Movie Quotes for 7+Habits+Of+Highly+Effective+People,+The

Narrator: The female pulls a bone out of her head...

Narrator: They force him to consume large amounts of fermented grain
  in an attempt to kill him. Unwilling to mate, he is no longer of
  any use to their species.

The Males Friend: Youre going to call her, arent you?
The Male: Nooo.
The Males Friend: Tell the truth.
The Male: Okay. Youre developing a serious body odor problem, but I
  dont think thats relevant
The Males Friend: Ahahaha...

Narrator: The males, too, have a discussion:
The Males Friend: Fucked her?
The Male: Fucked her.
The Males Friend: Cool.

The Male: She always had this mother smell. You know, chicken soup
  and... floor wax.

Narrator: The male tries to validate his existence and prove he
  doesnt need a female to mate. He attempts to devolve into a
  hermaphrodite and give birth to offspring on his own. [male
  character vomits] For the male, this will prove ultimately
  unfulfilling. Although genetically equipped to deliver the
  placenta... [more vomiting] he is unable to produce the infant
  itself.

Jesse James: You ever consider suicide?
Charley Ford: Cant say that I have. There was always something else
  I wanted to do. Or my predicaments changed or I saw my hardships
  from a different slant; you know all what can happen. It never
  seemed respectable.
Jesse James: Ill tell you one thing thats certain; you wont fight
  dying once youve peeked over to the other side; youll no more
  want to go back to your body than youd want to spoon up your own
  puke.
Charley Ford: [long pause] Since were looking to rob banks, I was
  wondering if I could go as far as to recommend we add another
  feller to the gang and sort of see if we couldnt come out of our
  next job alive. Bob wanted to know could he ride with us next time
  we took on a savings bank or a- [Jesse fires his gun into a frozen
  lake] A savings bank or- [Jesse fires again] A railroad. [Jesse
  fires once more] Bob isnt much more than a boy to most
  appearances, but theres about two tons of sand in him and hell
  stand with his shooter when thats whats called for. And hes
  smart too-hes about as intricate as they come.
Jesse James: Youre forgetting that Ive already met the kid.
Charley Ford: He surely thinks highly of you.
Jesse James: All American thinks highly of me.
Charley Ford: Still. Its not like youve got two million names you
  can snatch out of a sock whenever you need a third man.
Jesse James: I can see youre trying to wear me down on this.
Charley Ford: [smiles] That was my main intention.

Ed Miller: I was with a girl once. Wasnt a squaw, but she was purty.
  She had yellow hair, like uh... oh, like something.
Dick Liddil: Like hair bobbed from a ray of sunlight?
Ed Miller: Yeah, yeah. Like that. Boy, you talk good.
Dick Liddil: You can hide things in vocabulary.
Ed Miller: Maybe you and me could writer her a note, send it by post?
Dick Liddil: See, all you gotta do, Ed, is predict her needs and beat
  her to the punch.
Ed Miller: Well, this girl, she had a real specific job.
Dick Liddil: Specific?
Ed Miller: Wes only together once. Shes afraid of lightning. She
  came up into the wagon and just cuddled right up to me. She gave me
  a kind price, too.
Dick Liddil: Well I be! That is specific.
Ed Miller: Yeah, sure, she been with other people. But the kinds of
  things she said to me, people just dont say unless they really
  mean it.
Dick Liddil: "My love said she would marry only me and Jove himself
  could not make her care, for what women say to lovers, youll
  agree, one writes on running water or air."
Ed Miller: My God thats good. Lets write her that.
Dick Liddil: Naw. Poetry dont work on whores.

Jesse James: Did I ever mention that scalawag George Shepherd? George
  was one of Quantrills lieutenants and he gave me a story like
  Bobs, is why I thought of him, giving me everything we had in
  common and so on, just so he could join the gang. How could I know
  he had a grudge against me and was lying to get on my good side? I
  said Come aboard, George. Glad to have ya,. George thought he was
  smart. Cept he wasnt. He rode into camp one morning and about
  twenty guns opened up on him. [laughs] But he only had one eye- and
  you need two eyes to get Jesse.
Robert Ford: You oughnt think of me like you do George Shepherd.
Jesse James: You brought him to mind.
Robert Ford: Its not very flattering.
Jesse James: [ignoring him] Sure is good eating, Martha.
Martha Bolton: Well, Im so glad you enjoyed it.
Robert Ford: How come George had a grudge against you?
Jesse James: Hmm?
Robert Ford: I said "How come George had a grudge against you?"
Jesse James: Oh. George asked me to protect this nephew of his during
  the war and it so happens the kid had five thousand dollars on him.
  The kid winds up killed, and all the money swiped from him, and
  when George was in prison someone whispers to him it was Jesse
  James slit the boys throat.
Charley Ford: Just mean gossip, was it?
Jesse James: Bobs the expert; lets put it to him. [Bob stands up
  abruptly, pouting] Oh dear, Ive made him cranky.
Robert Ford: Im not cranky. Ive been through this before, is all.
  Once people get around to making fun of me, they just dont ever
  let up.

