Down by Law (1986) Poster

(1986)

Tom Waits: Zack

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Quotes 

  • Roberto : It is a sad and beautiful world!

    Zack : Yeah, it's a sad and beautiful world, pal. Eh, buzz off.

    Roberto : Ah, thank you! Buzz off-a to you, too.

    Zack : Buzz off!

    Roberto : Ah, buzz off. Buzz off? Buzz off? It's - it's a sad and beautiful world. Buzz off.

    [writes it down in a pocket notebook] 

    Roberto : Buzz - off. Good evening, buzz off to everybody. Oh, thank you. Buzz off to you too. Oh, it's a pleasure. Thank you.

    Zack : [takes a swig of beer, starts singing]  O-we, now, now, it's a sad and beautiful world, It's a sad and beautiful world, It's a sad and beautiful world, It's a sad and beautiful world...

  • Roberto : So, Jack. Jack, why, why are you put in this prison?

    Jack : I don't know, Bob. It was voodoo or somethin', you know. - I was framed. I was completely innocent. You understand?

    Roberto : Yes. You are innocent man. I understand. And you, my friend, Jack, why are you put in this prison?

    Zack : I was set up, Bob. Just like Jack. I ham - an innocent man.

    Roberto : I see. You too are a innocent man.

    Zack : So, Bob...

    Roberto : Yes?

    Zack : For why are you in this prison put?

    Roberto : Me? I killed a man.

    Zack : You killed a man, huh? What'd you do that for, Bob? The guy didn't like Walt Whitman?

    Roberto : I never ask-a to dis man if he like-a de Walt Whitman.

  • Jack : Guard! I need a light here. I can't believe this. Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard!

    [speaking to himself] 

    Jack : What am I doin' in here?

    Zack : Can't you see? You are not the only innocent *asshole* in here. I was set up too. Just like you. Just like you.

    Jack : I am not just like you; whatever you say. I don't even want to deal with you. You got it? As far as I'm concerned, you don't even exist. Not at all. Got it?

    Zack : Well, you don't exist either. Walls don't exist. The floor doesn't exist. This stress is not here. These bunks aren't here. Bars aren't here. None of this is really here. None of this is really here at all.

  • Roberto : Zack, do you like - Robert Frost?

    Zack : Not this again, man.

  • Jack : This is how you dressed before you were in the joint, right? Sort of garbage man on parade.

    Zack : You, uh, plannin' on doin' a little squirrel huntin', Jack?

  • Laurette : Look at you, Zack. Look what you're doin' to yourself. You're diggin' your own grave. Why can't you just stay at one station for awhile? Why do you always got to go fuck up your own future, huh? What are you so afraid of, Zack?

    Zack : Yeah, well, that's right, alright. You can't live in the present forever.

  • Roberto : You like Walt Whitman? Yes, I like Walt Whitman very much. Leaves of Glass.

    Zack : What?

    Roberto : Nothing. I say that you like Walt Whitman.

    Zack : Walt Whitman?

    Roberto : Yes. I like Walt Whitman very much. Very good the Leaves of Glass. Leaves of Glass.

  • Jack : Who the fuck put you in charge?

    Zack : I put myself in charge. Cause you can't keep it together.

  • Preston : Zack ! Hey man ! What the fuck ya doin' here in the garbage ?

    Zack : [without looking at Preston]  Just leave me alone, Preston. I'm in a bad mood.

    Preston : Then I'm just the man you've been looking for. In fact, I've been looking for you.

    Zack : That's a bad sign.

    Preston : Now, Zack , baby ! I got somethin' real good for you. An hour's work for a whole lotta scratch.

    Zack : I ain't interested.

    Preston : Then you ARE in a bad mood. You won't even let me propose it to you ! Can you just listen to me for one minute, will ya ? One minute of your, uh... valuable time ?

    Zack : [sighs in exasperation]  Just fuck off, Preston.

    Preston : [chuckles and acts like he's going to walk away from him, but then goes back to him]  All I wanna do is pay you a grand, in exchange of a single hour of your very very valuable time. But this ain't no break in, no delivery of controlled substances, none of this stuff. It's just to drive a car, from one part of town to another, alone. That's it.

    Zack : What kind of car will that be, Preston ?

