Bad Santa (2003)
Billy Bob Thornton: Willie
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Quotes
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Willie : You know, I think I've turned a corner.
Marcus : Yeah? You fucking petites now?
Willie : No, I'm not talking about that. I beat the shit out of some kids today. But it was for a purpose. It made me feel good about myself. It was like I did something constructive with my life or something, I dunno, like I accomplished something.
Marcus : You need many years of therapy. Many, many fuckin' years of therapy.
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Willie : Why don't you wish in one hand, and shit in the other. See which one fills up first.
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Kid : What are their names?
Willie : Who?
Kid : The Elves.
Willie : Shit, I can't remember, I think one of them is Sneezy and there's a Dopey...
Kid : That's the seven dwarfs!
Willie : You're shittin' me? I thought... I was thinking there was a... I don't know! Fuck, kid; I just call them you know Bub, I call them... I say hey Bub or Chief or whatever the fuck, I tell them to make the god dammed toys.
Willie : What the FUCK is wrong with you? I can't remember this shit. Does everything with you have to be a fucking test?
Kid : How old are they?
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Marcus : It won't happen again. I can promise you that. Willie here has low blood sugar. That's all.
Willie : That's right. I forgot to take my pill.
Bob Chipeska : It's not just the swearing. Forgive me for prying, but did one of you, um, fornicate...
Willie : Fornicate?
Bob Chipeska : Yes. With a heavy-set woman in the big-and-tall dressing room?
Willie : Look, I've boned a lot of fat chicks in my time, sure. But, as far back as I can remember, I've never fornicated anybody.
Bob Chipeska : Yes... Well, even still, I think it's best for all parties considered if we...
Marcus : If we what?
Bob Chipeska : Well, I have somebody else interested in the position.
Willie : Before you do something stupid you might want to think about this shit.
Bob Chipeska : What are you talking about?
Willie : I'm talking about firing a little black midget. A small, colored, African-American small person. That's what I'm talking about. I'm talking about your face all over goddamn USA Today, that's what I'm talking about. I'm talking about 150 of these little motherfuckers all over the sidewalk out there. Holding picket signs and using bullhorns and shit like that. Screaming and hollering your name out. Unfair practices, get me?
Bob Chipeska : Oh no, this is not a handicapped thing. I have nothing against you people.
Willie : You people? Did you hear that Marcus? He said 'You People.'
Marcus : Who the hell is us people?
Bob Chipeska : No... He said... But... what... No no. Um, I think it's best if we just forget we had this conversation.
Willie : Good thinking. And don't worry about us. We'll be fine. Let's get the hell out of here Marcus.
[Willie and Marcus get up to leave as Willie turns back to Bob]
Willie : You're pathetic.
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Willie : I said, "Next," goddamn it! This is not the DMV!
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Willie : You ain't gonna shit right for a week!
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Kid : Why do you need a car?
Willie : What the fuck are you talking about?
Kid : This car.
Willie : Which turn is it?
Kid : Sage Terrace. Where's your sleigh?
Willie : It's in the shop, getting repaired.
Kid : Where are the reindeer?
Willie : I stabled them. Is it left or right?
Kid : That way. Where's the stable?
Willie : Next to the shop.
Kid : How do they sleep?
Willie : Who? The reindeer? Standing up.
Kid : But the noise. How do they sleep?
Willie : What noise?
Kid : From the shop.
Willie : They only work during the day, all right?
Kid : I thought it was always night at the North Pole.
Willie : Well, not now. Right now it's always day.
Kid : Then how do they sleep?
Willie : Oh, shit. Sage Terrace. What is it with you, anyway? Somebody drop you on your fucking head?
Kid : On *my* head?
Willie : Well, yeah. What, are they gonna drop you on somebody else's head?
Kid : How can they drop me onto my own head?
Willie : No, not *onto* your... Would... God damn it! Are you fucking with me?
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Hindustani Troublemaker : I am not gay!
Willie : What the hell, buddy.
Hindustani Troublemaker : Buddy? I said I am not gay!
Willie : Are you off your fucking meds or something?
