Doug Hutchison: Percy Wetmore

The Green Mile

Percy Wetmore

Percy Wetmore: [after finding Mr. Jingles alive after he steps on him] You switched 'em. You switched 'em somehow, you bastards.
Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Yeah I always keep a spare mouse in my wallet for occasions such as this.

Percy Wetmore: [while tapping Arlen's burned face after being electrocuted] Adios, Chief! Drop us a card from Hell, let us know if it's hot enough...
Brutus "Brutal" Howell: [Brutus grabs Percy's arm and pushes him away from Arlen's body] He's paid what he's owed; he's square with the house again, so keep your goddamn hands off him!

Hal: Percy... Something to say?
Percy Wetmore: I didn't know the sponge was supposed to be wet.
Hal: How many years you spend pissing on a toilet seat before someone told you to put it up?
Paul Edgecomb: Percy fucked up, Hal, pure and simple.
Hal: Is that your official position?
Paul Edgecomb: Don't you think it should be?

Eduard Delacroix: [In the electric chair, about to be executed] Don't forgot about Mouseville.
[Paul nods and smiles]
Percy Wetmore: [whispering] Hey!
[Del looks at Percy]
Percy Wetmore: There's no such place!
[Paul and Brutus exchange appalled looks]
Percy Wetmore: It's just a fairytale these guys told you to keep you quiet. Just thought you should know... faggot!
[Paul and Brutus look shocked]

Percy Wetmore: Well, well, well, looks like you've got yourself a new friend there, Del.
Eduard Delacroix: Don't hurt him!
Percy Wetmore: [to the guards] That the one I chased?
Paul Edgecomb: Yeah, that's the one. Del's been asking for a box' might keep it for a pet. What do you think?
Percy Wetmore: You know what? We oughta find a cigar box and some paper from the dispensary to line it with. Yeah, yeah, that should do real nice.
Paul Edgecomb: Man said get a cigar box.

Paul Edgecomb: Men under strain can snap; hurt themselves, hurt others. That's why our job is talking, not yelling. You'll do better to think of this place like an intensive care ward in a hospital.
Percy Wetmore: I think of it as a bucket of piss to drown rats in! That's all! Anybody doesn't like it can kiss my ass!
[pause]
Percy Wetmore: How's that sit?
[Brutal suddenly grabs Percy by the throat and pins him to the wall]
Percy Wetmore: Try it! You'll be on the bread lines before the week is out!

Percy Wetmore: What's up his ass?
Paul Edgecomb: You, always, you Percy.
Percy Wetmore: What I got a hate in you, boy, that the way it is around here?
Paul Edgecomb: Why don't you just move on and take that job down in Briar Ridge? Oh yeah, I know all about it. Sounds to me like a pretty good job.
Percy Wetmore: Yeah, I might just take it too, soon as you put me up front. Yeah you heard me, I want Brutal's spot for the next execution.
Paul Edgecomb: Seeing a man die, now that's not enough. You gotta be close enough to smell his nuts cook.
Percy Wetmore: I just wanna be up front that's all. Come on, one time. And you know what, you can get rid of me, I swear.
Paul Edgecomb: And what if I say no?
Percy Wetmore: Well, I might just stick around for good, might make me a career of this... boss.

Paul Edgecomb: We all know who your connections are, Percy. You ever threaten a man on this block again we're all gonna have a go. The job be damned.
Percy Wetmore: You done?
Paul Edgecomb: Get all this shit back in the restraining room; you are cluttering up my mile!

Percy Wetmore: [yells repeatedly as he brings John Coffey in] Dead man! Dead man walking! We got a dead man walking, here!
Paul Edgecomb: Jesus, please us! What is he yelling about?
Percy Wetmore: [continues yelling] Dead man! Dead man walking! Dead man! Dead man walking, here!
[he walks inside, leading a cuffed John Coffey]
Percy Wetmore: We got a dead man walking, here! Dead man walking! We got a dead man walking, here...
Paul Edgecomb: Percy!
[Percy stops]
Paul Edgecomb: That's enough.

Percy Wetmore: Hell raiser? He look more like a limp noodle to me. Hey!
[to a doped Wild Bill]
Percy Wetmore: You've been declared competent, son, 'know what that means? 'Means you gonna ride the lightning. Ha ha.
Dean Stanton: Percy, will you shut up and give us a hand here?

Percy Wetmore: Aaaaaahh!
[throws nightstick at mouse]
Percy Wetmore: Goddamn! Aargh, you little scurvy!
Harry Terwilliger: Percy, are you crazy, you little son of a bitch? Percy!
Percy Wetmore: I'm gonna kill you!
[throws trash can to the floor]
Harry Terwilliger: Percy!
Percy Wetmore: You little vermin! I'm gonna stomp your life out!
Eduard Delacroix: It's just a little mouse, dumb merde!
Percy Wetmore: You ugly little piece of shit!
[mouse runs under door]
Harry Terwilliger: Are you listening to me?
Percy Wetmore: Fuck!
Harry Terwilliger: Percy!
Percy Wetmore: [while grabbing keys to the padded room] I'm gonna rip your diseased head off, you little piece of shit!