Harry Quote #223

Quote from Harry in I Brake for Dick

Tommy: I don't understand her.
Sally: What's to understand? Kill her and get a new one.
Harry: No, no, no, no, no, you can't do that, see? You gotta get a new one and then you kill her. It's like the book says, "Be prepared."
Sally: The Official Boy Scout Guide Book. Who are the Boy Scouts?
Harry: They're an elite pre-pubescent, paramilitary society. And I'm gonna follow their ways.
Sally: But, Harry, you're neither elite, nor pre-pubescent.
Harry: All in good time, Sally. All in good time.

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 ‘I Brake for Dick’ Quotes

Quote from Dick

Dick: I can't believe the arbitrary way that humans decide which animals to revere and which to eat. It's nothing more than a barbaric popularity contest. Take the koala bear: cute and cuddly. Have you ever heard of a koala burger? A koala dog? Koala falafel? No! The noble cow, whose only sins are her pendulous teets and redundant stomachs, is doomed to be sawed into freezer-friendly chunks and sold by the pound to the bloodthirsty masses.

Quote from Dick

Dick: No, I have to face it. I'm nothing more than a death machine.
Mary: Well, you're also a life machine. You created a life... Tommy.
Dick: Oh, I had nothing to do with that.
Mary: Come on, you had a little something to do with it. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be here.
Dick: Well, that's true, I did bring him. Uh... into this world, I mean.
Mary: See, life has a way of balancing things out.
Dick: You're right, Mary. We're part of a great cycle. "There's a time to live, a time to die, a time to sow, a time to reap..." a time to reupholster and a time to keep the furnishings you have and just brighten them up with a few throw pillows.
Mary: Something like that.

Quote from Nina

Tommy: Nina, I need a woman's point of view for something. Um, my girlfriend's not speaking to me because I didn't ask her to a dance.
Nina: Mmm, send her flowers.
Tommy: She once told me that flowers reminded her of the morbid stench of death.
Nina: Okay. Well, how about a gift? Maybe a nice makeup kit.
Tommy: Uh, she sees makeup as a way for the arrogant misogynists to decorate the women they own and turn them into you know, like vacuous playthings.
Nina: Oh, I bet you two have a lot of fun.
Tommy: Wait, that's all you've got?
Nina: What do I look like, "Dear Sandy"?
Tommy: Who's "Dear Sandy"?
Nina: The advice lady from the paper. You know, like, "Dear Sandy, I'm a whiny little teenager with girlfriend problems and the only person I can bug about it is my dad's stunning Nubian secretary."
Tommy: Yeah, yeah, yeah, could you write that down for me?
Nina: Sure, you mean the stunning Nubian part?