Quotes

From Quentin Tarantino's
True Romance
Clarence: In 'Jailhouse Rock' he's everything rockabilly's about. I mean, he is rockabilly: mean, surly, nasty, rude. In that movie he couldn't give a fuck about anything except rockin' and rollin', livin' fast, dyin' young, and leaving a good-lookin' corpse. I love that scene where after he's made it big he's throwing a big cocktail party, and all these highbrows are there, and he's singing, 'Baby You're So Square...Baby, I Don't Care.' Now, they got him dressed like a dick. He's wearing these stupid-looking pants, this horrible sweater. Elvis ain't no sweater boy. I even think they got him wearin' penny loafers. Despite all that shit, all the highbrows at the party, big house, the stupid clothes, he's still a rude-lookin' motherfucker. I'd watch that hillbilly and I'd want to be him so bad. Elvis looked good. I'm no fag, but Elvis was good-lookin'. He was fuckin' prettier than most women. I always said if I ever had to fuck a guy...I mean had too 'cause my life depended on it...I'd fuck Elvis.

Lucy: I'd fuck Elvis
Cliff: What makes you think I could do that?

Clarence: You were a cop.

Cliff: What makes you think I would do that?

Clarence: I'm your son.
Cliff: I give up. Who are you?

Coccotti: I am the Anti-Christ. You get me in a vendetta kind of mood, you will tell the angels in Heaven that you had never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincenzo Coccotti. I work for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?

Cliff: I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.

Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the how-full-of-shit-I-am question you've been asking yourself. Now, we're gonna have a little Q and A, and at the risk of sounding redundant, please make your answers genuine.
Clarence: Hello, Mrs. Worley

Alabama: How do you do, Mr Worley?

Clarence: Top o' the morning to you, Mrs. Worley.

Alabama: Bottom of the ninth, Mr. Worley. Oh, by the by, have you seen your lovely wife today?

Clarence: Oh, you're speaking of my charming wife, Mrs. Alabama Worley.

Alabama: Of course. Are there others, Mr. Worley?

Clarence: Not for me.
Elvis: Well? Can you live with it?

Clarence: What?

Elvis: Can you live with it?

Clarence Live with what?

Elvis: With that son of a bitch walkin' around breathin' the same air as you? And gettin' away with it every day. Are you haunted?

Clarence: Yeah.

Elvis: You wanna get unhaunted?

Clarence: Yeah.

Elvis: Then shoot 'em. Shoot 'em in the face. And feed that boy to the dogs.