Movie Quotes for Falling Down Fi

Nick: Give me your other hand.
Bill Foster: I cant.
Nick: Why not?
Bill Foster: Gravity.
Nick: Gravity? What the fuck does that mean?
Bill Foster: Ill fall down.
[Nick kicks Bills knee, making him fall down]

Frank: Listen, what am I paying my fucking dues for? This is my golf
  course! If I wanna play here, I will play here. If he gets hit with
  my titleist, thats his fucking problem. Fore! Fore!
[Hits ball]
Bill Foster: [the ball barely misses his head; whips out shotgun]
  Five! What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me with a golf ball?
  Its not enough you have all these beautiful acres fenced in for
  your little game, but you gotta kill me with a golf ball? You
  should have children playing here, you should have families having
  picnics, you should have a goddamn petting zoo. But instead youve
  got these stupid electric carts for you old men with nothing better
  to do.
[Fires his shotgun at a golf cart, causing it to roll down the hill]
Bill Foster: Now arent you ashamed?

Nick: You want freedom? Ill give you fucking freedom. [Takes out
  some handcuffs] Youre going to jail, faggot. Hows that for
  freedom? Freedom to get fucked up the ass by some big buck nigger.
  Give me your other hand! Hes gonna be right behind you. Just like
  this. Youre gonna like that, wont you you faggot fuck?

Mr. Lee: You go now. No trouble.
Bill Foster: No. I stay. What do you think of that?

[Foster has just attacked the gang members on the hill]
Bill Foster: What about the brief case? You forgot the brief case!
  Im going home! So clear a path, you motherfuckers! Clear a path!
  IM GOING HOME!

Bill Foster: Ive passed the point of no return. Do you know what
  that is, Beth? Thats the point in a journey where its longer to
  go back to the beginning. Its like when those astronauts got in
  trouble. I dont know, somebody messed up, and they had to get them
  back to Earth. But they had passed the point of no return. They
  were on the other side of the moon and were out of contact for like
  hours. Everybody waited to see if a bunch of dead guys in a can
  would pop out the other side. Well, thats me. Im on the other
  side of the moon now and everybody is going to have to wait until I
  pop out.
Beth: The police are here.
Bill Foster: Did you know, Beth, that in some South American
  countries its still legal to kill your wife if she insults you?

Bill Foster: What are you doing to the street?
Construction Worker: Were fixing it! What the Hell does it look
  like?
Bill Foster: Two days ago it was fine. Are you telling me the street
  fell apart in two days?
Construction Worker: Well, I guess so.
Bill Foster: Pardon me, but thats bullshit. You see, I dont think
  anythings wrong with the street! I think youre just trying to
  justify your inflated budgets! I know how it works! If you dont
  spend the projected amount this year, you dont get the same amount
  next year! Now, I want you to admit, THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH THE
  STREET!
Construction Worker: Hey, fuck you, pal.

Bill Foster: Youre Korean? Do you have any idea how much money my
  country has given your country?
Mr. Lee: How much?
Bill Foster: I dont know. But, its gotta be a lot.

Sergeant Prendergast: What did this guy look like?
Angie: I dont know, he looked like you except he was taller and he
  had hair.
Det. Jones: [sarcastically] Good description, Angie.

Bill Foster: I am not economically viable.

Nick: Were the same, you and me. Were the same, dont you see?
Bill Foster: We are not the same. Im an American and youre a sick
  asshole.
Nick: Just what kind of vigilante are you?
Bill Foster: I am not a vigilante. I am just trying to get home to my
  little girls birthday party and if everyone will just stay out of
  my way, nobody will get hurt.

Panhandler: Thats a hell of a way to treat a vet, man.
Bill Foster: Youre an animal doctor?
Panhandler: No, a vet. A veteran. I was in Nam, man.
Bill Foster: What were you - a drummer boy? You mustve been 10 years
  old.
Panhandler: I meant the Gulf. I meant to say the Gulf. Jesus. Come
  on. All Im asking for is a little change. I havent eaten in three
  days. [has a sandwhich in hand] Well, I mean, except for this.