Hindustani Troublemaker : Yes. But that isn't what this is about. You're as queer as a ten dollar bill.
Willie : Let me tell you something, motherfucker. My brother lost a goddamn arm fighting you fuckers in Vietnam. So I want you to look at me. I want you to look at my face one last fucking time. This is the last thing you're ever gonna see before I...
Hindustani Troublemaker : [grabs Willie and pins him against the car] Elf fucker! Motherfucker. Elf fucker! Who's the bitch now, Santy Claus? Faggy Claus! Faggy...
Kid : Leave Santa alone!
Hindustani Troublemaker : Little boy, don't interfere. I am doing this for all of us.
Kid : Leave Santa alone!
Hindustani Troublemaker : [Willie pulls free. Hindustani Troublemaker turns to leave] Ass clown.
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Willie : Things are fucked up at the North Pole. Mrs. Claus caught me fucking her sister, now I'm out on my ass.
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Marcus : How much?
Gin : Half.
Willie : No fucking way...
Marcus : Just back off, Will, I got this. I got this! Okay, 30%. That's three of us. 30%, that's fair.
Gin : Half.
Marcus : I meant 33%.
Gin : I meant half.
Marcus : And 1/3.
Gin : Half.
Marcus : 35%.
Gin : Half.
Marcus : 40%.
Gin : Half.
Marcus : 42%.
Gin : [Mouthing] Half.
Marcus : Um... 45%.
Gin : [Pretends to think about it] Half.
Marcus : 48%?
Gin : [In British accent] Half.
Marcus : 49%!
Gin : Half.
Willie : Well, what's one point?
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Marcus : You fuck her?
Willie : Jesus Christ! Is everything fuckin' sex with you?
Marcus : With me? I fuck one person! I ain't out there serial fornicatin', tryin' to float my liver, drinkin' myself silly, cuz I can't stand what a piece of shit I am.
Willie : What are you, Sigmund Sawed-Off Fuckin' Freud?
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Willie : [shouting] I'm on my fucking lunch break, ok!
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[from the unrated cut]
Security Guard : You wouldn't be tryin' to hide something in those baggy pants of yours, would ya?
Willie : Just something to cripple your sister with...
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Marcus : [after seeing Willie dry-humping a young girl playing pinball] That's just the kind of shit that's gonna get us pinched.
Willie : She said she was 18.
Marcus : But you promised no arcades! You said you'd only hustle Big and Tall.
Willie : What, you shat me outta your womb? You're my fucking mom now? I don't need any god damn lectures outta you. I know how to keep a low profile, thank you.
[Willie turns off the alarm on a stolen BMW automobile]
Marcus : What the *fuck* is this, Mr. Low Profile?
Willie : Mind your own god damn business.
[He opens the car and a pile of empty beer bottles and cans fall out, then starts the car and drives away, shattering several beer bottles]
Marcus : [shouting] Ever hear of the Open Bottle Law?
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Woman in Food Court : Look who's here! It's Santa! Tell Santa what you want for Christmas!
Willie : [yelling] I'm on my fucking lunch break, OK?
Woman in Food Court : The manager's going to hear about this.
Willie : You think you're a threat? You think you can make my fucking life any worse? Go ahead, take a shot!
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Willie : [narrating] I've been to prison once, I've been married - twice. I was once drafted by Lyndon Johnson and had to live in shit-ass Mexico for 2 1/2 years for no reason. I've had my eye socket punched in, a kidney taken out and I got a bone-chip in my ankle that's never gonna heal. I've seen some pretty shitty situations in my life, but nothing has ever sucked more ass than this!
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Watching Boy : [stares at Willie] I saw you at another mall.
Willie : Well, I'm happy for you.
Watching Boy : If you really are Santa, you could do magic.
Willie : [whispers] Wanna see some magic? OK, let's watch you disappear!
[shoves him away]
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Willie : [upon seeing the safe] Oh shit.
Marcus : What? What?
Willie : It's a Kintnerboy Redoubt.
Marcus : So?
Willie : Remember Andy Pitz?
Marcus : Andy Pitzerelli, yeah.