[last lines]
Narrator: He was ashamed of his persiflage, his boasting, his
  pretensions of courage and ruthlessness; he was sorry about his
  cold-bloodedness, his dispassion, his inability to express what he
  now believed was the case- that he truly regretted killing Jesse,
  that he missed the man as much as anybody and wished his murder
  hadnt been necessary. Even as he circulated his saloon he knew
  that the smiles disappeared when he passed by. He received so many
  menacing letters that he could read them without any reaction
  except curiosity. He kept to his apartment all day, flipping over
  playing cards, looking at his destiny in every King and Jack.
  Edward OKelly came up from Bachelor at one P.M. on the 8th. He had
  no grand scheme. No strategy. No agreement with higher authorities.
  Nothing but a vague longing for glory, and a generalized wish for
  revenge against Robert Ford. Edward OKelly would be ordered to
  serve a life sentence in the Colorado Penitentiary for second
  degree murder. Over seven thousand signatures would eventually be
  gathered in a petition asking for OKellys release, and in 1902,
  Governor James B. Ullman would pardon the man. There would be no
  eulogies for Bob, no photographs of his body would be sold in
  sundries stores, no people would crowd the streets in the rain to
  see his funeral cortege, no biographies would be written about him,
  no children named after him, no one would ever pay twenty-five
  cents to stand in the rooms he grew up in. The shotgun would
  ignite, and Ella Mae would scream, but Robert Ford would only lay
  on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his
  eyes before he could find the right words.

Charley Ford: Hey, Dick, you ever diddled a squaw?
Dick Liddil: Shh...
Charley Ford: Come on, you can tell me. Ive always wanted to lay
  down with a redskin.
Dick Liddil: Well, Charley, theres a feeling that comes over you
  gettin inside a woman whose hands have scalped a congregation.
Wood Hite: Theres a thunderous sound that comes from their cooch on
  account of the fact that they birth a child standing upright like a
  wild animal.
Charley Ford: Whats it sound like?
Wood Hite: Whatever a thunderous cooch sounds like, Charley. I dont
  know.
Dick Liddil: No, they got a noisy quim on account of the fact that
  they use their cunnies as a saddlebag to carry tundries across the
  planes.
Charley Ford: Come on, whatd it really feel like? It feel good? Come
  on. Fess up, now.
Dick Liddil: I like you, Charley.
Wood Hite: I like you too, Charley.

Wood Hite: Oh, Im a good old rebel, Now thats just what I am, And
  for this yankee nation, I do no give a damn. Im glad I fought a
  ganner, I only wish we won. I aint asked any pardon for anything
  Ive done. I hates the yankee nation and eveything they do. I hates
  the declaration of independence, too. I hates the glorious union,
  just dripping with our blood. I hates the striped banner, and
  fitted all I could.

Jesse James: Well, Charley, did you hurt your leg?
Charley Ford: Yeah, I slipped... I slipped off the roof and I smacked
  down into a snow bank, like a ton of stupidness. One second Im
  screamin, "Woah Nelly!", Next second, poof, Im neck-deep in snow!
Jesse James: Well, whatever possessed you to climb a roof in
  December?
Charley Ford: There was a k - a kite. What am I saying? There was a
  cat, a cat! It was on the roof and I went after him. It was a
  tomcat yowling and what all, and I slipped.
Jesse James: I thought maybe your club foot was gaining on you!

[first lines]
Narrator: He was growing into middle age, and was living then in a
  bungalow on Woodland Avenue. He installed himself in a rocking
  chair and smoked a cigar down in the evenings as his wife wiped her
  pink hands on an apron and reported happily on their two children.
  His children knew his legs, the sting of his mustache against their
  cheeks. They didnt know how their father made his living, or why
  they so often moved. They didnt even know their fathers name. He
  was listed in the city directory as Thomas Howard. And he went
  everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers
  and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or a commodities
  investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch. He
  had two incompletely healed bullet holes in his chest and another
  in his thigh. He was missing the nub of his left middle finger and
  was cautious, lest that mutilation be seen. He also had a condition
  that was referred to as "granulated eyelids" and it caused him to
  blink more than usual as if he found creation slightly more than he
  could accept. Rooms seemed hotter when he was in them. Rains fell
  straighter. Clocks slowed. Sounds were amplified. He considered
  himself a Southern loyalist and guerrilla in a Civil War that never
  ended. He regretted neither his robberies, nor the seventeen
  murders that he laid claim to. He had seen another summer under in
  Kansas City, Missouri and on September 5th in the year 1881, he was
  thirty-four-years-old.