Bill Foster: [to customer at WhammyBurger] How are you enjoying your
  meal?
[customer vomits onto tray]
Bill Foster: [to manager] I think we have a critic here! I dont
  think she likes the special sauce, Rick... That was a joke.

Annoying Man at Phone Booth: Excuse me... Hey, EXCUSE ME. I dont
  know if you have noticed it or not, but there are other people
  waiting to use the phone here.
Bill Foster: There are?
Annoying Man at Phone Booth: Yeah.
Bill Foster: Theres other people who want to use the phone?
Annoying Man at Phone Booth: Thats right, you selfish asshole.
Bill Foster: Well, thats too bad. Because you know what?
[firing a machine gun into the phone booth] I think its out of
  order.

Sergeant Prendergast: Lucky you caught me.
Motorcycle Cop: I am?
Sergeant Prendergast: Yeah. Todays my last day as a cop.
Motorcycle Cop: Lucky me.

Bill Foster: You have a choice. I can kill you. Or you can kill me,
  and my daughter will get the insurance.

Bill Foster: I helped build missiles. I helped protect this country.
  You should be rewarded for that. But instead they give it to the
  plastic surgeons, you know they lied to me.
Sergeant Prendergast: Is that what this is about? Is that why my
  chicken dinner is drying out in the oven? Youre mad because they
  lied to you? Listen, pal, they lie to everyone. They lie to the
  fish. But that doesnt give you any special right to do what you
  did today.

Gang member 1: Motherfucker, give us your motherfucking briefcase!

Nick: Why dont they call you guys officer-esses?
Sandra: I beg your pardon?
Nick: You know, like actress. Something to signify... You know.
Sandra: Oh. I guess they feel a police officer is a police officer.
  Not a... You know.
Nick: Okay then. Sorry I couldnt have been helpful, Officer-ess.

Sergeant Prendergast: Fuck you Captain Yardley. Fuck you very much.

[after Bill shoots the golf cart, triggering Franks heart attack]
Bill Foster: Whats wrong?
Frank: My - heart...
Bill Foster: Well, what can I do about it?
Frank: Pills... get p-pills...
Bill Foster: Where are your pills?
[Frank points towards the cart, which has just plunged into a water
  hazard]
Bill Foster: Bad news. Your little cars gonna drown. And youre
  gonna die, wearing that stupid hat. How does it feel?

Gang Member #1: Whatcha doin Mister?
Bill Foster: Nothing.
Gang Member #1: Yes you are man, youre trespassing on private
  property.
Bill Foster: Trespassing?
Gang Member #2: Youre loitering too, man.
Gang Member #1: Thats right, youre loitering too.
Bill Foster: I didnt see any signs.
Gang Member #1: [pointing at a graffiti skull] Whatcha call that?
Bill Foster: Graffiti.
Gang Member #1: No man, thats not fucking graffiti. Thats a sign.
Gang Member #2: He cant read it man.
Gang Member #1: Ill read it for you. It says this is fucking private
  property. No fucking trespassing. This means fucking you.
Bill Foster: It says all that?
Gang Member #1: Yeah.
Bill Foster: Well, maybe if you wrote it in fucking English, I could
  fucking understand it.

Detective: We tried and tried but could not fit your fucking name on
  the cake, Prendergast.

Nick, Surplus Store Owner: [after one of the homosexuals tips over a
  sunglass rack on Nicks counter, then leaves] FUCKING FAGGOTS! YOU
  BELIEVE THIS SHIT? Jesus! Positive lifestyle, my ass! Imagine what
  those pumpkins do with each other when theyre alone! And what
  about the muff divers? Think about it!

[William "D-FENS" Foster picks up the flat hamburger he just ordered,
  comparing it to the picture behind the counter]
Bill Foster: Can anybody tell me whats wrong with this picture?