Willie : No, Andy Repitski. Andy Pitzerelli was Andy Blue Balls.
Marcus : Since he got married they called him Andy Pitzerelli. What's your fucking point?
Willie : Well they say he can get into anything. Anything. They say he's been in Margaret Thatcher's pussy.
Marcus : And that's a good thing? So what the fuck are you getting at?
Willie : When I was in the joint with him, he told me the Kintnerboy Redoubt can't be cracked.
Marcus : Are you shitting me? Are you telling me that after I propped you up, held you together, smiled for all those kids, danced for all those fuckin' housewives in a fucking lime green fucking velvet elf costume, that you cannot crack this fucking safe? Is that what you telling me?
Willie : No, I'm just saying it's gonna take a minute.
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Willie : [from Willie's letter to the kid] Thank you for giving that letter to the cops. I forgot I asked you to do it, but it's a good thing you did or Santa's little helper would have plugged his ass. Now the cop's know I wrote it, whick is gonna keep my ass out of jail. That, plus everyone agreeing that the Phoenix police department shooting an unarmed Santa was even more fucked up than Rodney King.
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Willie : I'm not your fucking Da-Da.
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Willie : OW! Watch the toenails, kid. Shit!
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Willie : Does your daddy have a safe?
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Willie : Does your daddy have a car?
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Willie : Your name is Thurman Merman?
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Gin : We split the dough right down the middle. Any merchendise you take, I get to look at and cherry pick.
Marcus : No. Money is one thing but you ain't getting the sh...
Gin : This ain't no Chinese menu, jagoff! I tell YOU how it's gonna be. This is pricks fix!
[Exits]
Willie : Pricks fix?
Marcus : Ah, he's a fucking moron.
Willie : Oh really? Is that how you got the upper hand?
Marcus : Fuck you.
Willie : Negotiating?
Marcus : You don't like it? Next year, fuck off. I can always get another box jockey.
Willie : Yeah and I can get another midget too.
Marcus : Yeah? Where? You see us hanging off of fucking trees like fucking crab apples?
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Willie : Is that your underwear?
Kid : Part of it.
Willie : Where the hell's the rest of it?
[the kid opens his mouth to speak]
Willie : Actually, don't tell me. I don't want to know. What do you want?
Kid : I was thinking I wanted a purple stuffed elephant, not pink. But now I changed my mind.
Willie : Yeah? What?
Kid : Now I don't want an elephant at all. I want a gorilla named Davy for beating up the skateboard kids who pull on my underwear. And he can take his orders from the talking walnut, so it won't be my bad thing.
[Santa looks at the kid in confusion]
Willie : Jesus, kid. When I was your age, I didn't need no fucking gorilla. And I wasn't as big as one of your legs. Four kids beat me up one time and I went crying home to my daddy. You know what he did?
Kid : He made it all better?
Willie : No, he kicked my ass. You know why?
Kid : Because you went to the bathroom on mommy's dishes?
Willie : What the fuck? No!
Kid : He tried to teach you not to cry and be a man?
Willie : No. It's because he was a mean, drunk, son of a bitch. And when he wasn't busy busting my ass, he was putting cigarettes out on my neck. The world ain't fair. You've gotta take what you need when you can get it. You've gotta learn to stand up for yourself. You have to stop being a pussy and kick these kids in the balls or something.
[the kid stares at Santa]
Willie : Or don't. Shit. I don't care. Just leave me the hell out of it.
Kid : Okay. Thanks Santa.
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Willie : [to Marcus] Why don't you get going? You'll be late for your... Wizard of Oz Candy Bar Guild.
Marcus : Lollipop Guild, you asshole. Jesus! Two-year-olds flip me better shit than you.
Willie : You saying something to me?
Marcus : Yeah, I'm gonna stick my whole fist up your ass!
Willie : [gives Marcus the finger as he walks away]
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Bob Chipeska : Hi. Bob Chipeska. Welcome. Great photo and resume by the way.
Marcus : Thanks. You know, we've been at this for a long time and all, so we like to think we do a good job.