Jesse James: Give me some more conversations, Bob.
Charley Ford: I got one. This ones about as crackerjack.
Jesse James: Let Bob tell it.
Robert Ford: I dont even know what youre talking about.
Charley Ford: About how much you and Jesse have in common.
Jesse James: Go on, Bob.
Charley Ford: Tell a story.
Robert Ford: Nope. Nope.
Charley Ford: Entertain Jesse. Hes here.
Robert Ford: Well, if youll pardon my saying so, I guess it is
  interesting, the many ways you and I overlap and whatnot. You begin
  with our Daddies. Your daddy was a pastor of the New Hope Baptist
  Church; my daddy was a pastor of a church at Excelsior Springs. Um.
  Youre the youngest of the three James boys; Im the youngest of
  the five Ford boys. Between Charley and me, is another brother,
  Wilbur here, with six letters in his name; between Frank and you
  was a brother, Robert, also with six letters. Robert is my
  Christian name. You have blue eyes; I have blue eyes. Youre five
  feet eight inches tall. Im five feet eight inches tall. Oh me, I
  mustve had a list as long as your nightshirt when I was twelve,
  but Ive lost some curiosities over the years.
Jesse James: [stares at Bob for a long time, smiles] Aint he
  something?

Governor Crittenden: Jesse James sent me a telegram last month,
  saying he was going to kill me if he had to wreck a train to do it.
  He said that once I was in his hands he was going to cut my heart
  out and eat it in strips like it was bacon. [pause] Im going to
  wreck his train first.
Robert Ford: [Bob scoffs, Crittenden glares at him] Im sorry, Your
  Excellency. I was thinking of something else.
Governor Crittenden: Jesse James is nothing more than a public outlaw
  whos made his reputation by stealing whatever he could and by
  killing whoever got in his way. Youll hear some fools say hes
  getting back at Republicans and Union men for wrongs his family
  suffered during the war, but his victims have scarcely ever been
  selected with reference to their political views. Im saying his
  sins will soon find him out. Im saying his cup of iniquity is
  full. Im saying Jesse James is a desperate case and may require a
  desperate remedy.

Robert Ford: I cant believe I woke up this morning wondering if my
  Daddy would loan me his overcoat, and here it is just past midnight
  and Ive already robbed a railroad train and Im sitting in a
  rocking chair chatting with none other than Jesse James.
Jesse James: Yeah, its a wonderful world.
Robert Ford: [reaches into his pocket and removes a newspaper
  clipping] Oh, whats this? I was real agitated this morning,
  wondering if Id be able to tell you and Frank apart. So I had the
  clipping that described you both. You want me to read it?
Jesse James: Go on.
Robert Ford: Well, I gotta find... here. Jesse James, the youngest,
  has a face as smooth and innocent as a schoolgirl. The blue eyes,
  very clear and penetrating, are never at rest. His form is tall and
  graceful and capable of great endurance and great effort. Jesse is
  lighthearted, reckless, and devil-may-care. There is always a smile
  on his lips-
Jesse James: All right, all right.
Robert Ford: Well, yeah. Then its Frank, Frank, Frank...  You know
  what Ive got right next to my bed? The Train Robbers, or a story
  of the James Boys, by R.W. Stevens. Manys the night Ive stayed up
  with my mouth opens and my eyes open, reading about your escapades
  in the Wide Awake Library.
Jesse James: Theyre all lies, you know.
Robert Ford: Course they are.

Robert Ford: [to Frank James] Folks sometimes take me for a
  nincompoop on account of the shabby first impression I make,
  whereas Ive always thought of myself as being just a rung down
  from the James Brothers. And I was hoping if I ran into you aside
  from those peckerwoods, I was hoping I could show you how special I
  am. I honestly believe Im destined for great things, Mr. James.
  Ive got qualities that dont come shining through right at the
  outset, but give me a chance and Ill get the job done- I can
  guarantee you that.

