American History X
1998
Doris Vinyard: I'm ashamed that you came out of my body.
Cameron: This is stupid. Go cool off, get laid, do something, comeback when you're ready to talk. Derek Vinyard: Yeah, but it really doesn't matter if I do does it, 'cause you got a whole crop already lined up you fuckin' chicken hawk! Cameron: Excuse me? Derek Vinyard: You prey on people Cam. I lost three years of my life for your fuckin' phony cause but I'm onto you know you fuckin' snake. Cameron: Hey watch it Derek, this isn't some fuckin' country club where you can walk in and outta here... Derek Vinyard: Shut up! Shut Up! Shut the fuck up, I came here for one reason, to tell you that I'm out, and Danny's out too and if you come near him again, I'll fuckin' kill you.
Bob Sweeney: There was a moment... when I used to blame everything and everyone... for all the pain and suffering and vile things that happened to me, that I saw happen to my people. Used to blame everybody. Blamed white people, blamed society, blamed God. I didn't get no answers 'cause I was asking the wrong questions. You have to ask the right questions. Derek Vinyard: Like what? Bob Sweeney: Has anything you've done made your life better?
Derek Vinyard: One in every three black males is in some phase of the correctional system. Is that a coincidence or do these people have, you know, like a racial commitment to crime?
Doris Vinyard: You think you're the only one doin' time, Derek? You think you're here all alone? You think I'm not in here with you?
Seth: Who do you hate, Danny? Danny Vinyard: I hate anyone that isn't white Protestant. Seth: Why? Danny Vinyard: They're a burden to the advancement of the white race. Some of them are all right, I guess... Seth: None of 'em are fucking all right, Danny, OK?
Danny Vinyard: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it.
Danny Vinyard: So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. 'We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.'
Murray: Derek, what are you trying to prove?
Derek Vinyard: We're so hung up on this notion that we have some obligation to help the struggling black man, you know. Cut him some slack until he can overcome these historical injustices. It's crap. I mean, Christ, Lincoln freed the slaves, like, what? 130 years ago. How long does it take to get your act together?
(Inside prison laundry) Lamont: I'm the most dangerous man in this prison. You know why? 'Cause I control the underwear.
Danny Vinyard: We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained we must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature.
Danny Vinyard: I believe in death, destruction, chaos filth and greed.
Derek Vinyard: Every night, thousands of these parasites stream across the border like some fuckin' pinata exploded. (the skinheads laugh) Don't laugh! There's nothin' funny goin' on here! (the skinheads immediately quiet down)
Murray: What are you doing Derek? This is your family. Derek Vinyard: Right, my family so you know what? I don't give two shits about you or anyone else or what they think. You're not a part of it and you never will be. Murray: That has nothing to do with it! Derek Vinyard: Oh it doesn't? You don't think I see what you're trying to do here? You think I'm gonna sit here and smile while some fuckin' kike tries to fuck my mother? It's never gonna happen Murray, fuckin' forget it, not on my watch, not while I'm still in this family. I will fuckin' cut your Shylock nose off and stick it up your ass before I let that happen. Coming here and poison my family's dinner with your Jewish, Nigger-lovin', hippie bullshit. Fuck you! Fuck you! Yeah, walk out, asshole, fuckin' Cabala reading motherfucker. Get the fuck out of my house.
(Danny walks in on Derek and Stacey having sex) Danny Vinyard: (whispering) Der. Derek. Stacey: Jesus, Danny! Fuckin' perv. Derek Vinyard: Jesus, Danny. What the fuck are you thinking? Danny Vinyard: There's a black guy breaking into your car. Derek Vinyard: How many are there? (Derek quickly pulls on white boxers and black combat boots) Danny Vinyard: I don't know. I think one. Derek Vinyard: Is he strapped? Danny Vinyard: What? Derek Vinyard: Does he have a fucking gun Danny? Danny Vinyard: I don't fuckin' know, man. (Derek pulls out a gun from his dresser drawer) Stacey: Oh, my God Derek what are you doing? Derek Vinyard: Not right now honey.
Derek Vinyard: Nigger, you just fucked with the wrong bull. You should've learned your lesson on the fuckin' basketball court. But you fuckin' monkey's never get the message. My father gave me that truck motherfucker! You ever shoot at fireman? You come here and shoot at my family? I'm gonna teach you a real lesson now motherfucker. Put your fuckin' mouth on the curb. Lawrence: Come on man. Derek Vinyard: Put it on the curb right now! Danny Vinyard: Derek, no! Derek Vinyard: Now say good night. (Derek stomps Lawrence's head into the curb)
Seth: (singing) My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling at the zoo, / We've washed ourselves in niggers blood and all the mongrels too, / We've taken down the zog machine Jew by Jew by Jew, / The white man marches on!
Cameron: You made the fat kid a little nervous. He thinks the joint messed with your mind. Derek Vinyard: It did.
(On Derek's change in prison) Danny Vinyard: I'm sorry, Derek. I'm sorry that happened to you. Derek Vinyard: I'm not. I'm lucky. I feel lucky because it's wrong, Danny. It's wrong and it was eating me up, it was going to kill me. And I kept asking myself all the time, how did I buy into this shit? It was because I was pissed off, and nothing I ever did ever took that feeling away. I killed two guys, Danny, I killed them. And it didn't make me feel any different. It just got me more lost and I'm tired of being pissed off, Danny. I'm just tired of it.
Danny Vinyard: (referring to Dr Sweeney) He's one of those proud to be nigger guys, I hate those guys. Cameron: Now wait a minute Danny, he's not proud, no he's a manipulative self-righteous Uncle Tom whose trying to make you feel guilty about writing about Adolf Hitler.
Derek Vinyard: D'you see this? (Pulls down shirt to reveal huge swastika tattoo on his chest) Derek Vinyard: This means "Not welcome".
Danny Vinyard: (writing the beginning of the essay) People look at me and see my brother.
Lamont: Just remember, in here, you the nigga. Not me.
(Derek is leaving prison) Lamont: 'Sup, man? You getting outta here? Well, c'mon man! What the fuck you waiting on? Derek Vinyard: Yeah, you know, I got this funny feeling. Lamont: Oh yeah? What's that? Derek Vinyard: I'm thinking the only reason I'm getting outta here in one piece is you. Lamont: C'mon man! Get the fuck outta here, man! You think I'm gonna put my neck on the line for some crazy-ass peckerwood? Derek Vinyard: Yeah, right. Stupid. (a moment of silence passes and Lamont looks away) Derek Vinyard: That's what I thought. I owe you, man. Lamont: Man, you owe me shit, a'ight? Derek Vinyard: Yes, I do. (Derek offers his hand and Lamont takes it) Derek Vinyard: You'll be outta here in no time. Lamont: C'mon man, it's a piece of cake, a'ight? You just take it easy on the brothers, a'ight? The *brothers*!
Danny Vinyard: (arguing about his "Mein Kampf" paper) Look Sweeney, did you bring me here to talk about Derek? Because what happened to him has nothing to do with me. Bob Sweeney: Everything you do right now has something to do with Derek.
Bob Sweeney: (arguing with Danny Vinyard about his "Mein Kampf" paper) I think the street would kill you. Your rhetoric and your propaganda aren't gonna save you out there.
Curtis: (offscreen, to another skinhead) Hey, man, want a toke? Derek Vinyard: Curtis, what are you doing? Weed is for niggers. You put that away right now.