Bob Chipeska : You two are perfect for this job, truly. So, I don't want his unpleasentness affect your performance in any way.
Marcus : Oh no. We...
Willie : Performance?
Bob Chipeska : Yes. Your performance. You know, the...
Willie : Do you mean sexual?
[Bob looks up at Willie in confusion]
Bob Chipeska : Excuse me?
Willie : Are you saying there's something wrong with my gear? Is that what you're saying to me?
Bob Chipeska : I'm sorry, your gear?
Marcus : Willie...
Willie : My fuck stick
[Bob makes a disgusted look]
Marcus : Willie, take a seat. You know how your blood sugar is.
Bob Chipeska : He's not going to say fuck stick in front of the children, is he?
Marcus : No! It was just a joke. An adult joke. For us, adults. It's a joke. Just a joke.
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Willie : It's Christmas and the kid's gettin' his fuckin' present.
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Security Guard : Your pants are awful baggy, you got something in there?
Willie : Yea, my dick, you wanna see it?
Security Guard : Keep pushing it, I got my eyes on you.
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Willie : Are you fucking with me?
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Willie : [the kid on his lap stares blankly at him] Well, what do you want? Great. Another fucking Mongoloid. Marcus, get this kid off me before he pisses on me, all right? What the fuck are you doing, Don't fuck with my beard.
Kid : Its not real.
Willie : No shit.
Willie : Ya see, it was real, but then Santa got sick and all the hair fell out, so I have to wear this fucking thing
Kid : How did you get sick?
Willie : I loved a woman who wasn't clean.
Kid : Mrs. Santa?
Kid : No, it was her sister
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Willie : That's the seven dwarfs!
Willie : You're shittin' me? Fuck, kid; i just call them you know like hey bub or chief, i tell them to make the god dammed toys
Willie : What the fuck is wrong with you? I can't remember this shit. Does everything with you have to be a fucking test?
Kid : How old are they?
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Willie : [Willie is being held up by the Security Guard] The hell's wrong with you? I'm trying to fucking leave here.
Milwaukee Security Guard : Pants are awful baggy. You got anything in there?
Willie : Yeah, my dick. You wanna see it?
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Willie : [Willie is being held up by the Securtiy Guard] What are you doing asshole? I'm trying to fucking leave here.
Milwaukee Security Guard : Pants are awfully baggy.
[Being funny]
Milwaukee Security Guard : You wouldn't be trying to steal nothing would ya?
Willie : You're an asshole, did you know that?
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Herb : Howdy. Herb Gunner. I live two streets over on Burningtrail Road. I don't think we've met.
Willie : I'm Uncle Willie.
Herb : I'm organizing all decorations for all the subdivision this year. Do you mind if I come in?
Willie : Yeah.
[Herb tries to walk into their house, but Willie stops him]
Willie : I mean, yeah, I mind.
Herb : Ok. Uh... Will you be participating in our Luminarias program this year?
Willie : What the hell is a Luminarias?
The Kid : Luminarias!
Herb : Small sacks filled with about a pound of sand each. Then we insert a candle in the middle, we light it, and the bag glows. Then we light all the sidewalks here. All around the neighborhood.
Willie : See we don't celebrate Christmas around here. We're Muslims.
Herb : Look, this is my first year running this and I would like it if there weren't any gaps in it. So what if I come by Christmas Eve and do it for you?
Willie : No, you know what, you don't have to do that. I'll do it. Alright? I mean, me and the kid will do something.
Herb : Great! I got the supplies. I'll just throw them in the garage.
Willie : Perfect.
Herb : Awesome!
[Willie shuts the door on Herb]
Herb : Going into the garage.
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Willie : What do you want?
Fraggle-Stick Boy : Fraggle-Stick car.
Willie : What the fuck is that?
Fraggle-Stick Boy : Fraggle-Stick car.
Willie : Well I heard you. Fraggle-Stick car. Fine.
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[first lines]
Willie : Hey, can I get another drink down here?
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Miami Bartender : Hey, asshole. How many times I gotta tell you, get out from behind my bar! Put the drink down right now. Put the drink down right now!
