Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man
1991
Harley Davidson: It's better to be dead and cool, than alive and uncool.
Harley Davidson: Better dead and cool than alive and uncool.
Harley Davidson: We're gonna jump. Marlboro: Are you out of your fuckin' mind? Harley Davidson: C'mon, it's the only way. Marlboro: Uh-uh. Harley Davidson: You're gonna get shot up here. Marlboro: Well, you're gonna get squashed down there. Harley Davidson: I'd rather be squashed than shot. Marlboro: Not me. Harley Davidson: Fine, then. (punches Marlboro) I owe you that. (Jumps off building into pool below.) Marlboro: I hate you for this... I fuckin' hate you for this. (Jumps.) I HATE YOU HARLEY... Oh shit! Harley Davidson: Some rush, eh?
Marlboro: My old man told me, before he left this shitty world, never chase buses or women, you'll always be left behind.
Jimmy Jiles: Jack, the deal is, YOU LOSE. You don't tear the guy's arm out of the socket!
Harley Davidson: I kicked his ass before. Marlboro: That was in 3rd grade, and Jack had a broken arm. Harley Davidson: Yeah, but I'm the one that broke it.
Marlboro: Squeeze the trigger, don't yank it, it's not your dick.
Marlboro: He's gonna steal my woman, I'm gonna steal his bike.
Marlboro: My old man told me, before he left this shitty world, the right woman can make ya, and the wrong woman can break ya.
Disc Jockey: There's a new drug out there called Crystal Dream. Now, what it is, you don't shoot it, you don't smoke it, you don't snort it. Apparently, you put it in your eyes, and it tells you lies.
Virginia Slim: Robert, you've got to tell me where you are. Marlboro: Nope, can't do that. I've already dug enough graves, and none of them my own.
Marlboro: I ain't leaving here until I have five big bills in my pocket or your woman in my bed.
Marlboro: You know, that gun costs about two dollars every time you fire it. That's two bucks a bullet. Harley Davidson: Well how many'd I hit? Marlboro: You spent twelve dollars and didn't hit a goddamn thing. I nailed one and it cost about four and a quarter.
Marlboro: You shot me Harley!, You fucking shot me!, I can't believe you shot me!
Marlboro: Lay off my boots Harley!, I'm in no fucking mood.
Marlboro: You know, my old man told me before he left this shitty world that there would be blue-bellied chicken shit bastards like you out there!
Marlboro: Guns are meant to be shot Harley, not thrown!