绿宝石 (1984)

Jack Colton:

Goddamn it, I knew I should've listened to my mother. I could've been a cosmetic surgeon, five hundred thou a year, up to my neck in tits and ass.

Jack Colton:

Wait a minute, he's after you. Who the hell are you?

Joan Wilder:

Well, I'm a romance novelist.

Jack Colton:

You're what? What are you doing here?

Joan Wilder:

I told you, my sister's life depends on me.

Jack Colton:

Ah, don't give me that shit. I thought you were donating a kidney or something.

Joan Wilder:

What is all this?

Jack Colton:

All this? About five to life in the States, a couple of centuries down here.

Joan Wilder:

Oh, marijuana.

Jack Colton:

Oh, you smoke it?

Joan Wilder:

[defensively] I went to college.

Jack Colton:

What did you do, wake up this morning and say, "Today, I'm going to ruin a man's life"?

Jack Colton:

One hell of a morning has turned into a bitch of a day!

Joan Wilder:

These were Italian.

Jack Colton:

Now they're practical.

Grogan:

What's it gonna be, Angelina?

Joan Wilder:

[voiceover] It was Grogan: the filthiest, dirtiest, dumbest excuse for a man west of the Missouri River.

Grogan:

You can die two ways: quick like the tongue of a snake, or slower than the molasses in January.

Joan Wilder:

[voiceover] But it was October.

Grogan:

I'll kill you, goddammit, if it's the Fourth of July! Where is it? Uhh. Get over there!

Joan Wilder:

[voiceover] I told him to get out, now that he had what he came for.

Grogan:

Not quite.

[spits]

Grogan:

Take 'em off. Do it! Come on!

[Angelina kills Grogan by throwing a concealed knife]

Joan Wilder:

[voiceover]

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That was the end of Grogan... the man who killed my father, raped and murdered my sister, burned my ranch, shot my dog, and stole my Bible!

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[after reading Joan's new novel based on her adventure]

Gloria:

Joanie, you are now a WORLD-CLASS hopeless romantic.

Joan Wilder:

No, hopeful. Hopeful romantic.

Joan Wilder:

You're the best time I've ever had.

Jack Colton:

I've never been anybody's best time.

Jack Colton:

Dammit man, the Doobie Brothers broke up! Shit! When did that happen?

Ralph:

Hey Ira, the kid's here with the broad. They're taking her out to the boat.

Ira:

Look at those snappers, will you!

Ralph:

We shoulda just rifled her room.

Ira:

Ralph, how many times do I have to tell you, "It's not in the country"?

Ralph:

Well this kidnapping stuff makes me real nervous. It's a piss poor idea. It's nothing but trouble. Look, we've stolen enough of these antique trinkets to keep us living comfortably for the rest of our lives. Let's kiss-off this third-world toilet.

Ira:

One last big one, trust me Ralph, trust me. Oh! Did you see that Ralph, that ugly, striped son-of-a-bitch down there!

Ralph:

Someone's gonna get killed, and you're farting around with prehistoric animals. Come on Ira, let's forget about this one. I've got a real bad feeling about it, real bad.

Ira:

Will you stop worrying. Have I ever hurt you? I will never hurt you, I can't hurt you. We've got the same blood. We're not two people, we are one person! Would I hurt me?

[one of the alligators hisses]

Ira:

Look at those snappers, Ralph!

Jack Colton:

What's the matter, are you paralyzed from the neck up, or are you hurt?

Ira:

Of all the things you could say to me right now, "I lost her," Ralph, is gonna get the most teeth broken in your mouth.

Ralph:

Look, bullethead. If they're hiking through the jungle there's nothing I can do about it. I have a car. I am not Tarzan. I have been through every one-horse shithole for a two-hundred mile radius. You should have seen the river I had to traverse this morning. So don't give me any of your crap, you gutless wonder. You have been an embarrasment to our family ever since the day you were born! And let me tell you something else, Ira...

[he turns and sees Joan and Jack getting out of a car]

Ralph:

You are luckiest son of a bitch that ever walked the face of the earth! She's here!

Ira:

She's there!

Ralph:

She's right here! She's walking towards the phone. She's with some guy. How do I know? She likes guys! So do you, maricon!

[Jack shows off his new, crocodile skin, boots, made from the crocodile he has killed]

Joan Wilder:

I like the boots.

Jack Colton:

Yeah, that poor old yellow-tailed guy... developed a fatal case of indigestion. He died right in my arms.

Joan Wilder:

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I can't blame him. If I were to die there's nowhere on earth I'd rather be.

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Ira:

Do they know who you are?

Ralph:

Oh, what, do you think I'm going up and introducing myself to every cop in the pueblo?

Zolo:

Crocodiles shed tears when they eat their prey. You have heard of these tears I am sure. But have you seen them?

Jack Colton:

My minimum price for taking a stranded lady to a telephone is 400 dollars.

Joan Wilder:

Will you take 375 in traveler's checks?

Jack Colton:

American Express?

Joan Wilder:

Of course.

Jack Colton:

You've got a deal.

Joan Wilder:

You're a mondo dismo!

Jack Colton:

I'm... what am I? I'm what?

Joan Wilder:

You're a man who takes money from stranded women!

Zolo:

How will you die, Joan Wilder? Slow, like... a snail? Or fast, like a shooting star?

Zolo:

Don't I know you?

Ralph:

No comprendo.

Zolo:

You are an American?

Ralph:

[changing to French accent to hide his identity] Uh, odio, er... ah... americanos, uh... I pit on 'em, ptuh! I hate americanos, they're scumo! Scum!

Zolo:

Et vous français.

Joan Wilder:

Can we get there in your car?

Juan:

Who told you I had a car?

Joan Wilder:

The men in the village.

Juan:

They told you I had a car? They are such comedians. They meant my little mule: Pepe.

Ralph:

I had it in my hands, Ira. These hands that are going to break every bone in your body.

[Zolo points a gun at his face]

Ralph:

... later.