Reservoir Dogs was Tarantino’s
first film to direct, though he’d made major script contributions on other
films such as From Dust Till Dawn (1996). It’s a bloody and violent, gritty
tale of honor among thieves. Each member of the group is called by colors, such
as Mr. Blue, Pink, White, Blonde, and Orange. The plot revolves around one
particular diamond heist, mainly, which doesn’t quite go as planned.
Tarantino is credited for
“redefining” the gangster genre for his original story of Reservoir Dogs. The
film got its name, by the way, from the film Au Revoir Les Enfants (1987),
whose title Tarantino could not pronounce back when he worked as a video store
clerk.
The film’s certainly no chick flick; there aren’t any female speaking parts, though there is much male dialogue, of course written by Tarantino himself. If you’ve already seen the film go ahead and read the trivia below, but if you haven’t you may want to wait until afterwards. That holds true for the quotes as well; just scroll down to the cast list and find out who’s who if you really don’t already know.
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Quotes from Reservoir Dogs:
Nice
Guy Eddie: We got places all over the
place.
Mr.
White: I'm hungry. Let's get a taco.
Mr.
White: If you shoot this man, you die
next. Repeat. If you shoot this man, you die next.
Mr.
Brown: OK, let me tell you what Like a
Virgin's about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm
talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick,
dick, dick, dick.
Mr.
Blue: How many dicks is that?
Mr.
White: A lot.
Mr.
Brown: Then one day she meets this John
Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles
Bronson in the Great Escape—he’s digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin’ this
serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever.
Pain. Pain. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know her pussy should be
Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it
did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once
was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a virgin."
Mr.
Pink: I'm very sorry the government taxes
their tips - that's fucked up. That ain't my fault. It would seem to me that
waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a
regular basis. Look, if you ask me to sign something that says the government
shouldn't do that, I'll sign it, put it to a vote, I'll vote for it, but what I
won't do is play ball. And as for this non-college bullshit I got two words for
that: learn to fuckin' type, 'cause if you're expecting me to help out with the
rent you're in for a big fuckin' surprise.
Mr.
Orange: This is a very weird situation.
'Cause I don't know if you remember back in '86 there was a major fucking
drought. Nobody had anything. People were living on resin---smoking the wood in
their pipes for months. This chick had a bunch. And she's begging me to sell it.
So I told her I wasn't going to be Joe the pot-man anymore, but I would take a
little bit and sell it to my close, close, close friends. She agreed to that,
said we'd keep the same arrangement as before; 10%, free pot for me, as long as
I helped her out that weekend. She had a brick of weed she was selling; she
didn't want to go to the buy alone. Her brother usually goes with her, but he's
in county unexpectedly.
Mr.
White: What for?
Mr.
Orange: His traffic tickets. Got a
warrant. They stopped him for something, found warrants on him, took him to
county. Now she doesn't walk around alone with all that weed. I don't want to
do this. I have a very bad feeling about it. But she keeps asking me, keeps
asking me keeps asking me, finally I said OK 'cause I'm sick of hearing it.
Now, we're picking the guy up at the train station---
Nice
Guy Eddie: Wait a minute. You go to the
train station to pick up the buyer with the weed on you?
Mr.
Orange: The guy needed it right away.
Don't ask me why. Anyway, we're get to the station and we're waiting for the
guy. I'm carrying the weed in one of those little carry-on bags. I got to take
a piss. So I tell the connection I'll be right back, I'm going to the boys'
room. So I walk in the men’s' room, and who's standing there? Four Los Angeles
County sheriffs and a German shepherd.
Nice
Guy Eddie: They're waiting for you?
Mr.
Orange: No, they're just a bunch of cops
hanging out in the men's room, talking. When I walked through the door, they
all stopped what they were talking about and they looked at me.
(Laughs)
Mr.
Orange: German shepherd starts barking.
He's barking at me. I mean it's obvious. He's barking at me. Every
nerve-ending, all my senses, blood in my veins, everything I have is screaming,
"Take off, man! Just bail, just get the fuck out of there!" Panic
hits me like a bucket of water. First there's the shock of it--- BAM! ---Right
in the face. I'm standing there drenched in panic. All these sheriffs looking
at me, and they know, man. They can smell it. Sure as that fucking dog can,
they can smell it on me.
Joe: All right ramblers let's get rambling!
Mr.
Pink sees Mr. Orange is shot in the stomach.
Mr.
Pink: Is it bad?
Mr.
White: As opposed to good?
Mr.
White: If you get a customer, or an
employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash
their nose in.
Mr.
Brown: Mr. Brown? That sounds too much
like Mr. Shit.
Joe
Cabot: And you are Mr. Pink.
Mr.
Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe
Cabot: Cause you're a faggot, ok?
Mr.
Pink: How about I be Mr. Purple?
Joe: No, You can't be Mr. Purple.
Mr.
Pink: Why not?
Joe: Someone on another job is Mr. Purple!
Mr.
White: Who cares what your name is?
Mr.
Pink: Oh yeah that's easy for you to say
you've got a cool sounding name. How about we trade, OK? You're Mr. Pink.
Mr.
White and Mr. Pink are washing up after the robbery went awry.
Mr.
Pink: You kill anybody?
Mr.
White: A few cops.
Mr.
Pink: No real people?
Mr.
White: Just cops.
Mr.
Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little
doggy, or are you gonna bite?
Mr. White: You shoot me in a dream you'd better wake up and
apologize.
Mr.
Blonde: Either he's alive or he's dead, or
the cops got him ... or they don't.
Harvey Keitel .... Mr.
White/Larry
Tim Roth .... Freddy
Newendyke/Mr. Orange
Michael Madsen .... Vic
Vega/Mr. Blonde
Chris Penn .... Nice
Guy Eddie
Steve Buscemi .... Mr.
Pink
Lawrence Tierney .... Joe Cabot
Randy Brooks .... Holdaway
Kirk Baltz .... Marvin
Nash
Edward Bunker .... Mr.
Blue
Quentin Tarantino .... Mr. Brown
Rich Turner .... Sheriff
#1
David Steen .... Sheriff
#2
Tony Cosmo .... Sheriff
#3
Stevo Poliy .... Sheriff
#4
Michael Sottile .... Teddy