Morgan Freeman: Charlie

Nurse Betty

Charlie

Charlie: How'd they describe her?
Wesley: You know, blonde, thin, whatever.
Charlie: Slow down: blonde, thin, yeah. Did they say anything about style? Did they mention grace?

Charlie: People who get the calls are good. Not flashy, good. They get in, they get out, nobody knows a goddamn thing. You understand? Boom, boom, boom. Three in the head, you know they're dead.
Wesley: You know, that's kind of catchy.
Charlie: Yeah? Well I'll make you a fucking bumper sticker.

Charlie: I'm asking for an example of one of these dumb fucks being a dumb fuck.

[Charlie is criticizing Wesley for scalping Betty's husband]
Wesley: Why the fuck did you mention all them Indians for?
Charlie: Jesus Christ, Wesley! If I had mentioned Ty Cobb, would you have beat him to death with a baseball bat?

Wesley: Did you have a good time? Did you make a wish? Get in touch with your blackness? Found your Betty... well, at least where she has been hanging out.
Charlie: Where? Where is she?
Wesley: Not telling you.
Charlie: What?
Wesley: Not telling you till you straighten up. Danced around like fucking bo-jangles out there, what the fuck? This has got to stop, and I mean it!

Charlie: Now I'm gonna tell you what stupid is. Stupid is taking something that doesn't belong to you. Right Wesley?
Wesley: That's right.
Charlie: Stupid is trying to sell it to other people who are, by their very nature, untrustworthy.
Wesley: That is so right.
Charlie: Stupid is calling people in Kansas City who are affiliated with the rightful owners of the thing you stole, and trying to sell it to them. Right Wesley?
Wesley: Now, that's really stupid.
Charlie: So you see, we have totally different ideas of what's stupid and what's not. Don't we?

Charlie: My son is dead because you wanted to be with this doctor...... .this fake doctor.

Charlie: I'll tell you, if anyone got a raw deal it's the American Indian. This country has a black mark on its soul for what was done to them. I'm all for them owning casinos, getting rich off the white man's greed. It's a beautiful piece of irony, isn't it, Wesley?
Wesley: It sure is!

Charlie: Are you out of your fucking mind? What the hell is the matter with you?
[Del struggles to escape after being scalped by Wesley as Charlie pulls out his gun and shoots him to death]
Charlie: What the fuck is your problem?
Wesley: You told me to do it!
Charlie: That was to get him to talk

Charlie: So, give me an example of a stupid person doing a stupid thing. Not being stupid yourself, you're equipped to know. Right?
Del: Are we gonna get down to business here or not?
Charlie: Just give me one example.
Del: One? OK, OK. Burger King opens up. These assholes get excited and line up like they've never seen one before. Like it's some kind of five-star restaurant.
Charlie: Five stars?
Del: Yeah.
Charlie: How about it, Wesley? That sound stupid to you?
Wesley: No, that's ignorant. They just don't know any better.

Charlie: This is great, just great! Now we don't know where the goddamn stuff is.
Wesley: He told us it's in the Buick.
Charlie: We don't know which Buick, do we?
Wesley: Well, why'd you shoot him?
Charlie: I had to shoot him! It was the only decent thing to do AFTER YOU SCALPED HIM!

Wesley: You gave me a look!
Charlie: What look?
Wesley: That one look you got! I thought you were done, so I offed him.
Charlie: I wasn't done, I was just sick of hearing him whine. And you didn't off him, you scalped him. Christ, I almost puked, did I tell you that

Del Sizemore: Can we get down to business, please?
[Wesley pulls a gun out of his pocket and points it at Del's head]
Del Sizemore: [startled] Jesus Christ!
Wesley: He's waiting.
Del Sizemore: OK, OK, OK!, I don't know, Injuns are stupid.
Wesley: [shocked] Injuns?
Charlie: Del, did you just say "Injuns"?
Del Sizemore: Indians. Injuns, whatever. I mean, they're always getting drunk and doin' stupid shit.
Charlie: Like what?
Del Sizemore: Pukin' on the sidewalk. Stupid shit.
Charlie: Well, let's see, round here, that would be Kiowa, Kickapoo and Osage. Am I right about that?
Del Sizemore: I... I don't know.
Charlie: You don't know?

Charlie: Consider yourself lucky, Del, luckier than those injuns you've got such contempt for.