Willie : [gulps drink down] Fuck you.
Miami Bartender : Fuck me?
[lunges at Willie; they fight]
Willie : Ow!
[Willie is thrown over the bar; He recovers and chucks a glass at the bartender]
Willie : Fuck you!
Miami Bartender : Fucking prick.
Willie : Asshole!
Miami Bartender : Get the fuck out of here right now!
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[Cut to Willie behind bar cutting limes, presumably working as a bartender]
Miami Bartender : Hey! Asshole! How many times I gotta tell you? Get out from behind my bar!
[Willie starts downing a glass of vodka]
Miami Bartender : Put the drink down right now! PUT THE DRINK DOWN RIGHT NOW!
Willie : Ah! Fuck you.
Miami Bartender : Oh fuck me?
[grabs Willie, throws him over bar]
Willie : [Throws full bottle of vodka, runs away, then turns] Aa-asshole!
Miami Bartender : GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!
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Police Chief : Drop the gun!
Marcus : Huh?
Police Chief : And you, Santa, drop the elephant!
Marcus : How did you get here?
Police Chief : Tipped off.
Willie : Oh, shit, that fucking kid!
Police Chief : All three of you are in so much shit, it's almost unbelievable.
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Willie : Is daddy home?
Kid : He's on an adventure, exploring the mountains. He's been gone a long time.
Willie : Exploring mountains, huh? How long is he gonna be gone?
Kid : Until next year.
Willie : Yeah? What about mommy?
Kid : She lives in God's house; with Jesus and Mary and the ghost and the long eared donkey and the talking walnut.
Willie : Well, who the fuck takes care of you then?
Kid : Grandma.
Willie : Yeah, what's her name?
Kid : Grandma.
Willie : Is Granny spry?
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Willie : Wish in one hand, shit in the other.
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Willie : Jesus Fuckin Christ.
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Willie : [snores loudly and alarm clock buzzes and plays Holly Jolly Christmas, struggles to turn off the alarm clock and then unplugs it] Fuckin' shit! Fuck you!
[throws radio]
Willie : Fuck you!
[throws beer bottle]
Willie : Fuck you!
[throws another bottle]
Willie : Fuck you!
[throws yet another beer bottle]
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Willie : look this is the only fucking time i ever give you a ride home ok kid? im not your fucking da da all right?
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Willie : [in a letter to Thurman] Dear Kid, I hope that you got my present and that there wasn't too much blood on it, although there was blood on the presents you gave me which didn't keep me from enjoying it, so maybe the blood doesn't matter so much, I guess. Just in case they took it as evidence, I'm also sending you a T-shirt, I hope it's the right size. I'm healing up good and they tell me that I will soon be 100%, even with eight bullets dug out of me cause they didn't hit any vital organs, just my liver, which is fucked anyway. Hahaha. Anyways, I told the cops you had no one to take the fuck care of you so they set it up with Ms. Santa's Sister to watch you till your dad gets back in one year and three months. They made her a guardian pro tem, or some such shit. Anyway, she makes better money than bartending and seems to like you, your house, and Jacuzzi. As for my little helper, I'm sorry to tell you that him and his prune-faced, mail-order wife are gonna be exploring mountains with your dad. I hope your dad doesn't go sucking shit for them like I did. Thank you for giving that letter to the cops, I forgot to ask you to do it, but it's a good thing you did or Santa's little helper would've plugged his ass, and now the cops know I wrote it which is gonna keep my ass outta jail. That plus everyone agreeing that to Phoenix police department shooting an unarmed Santa was even more fucked up than Rodney King. Cops are treating me like fucking royalty now, which is new in my experience. They're gonna make me the sensitivity counselor, so that tragedies like this will never again embarrass the whole fucking department. Whatever. So I'll be staying in Phoenix now telling the police how screwed up they are, which is not a bad job as jobs go. They're supposed to let me out of this hospital room soon, so I'll see you when I come over and fuck Ms. Santa's Sister in the Jacuzzi. Until then, don't take no shit from nobody, least of all, yourself. Anyway, see you soon. Santa.