    Preston : That will be a very nice car. A very nice, very expensive imported car, which just happens to be in between owners at the present time.

    Zack : [mutters to himself] 

    Preston : Look man, all you gotta do is drive the car across town, park it, leave it. I can pay half grand upfront, and the other half later. The whole thing's over in an hour! It's very safe, very clean, and believe me, i can get a million guys to do this for me.

    Zack : Then why don't you do it yourself ?

    Preston : I'm offerin' a grand so I don't have to answer stupid questions like that.

    Zack : Well... I might consider the grand upfront... then I might think about it.

    Preston : Jesus !

    [a pause] 

    Preston : Zack... you are in a nasty mood. So just to cheer you up a little bit, I give you 750 upfront. OK ?

    [Zack rises to leave him on the spot but he holds him back] 

    Preston : Alright, alright, Mr. All-Mighty-Hot-Shit. I'm gonna do you this favour.

    [he gives Zack the keys of the car] 

    Zack : [impressed, but still muttering to himself]  Oh man ! A Jaguar !

    Preston : I'll give you the whole thing upfront

    [he gives Zack the money] 

    Preston : Now you owe me.

    [long pause] 

    Preston : Zack, you know you can buy yourself twenty girls for all of that ?

  • Zack : What do you think, Jack?

    Jack : How the fuck should I know?

  • Zack : Well, how did you learn how to speak English?

    Nicoletta : Oh, yes, I speak pretty well; but, I know nothing about English for restaurant. Like food, good plate, nice dish, das what I don't know.

    Zack : Well, Bob should come in handy there. He speaks good restaurant English.

    Roberto : Yes!

    Nicoletta : Yes, my killer.

  • Laurette : Maybe you should just go back to New York or Detroit or Baltimore. You said you liked it there, remember? Go back to one of them stations where you used to work and ask them to give you a second chance. There's nothin' wrong with askin' somebody for somethin'. Why is that always so fuckin' hard for you? You're a good DJ, Zack. All you got to do is learn to jerk people off a little. That's all they really want, you know.

    Zack : Well, I never jerk people off and you fuckin' know it, Laurette.

    Laurette : Okay, okay, fine. Forget it! I'm not talkin' to you anymore, Zack. Okay? I'm not talkin' to you any more. Because you don't want to fuckin' be here. And I'm not gonna let you play with me any more!

  • Zack : I ain't goin' back to Detroit. That's for damn sure. Shit. You can bet your ass I'm a good DJ.

  • Roberto : Excuse me, Jack.

    Zack : Zack!

    Roberto : Zack. I have-a the hic-cups. Do you have some cigarette?

    Zack : No. No!

    Roberto : No. I understand. Thank you. Do you have-a, Zack, some cigarette?

    Jack : I'm Jack. Get it straight.

    Roberto : Yes. Get it straight. But, do you have some cigarette?

    Jack : Cigarettes won't help with hiccups. Not in this country.

    Roberto : Me, yes. Cigarette help me - when - eh - when I have the hiccups.

    Jack : [gives Roberto a cigarette]  Don't ask me again.

  • Roberto : Excuse me, Jack, do you...

    Zack : Zack.

    Roberto : Zack!

    Zack : I'm Zack!

    Roberto : Zack.

    Zack : He's Jack! I'm Zack.

  • Zack : I ain't gonna sleep around here. This whole place is crawlin' with alligators. Big ones. And snakes of all kinds. You got water moccasins, copperheads, diamond backs, you name it, man. There's all kinds of shit out there.

  • Zack : Look, we're all staying together - until we find out where the hell we are.

  • Zack : Robert Frost? In Italian?

    Roberto : Yes. I have read all the - your poets in Italian.

    Zack : Bob Frost.

    Roberto : Frost.

    Zack : Bob Frost. - - In Italian.

  • Zack : Well, I guess this is it.

    Jack : Yeah.

    Zack : I don't see a sign around or anything.

    Jack : Well, she said the one on the right goes west.

    Zack : She said she didn't know.

    Jack : Look, man, it don't matter to me. You go - whichever way you want. Right?

    Zack : Right.

    Jack : And I'll go the other way.

    Zack : Yeah, right.

    Jack : Right.

    Zack : Yeah, right.

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