Falling Down

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? You're mad because they lied to you? Listen, pal, they lie to everyone. They lie to the fish. But that doesn't give you any special right to do what you did today.

Captain Yardley:
I never liked you. You know why? You don't curse. I don't trust a man who doesn't curse. Not a "f***" or a "sh*t" in all these years. Real men curse.

Sergeant Prendergast:
Let's meet a couple of police officers. They are all good guys.

Bill Foster:
I'm the bad guy?

Sergeant Prendergast:
Yeah.

Bill Foster:
How did that happen?

Nick:
We're the same, you and me. We're the same, don't you see?

Bill Foster:
We are not the same. I'm an American and you're a sick a**hole.

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 girl's birthday party and if everyone will just stay out of my way, nobody will get hurt.

Bill Foster:
You think I'm a thief? You see, I'm not the thief. I'm not the one charging 85 cents for a STINKING SODA. You're the thief. I'm just standing up for my rights as a consumer.

Bill Foster:
Nothing.

Bill Foster:
Trepassing?

Bill Foster:
I didn't see any signs.

Bill Foster:
It says all that?

Bill Foster:
Well, maybe if you wrote it in f***ing English, I would f***ing understand it.

Bill Foster:
Can anybody tell me what's wrong with this picture?

Annoying Man at Phone Booth:
Excuse me... Hey, EXCUSE ME. I don't 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:
There's other people who want to use the phone?

Annoying Man at Phone Booth:
That's right, you selfish a**hole.

Bill Foster:
Well, that's too bad. Because you know what?

Bill Foster:
I think it's out of order.

Sergeant Prendergast:
F*** you Captain Yardley. F*** you very much.

Bill Foster:
Why am I calling you by your first names? I don't even know you. I still call my boss "Mister", and I've been working for him for seven years, but all of a sudden I walk in here and I'm calling you Rick and Sheila like we're in some kind of AA meeting. . .I don't want to be your buddy, Rick. I just want some breakfast.

Sheila:
You can call me Miss Folsom if you want.

Bill Foster:
You're Korean? Do you have any idea how much money my country has given your country?

Bill Foster:
I don't know. But, it's gotta be a lot.

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've passed the point of no return. Do you know what that is, Beth? That's the point in a journey where it's more difficult to go back to the beginning. It's like when those astronauts got in trouble. I don't 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, that's me. I'm 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 it's still legal to kill your wife if she insults you?

Bill Foster:
You're an animal doctor?

Bill Foster:
What were you - a drummer boy? You must've been 10 years old.

Nick:
You know what was in this? Zyklon-B! You remember? What the Nazis had? Listen!

Nick:
Empty! This was used, man! This was actually used. I wonder how many kikes this little can took out! Huh! Think about it!

Mr. Lee:
You go now. No trouble.

Bill Foster:
No. I stay. What do you think of that?

Bill Foster:
What are you doing to the street?

Bill Foster:
Two days ago it was fine. Are you telling me the street fell apart in two days?

Bill Foster:
Pardon me, but that's bullshit. You see, I don't think anything's wrong with the street! I think you're just trying to justify your inflated budgets! I know how it works! If you don't spend the projected amount this year, you don't get the same amount next year! Now, I want you to admit, THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THE STREET!

Nick:
Why don't 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 couldn't have been helpful, Officer-ess.

Nick:
F*** you. Who the f*** are you? Are you f***ing with me? I...

Bill Foster:
I am just disagreeing with you. In America, we have the freedom of speech. The right to disagree.

Nick:
F*** you and your freedom.

Sergeant Prendergast:
Get a positive ID on the gym bag.

Captain Yardley:
Prendergast, what do you think this is?

Sergeant Prendergast:
A gym bag.

Captain Yardley:
Does this mean you're putting me under arrest?

Bill Foster:
Hey. Why are you putting barbed wire on that fence? Is this how you rich people amuse yourselves? You put barbed wire on the fence so innocent people like me can hurt themselves looking in?

Bill Foster:
What's wrong?

Bill Foster:
Well, what can I do about it?

Bill Foster:
Where are your pills?

Bill Foster:
Bad news. Your little car's gonna drown. And you're gonna die, wearing that stupid hat. How does it feel?

Bill Foster:
You missed.

Bill Foster:
I missed too.

Bill Foster:
You see? That's the concept

Bill Foster:
Take some shooting lessons, a**hole

Guy on Freeway:
Hey, where do you think you're going?

Bill Foster:
I'm going home!

Bill Foster:
What about the brief case? You forgot the brief case! I'm going home! So clear a path, you motherf***ers! Clear a path! I'M GOING HOME!

Sergeant Prendergast:
Lucky you caught me.

Sergeant Prendergast:
Yeah. Today's my last day as a cop.

Nick:
You want freedom? I'll give you f***ing freedom.

Nick:
You're going to jail, f*ggot. How's that for freedom? Freedom to get f***ed up the ass by some big buck n*gger. Give me your other hand! He's gonna be right behind you. Just like this. You're gonna like that, won't you you f*ggot f***?

Nick:
Give me your other hand.

Bill Foster:
I can't.

Nick:
Why not?

Bill Foster:
Gravity.

Nick:
Gravity? What the f*** does that mean?

Bill Foster:
I'll fall down.

Bill Foster:

What the hell you trying to do? Kill me with a golf ball? Is that enough for all your dirty land for this game? But you had to kill me with a golf ball? We should have children here, family picnics... We should have a goddamn petting zoo instead of these stupid electric carts for you old men with nothing better to do.

Nick:
We're the same, you and me. We're the same. Don't you see?

Bill Foster:
We are not the same. I'm an American. You're a sick a**hole.

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 girl's birthday party, and if you all just stay out of my way, nobody will get hurt.

Nick:
F*** you! Who the f*** are you? Are you f***ing with me?

Bill Foster:
I am just disagreeing with you! In America, we have the freedom of speech, the right to disagree!

Nick:
F*** you and your freedom!

Bill Foster:
What kind of doctor lives here?

Man:
Plastic surgeon.

Bill Foster:
Plastic surgery bought this? Guess I'm in the wrong racket. Are there correspondence courses in plastic surgery?

Bill Foster:
[Before destroying merchandise in a Korean drug store] I'm rolling prices back to 1965! What do you think of that?

Bill Foster:
[to customer at Whammyburger] You enjoying your meal? [customer chokes food onto tray] Hey, I think we have a critic! I don't think she likes the special sauce, Rick.

Bill Foster:
God bless the working stiff!

Bill Foster:
I lost my job. Actually I didn't lose it. It lost me. I'm overeducated, underskilled—Maybe it's the other way around. I forget—but I'm obsolete. I'm not economically viable. I can't even support my own kid.