you a chicken fucker but that boy over there looks sexually frustrated, and I don't approve of chicken fucking.
Clevon: [to Charlie] You hear what he called me, boss? I ain't no fuckin' chicken fucker!
Darrell: My mistake, my mistake.
Clevon: He called me a fuckin' chicken fucker!
Charlie Altamont: Go back and grab the fuckin' chickens, Clevon!
[to Darrell]
Charlie Altamont: Here. Here's five.
Darrell: Appreciate it, thank y'all.
Clevon: He's the chicken fucker!
Charlie Altamont: That's all right, put it back there. Next time, we go someplace else.
Clevon: We ain't never buyin' chickens from him again, boss!
Charlie Altamont: I know. I know.
Clevon: [to Darrell] You inbred! Inbred!
Charlie Altamont: What the fuck are you getting at? Do you fuck chickens?
Darrell: [chuckles] Well, I have thought about fuckin' some chickens before. If you want to have a good time and you need some pussy, you can cut that chicken's head off, stick your dick in that ass of that chicken, and that damn chicken'll go crazy on your ass and go "Caaaaah!".
Charlie Altamont: Are you saying... that I would cut off a chicken's head? Stick my dick in it? Fuck it... And go "Aah"? You accuse me of fucking a chicken, motherfucker?
Darrell: I'm not callin' you a chicken fucker but that boy over there looks sexually frustrated, and I don't approve of chicken fucking.
Clevon: [to Charlie] You hear what he called me, boss? I ain't no fuckin' chicken fucker!
Darrell: My mistake, my mistake.
Clevon: He called me a fuckin' chicken fucker!
Charlie Altamont: Go back and grab the fuckin' chickens, Clevon!
[to Darrell]
Charlie Altamont: Here. Here's five.
Darrell: Appreciate it, thank y'all.
Clevon: He's the chicken fucker!
Charlie Altamont: That's all right, put it back there. Next time, we go someplace else.
Clevon: We ain't never buyin' chickens from him again, boss!
Charlie Altamont: I know. I know.
Clevon: [to Darrell] You inbred! Inbred!
Otis B. Driftwood: Are you staring at my sister and thinking bad thoughts?
Roy Sullivan: No.
Otis B. Driftwood: Well why not? You a faggot?
Roy Sullivan: No.
Otis B. Driftwood: Well what are you? I mean, you got this hot piece of ass shaking her shit right in front of you and your'e not getting any ideas? What do you call that?
Roy Sullivan: No.
Otis B. Driftwood: Well why not? You a faggot?
Roy Sullivan: No.
Otis B. Driftwood: Well what are you? I mean, you got this hot piece of ass shaking her shit right in front of you and your'e not getting any ideas? What do you call that?
Sheriff John Wydell: [walks into a room where the "rejects" are tied to the chairs] You know I got to thank you all... *sniffs*... for helping me understand what my heritage is. You see the Wydells, they always been vigilante justice. Now my grand-daddy, he rode with the likes of Tom Horn killin' scum like you for a livin'. We've always been devil slayers
[kicks Otis]
Sheriff John Wydell: WAKE UP! See, I tried to walk the line but now I realize there is no line. Now we here, we are playin' on a level that most will never see. I know my brother George he didn't see it.
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Maybe he had a divine moment when his brains hit the floor.
Sheriff John Wydell: Yeah well, maybe you will too.
[kicks Otis]
Sheriff John Wydell: WAKE UP! See, I tried to walk the line but now I realize there is no line. Now we here, we are playin' on a level that most will never see. I know my brother George he didn't see it.
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Maybe he had a divine moment when his brains hit the floor.
Sheriff John Wydell: Yeah well, maybe you will too.
Sheriff John Wydell: All right, Dobson. It's about time what we came here to do to what the good lord says in the good book as "a cleansing of the wicked".
Officer Ray Dobson: Sir, you think we're gonna die here today?
Sheriff John Wydell: Dyin's not an option. Now, you stick that back in that gray matter of yours and you make that stick. 'Cause any other thought is gonna get you cold slabed, toe taged, and mailed home to your mamma in a plastic bag. Are we crystal?
Officer Ray Dobson: Crystal, Sir.
Sheriff John Wydell: Gentlemen, let's do what God made us to do!
Officer Ray Dobson: Sir, you think we're gonna die here today?
Sheriff John Wydell: Dyin's not an option. Now, you stick that back in that gray matter of yours and you make that stick. 'Cause any other thought is gonna get you cold slabed, toe taged, and mailed home to your mamma in a plastic bag. Are we crystal?
Officer Ray Dobson: Crystal, Sir.
Sheriff John Wydell: Gentlemen, let's do what God made us to do!