Narrator: And so it went, Jesse was increasingly cavalier. Merry,
  moody, fey, unpredictable. He camouflaged his depressions and
  derangements with masquerades of extreme cordiality, courtesy, and
  goodwill towards others. But Even as he jested or tickled his boy
  in the ribs, Jesse would look over at Bob with melancholy eyes as
  if the two were meshed in an intimate communication. Bob was
  certain that the man had unriddled him; had seen through his
  reasons for coming along; that Jesse could forecast each of Bobs
  possible moves and inclinations and was only acting the innocent in
  order to lull Bob into a stupid tranquility and miscalculation.

Jesse James: [indicating Frank] My brother and me are hardly on
  speaking terms these days.
Robert Ford: I wasnt going to mention it.
Jesse James: [pulls two snakes out of a box, startling Bob] You
  scared?
Robert Ford: Just surprised a little.
Jesse James: They arent as succulent as I like and theyre the devil
  to clean but if a man skins them and fries them in garlic and
  oil-mercy, thems good eating.
Robert Ford: Well, Ive never been that hungry.
Jesse James: I give them names.
Robert Ford: Such as?
Jesse James: Such as enemies. I give them the names of enemies. [cuts
  their heads off with a knife]

Jesse James: You know Im real comfortable with your brother. Hell,
  hes ugly as sin and he smells like a skunk and hes so ignorant he
  couldnt drive nails in the snow, but hes sort of easy to be
  around. I cant say the same for you, Bob.
Robert Ford: Im sorry to hear you say that.
Jesse James: [pause] You know how it is when youre with your
  girlfriend and the moon is out and you know she wants to be kissed
  even though she never said so?
Robert Ford: Yeah.
Jesse James: Youre giving me signs that grieve my soul and make me
  wonder if maybe your minds been changed about me.
Robert Ford: What do you want me to do? Swear my good faith on the
  Bible?

Jesse James: [Jesse has given Bob a gun as a gift] You know what John
  Newman Edwards once wrote about me? He said I didnt trust two men
  in ten thousand and was even cautious around them. The governments
  sort of run me ragged. Im going the long way around the barn to
  say Ive been feeling cornered and just plain ornery of late and
  Id be pleased if youd accept the gun as my way of apologizing.
Robert Ford: Heaven knows Id be ornerier if I were in your position.
Jesse James: No. I havent been acting correctly. I cant hardly
  recognize myself sometimes when Im greased. I go on journeys out
  of my body and look at my red hands and my mean face and I wonder
  about that man whos gone so wrong. Ive been becoming a problem to
  myself.

Frank James: Youre not so special, Mr. Ford. Youre just like any
  other tyro whos prinked himself up for an escapade, hoping to be a
  gunslinger like them nickel books are about. You may as well quench
  your mind of it, because you dont have the ingredients, son.
Robert Ford: Well, Im sorry to hear you feel that way, as I put such
  stock in your opinion. As for me being a gunslinger, Ive just got
  this one granddaddy Paterson Colt and a borrowed belt to stick it
  in. But I also got an appetite for greater things. I hoped by
  joining up with you, itd put me that much closer to getting them.
Frank James: Well, what am I supposed to say to that?
Robert Ford: Let me be your sidekick tonight.
Frank James: Sidekick?
Robert Ford: So you can examine my grit and intelligence.
Frank James: I dont know what it is about you, but the more you
  talk, the more you give me the willies. Now I dont believe I want
  you anywhere within earshot this evening, okay? You understand?
Robert Ford: Well, Im sorry...
Frank James: Why dont you just get, now? Scat!

Jesse James: [motioning to Bob] Sit over here closer, Kid. [begins
  massaging Bobs neck] Charley, youll stay with the animals. Me and
  The Kid will walk into the bank just before noon. Bob will move the
  cashier away from the shotgun thats under the counter and Ill
  creep up behind that cashier and cock his chin back like so...
  [snaps Bobs head back, sticks a knife to his throat] Ill say How
  come an off-scouring of creation like you is still sucking air when
  so many of mine are in coffins? Ill say Howd you reach your
  twentieth birthday without leaking out all over your clothes? And
  if I dont like his attitude, Ill slit that phildoodle so deep
  hell flop on the floor like a fish. [Jesse lets Bob go, begins to
  laugh hysterically] My God, what just happened? I could hear your
  gears grinding- rrr,rrr,rrr-and your little motor wondering, My
  Gosh, whats next, whats happening to me? You were precious to
  behold, Bob. You were white as spit in a cotton field!

[while on the subject of the filming of the movie]
Himself: I was stoned most of the time, I remember.