Tim Robbins credited as playing...
Nick Beam
- Nick Beam: You don't say "sorry" when you shoot somebody. You can say "sorry" when you step on someone's toe, or accidentally break their glasses, or when you fart while they're eating. YOU DON'T SAY YOU'RE SORRY WHEN YOU SHOOT SOMEONE!
- T. Paul: There's a spider on your head.
- Nick Beam: What?
- T. Paul: There's a spider on yo head.
- Nick Beam: Look, I'm sorry, I'm not up on all this jive talkin', home boy lingo, what's that supposed to mean? "There's a spider on your head"?
- T. Paul: It means there's a spider on your motherfuckin' head, man!
- Nick Beam: Well get it off! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!
- T. Paul: I ain't touchin' that shit!
- [T. Paul sneaks into Nick's car and points a gun to his head]
- T. Paul: Welcome to hell, Bi-atch! Car keys, wallet, now!
- [No reaction from Nick]
- T. Paul: You hear what I said? Okay you listen and listen good. This a gun. Kay? Don't be fucking around with no gun, white boy.
- [no response]
- T. Paul: Helen Keller, I'm talking to you!
- [imitates deaf person]
- T. Paul: I know you hear what the fuck I'm saying to you.
- Nick Beam: [smiles] Boy, did you pick the wrong guy on the wrong day.
- [he locks the doors, and floors the accelerator]
- Nick Beam: Now honestly, which one of us was scarier?
- Henry: [Looking at T] He was scarier.
- T. Paul: Hah!
- Nick Beam: Really? You didn't find what he did as contrived?
- Henry: No it was scary.
- Nick Beam: What part?
- Henry: The 'freeze motherfucker' part was scary and he lead me to believe that if I moved my ass, it might be blown off.
- T. Paul: Oh Mama. Please go on back to bed, Mama.
- Bertha: [smacks T] What kind of man stay out 'til 2:30 in the morning and then comes back lookin' like a bruised turd?
- T. Paul: Mama I wasn't...
- Bertha: [Smacks him again] Don't you talk back!
- Nick Beam: Don't talk back to your mother.
- [Bertha slaps him]
- Nick Beam: Ow. What did I do?
- Bertha: You got that slap 'cause you with him and I know you part of whatever badness he into. You got some explainin' to do in the morning, Mr. Gentleman. Now you think on that!
- [Smacks T. Paul again then leaves]
- Nick Beam: The point is that, even if you wanted to rob a place, there are smarter ways to do it!
- T. Paul: Enlighten me.
- Nick Beam: A mask. Wear a mask. You see, the police have this thing called "a lineup", and if anybody recognizes you, YOU GO TO JAIL! Or how's this for a novel idea? Case the place first. Find out if there's a security camera, or a hidden alarm. Then again, why even rob a convenience store? How much money could you possibly get? Two, three hundred dollars? You're set for two days, wow!
- T. Paul: What do you know, lanky?
- Nick Beam: I know you go for the big score. One robbery, you're set.
- T. Paul: News flash, big slim: people with big money, they protect it!
- Nick Beam: So you do a little research. Take Quality Design Group, where I work. My boss keeps a ton of cash in his vault. At night there's only two guards, and a personal security system. And in this case, I even happen to know the code! But even if I didn't, I...
- [stops and stares]
- T. Paul: What? I got a booger in my nose?
- Nick Beam: [imitating Phillip] "Diversify! You can't trust banks, Nick. The whole economy could crumble at any second." That bastard's so heavily leveraged it would wipe him out.
- T. Paul: What, am I hearing you right? Mr. High-and-Mighty's gonna rob his boss? You hear that, gila monsters? Old Nick Beam here's gonna rob his boss! I say, do you hear that, gila monsters? You know what, Nick? Your wife really messed your head up bad, man.
- Nick Beam: I'm sure you're a really scary guy. I'm sure that, normally, people just quiver at the very sound of your voice. But, you see, I, I cant see that right now. I... I... I just see a weak, desperate little man... that probably grew up torturing little animals. Some puny, little uncoordinated... cant-make-the-football-team- so-I'll-pick-on-third-graders-and-steal-their-lunch-money... punk, jerk-off bully... that one day wakes up and realizes he's nothing. Just a sad, pathetic, useless, illiterate piece of inbred shit.
- T. Paul: [scrambling to his feet] I just want you to know, I totally disagree!
- Rig: [holding a shotgun under Nick's chin] Time to die.
- Nick Beam: That just makes you my best friend.
- [first lines]
- Nick Beam: Where do I start? It's not you. Well actually it is you. Look, I'm just not... I'm not attracted to you anymore. I need space. You kinda... you kinda gross me out. In the beginning it was different. In the beginning, you were better. But then I got to know you real well, and I came to realize... that you're a fat idiot.
- Rig: Nick, are you aware that there are only two kinds of people on the whole planet? There are killers and then there's everybody else. I'm the killer, Nick, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, what are you, Nick?
- Nick Beam: I'm married!
- [Fires his rifle at Rig, hitting his hand]
- T. Paul: Ha ha, who's in control now? Hand over the bag or else my man Nick Beam here is gonna put one in your ass. Ain't that right Nick?
- T. Paul: What is beetle headed?
- Nick Beam: It's a synonym for stupid!
- T. Paul: Oh. Well, here's a synonym for procreation: fuck you! It's easy for you to point the finger when you're sitting on your rich ass in a big fucking house!
- Nick Beam: I'm not rich.
- T. Paul: Oh yeah? How big's your TV?
- Nick Beam: What?
- T. Paul: I said how big's your TV?
- Nick Beam: 50 inch!
- T. Paul: Ah, get in the car.
- Nick Beam: Please, let's not make this a social issue!
- Nick Beam: [Pointing gun at clerk] Now all I want is twenty dollars on pump number fifteen and a sour fruity twist, is that too much to ask?