The Hitcher
1986
Interrogation Sergeant: What's your name? Come on. What's your name? Do you have a name? Do you have a police record? Where are you from? John Ryder: Disneyland.
(Picking up the hitchhiker) Jim Halsey: My mother told me to never do this.
Jim Halsey: Do I look like a killer to you?
Nash: Actually we're all from Mars around here, we keep our spaceship out back. So... what planet are you from?
Nash: Why didn't he kill us? Jim Halsey: Let's go. Nash: Why didn't he kill us? (pause) Jim Halsey: Let's go.
John Ryder: Gas stations have cigarettes. Jim Halsey: What about gas? John Ryder: I don't need gas. Jim Halsey: What do you want? Jim Halsey: What's so funny? John Ryder: (Stops Laughing) That's what the other guy said. Jim Halsey: What other guy? John Ryder: That guy back there, the one we just passed. The guy who picked me up before you did. Jim Halsey: That was him in there? John Ryder: Sure it was. He couldn't have walked very far. Jim Halsey: Why's that? John Ryder: Because I cut off his legs... and his arms... and his Head. And I'm going to do the same to you.
Jim Halsey: Look, I think you better get out now. (Silence) . The ride is over. (Silence) . Goodbye. John Ryder: I'm going to sit here. And you're going to drive.
Jim Halsey: You'll get caught. John Ryder: Sure. Fine. So What.
John Ryder: How do you like "Shitsville"?
Trooper Hancock: You just threw your life down the toilet, girl. Nash: When the truth comes down, I'll be just fine.
(Donner photographs Jim Halsey) Trooper Donner: Well, these are real good. Your mama's gonna like those.
Trooper Hancock: You spit on my wrist. Jim Halsey: What? Trooper Hancock: I said you spit on my wrist. Wipe it off.
Captain Esteridge: You're gonna get yourself killed. And if you don't, you're gonna be in a whole lotta trouble. Jim Halsey: I'm sorry, sir. It's something I gotta do. Captain Esteridge: No, you don't know what you're doin'. Jim Halsey: Yeah, I do.
(Jim watches John Ryder being interrogated) Jim Halsey: (whispering) John Ryder. Captain Esteridge: What'd you say? Jim Halsey: His name is John Ryder.
(John leaps into the police truck that Jim is driving) John Ryder: Hi kid.
Trooper Hancock: (talking about Jim) Don't you know who he is? Nash: You got the wrong man, Lyle. Trooper Hancock: Like hell we do!
Proprietor: Well, what happened to you? Jim Halsey: Nothing. Proprietor: Nothing? Jim Halsey: Nothing happened.
Sergeant Starr: (to Donner) That kid ain't a killer. Any fool can see that.