Every Which Way But Loose (1978)
Ruth Gordon: Ma
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Quotes
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Cholla : [the Black Widows have shown up at Philo's home, Ma Boggs is on the porch, they pull their bikes into her yard and Cholla pulls up on the porch] Say, old lady, where's Philo Beddoe?
Ma Boggs : How the hell do I know? Get off my porch with that thing. Get off my property!
Cholla : You're uh... you're not very hospitable.
Ma Boggs : Hospitable my ass. Get off my porch!
Cholla : Very well, if you insist.
[Cholla chains his bike to a support on the front porch, pulling it down... bikers laugh, Ma pulls out a pump-action shotgun]
Woody : [seeing the gun] Alright lady... put down that gun now!
[bikers dive out of her way]
Woody : I'm warning you lady! Put down that gun now!
[Ma fires and bike next to Woody explodes... she shoots several other bikes as they're attempting to flee]
Ma Boggs : [during a recoil] Oof!
Woody : [running after his gang on foot] Wait for me!
Ma Boggs : [seeing the flaming bikes on her lawn... to herself] First the police, and I told those boys not to leave a vulnerable old lady all alone!
[goes inside with gun]
Ma Boggs : Hospitable? Horseshit!
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Ma Boggs : [Ma has just learned of Philo and Orville's trip plans... turning to Philo] What're you gonna do with the baboon?
Philo Beddoe : Orangutan, Ma. Clyde's an orangutan.
Ma Boggs : [scoffs] Well, what's the difference?
Philo Beddoe : 12 ribs. Just like you and me.
Ma Boggs : [persistent] What're you gonna do with him?
Philo Beddoe : He's coming with me. Come on, Clyde!
[Clyde enters back of camper]
Ma Boggs : Well, when are you comin' back?
[turns to Orville and repeats same question]
Orville Boggs : Whenever it's time, Ma!
Ma Boggs : [shruggs, exasperated] It just don't seem right to leave an old lady alone. And what about my goddamn license?
[they drive off... to herself]
Ma Boggs : This is... it's just...
[walks off]
Ma Boggs : Twelve ribs... I don't believe any of that shit!
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[Putnam & Herb arrive at Ma's house; Putnam knocks on the screen door]
Ma Boggs : Who is it?
Putnam : Police.
Ma Boggs : I'm coming. I'm coming, goddamn it! What do you want with an old lady?
Putnam : Ma'am, we're looking for Philo Beddoe. Our records say he lives at this here address.
Ma Boggs : Well, your records are wrong. He lives at that address in the back. What do you want him for?
Putnam : Just lookin' for him, ma'am.
Ma Boggs : Well, he don't live there anymore. He's gone off. Took that son-of-a-bitch Clyde with him.
Putnam : Clyde?
Ma Boggs : His ape!
Herb : His ape?
Ma Boggs : You heard me. What you making me repeat myself for?
Herb : Do you know where he's gone?
Ma Boggs : Oh, who gives a damn? Stealing all my Oreos, crapping all over the place. 12 ribs, my ass.
Herb : Uh, thank you very much. Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
Putnam : Good night, ma'am.
Ma Boggs : Yeah, I'm sorry too. S-see, leave an old lady alone, fending for herself, no protection. You just don't see...
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[Philo is sanding off a motorcycle when Ma taps him with her cane]
Philo Beddoe : Cut it out, Clyde.
[Ma hits him with the cane; Philo notices it's Ma]
Philo Beddoe : Ma, what'd do that for?
Ma Boggs : I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes. Did you see Orville?
Philo Beddoe : Yeah, I've seen him.
Ma Boggs : Well, Orville tell ya what?
Philo Beddoe : Yeah, I'm sorry, Ma, about you missing your driver's test again.
Ma Boggs : Oh, that ain't the "What" what I mean.
Philo Beddoe : You mean Clyde? Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that too, Ma. He won't do it again, I promise you.
Ma Boggs : Well, what are you gonna do about it?
Philo Beddoe : What, the crap or the Oreos?
Ma Boggs : About Clyde, goddamn it! I don't have no privacy in my own home no more.
Philo Beddoe : Well I confronted about it, Ma, and I guarantee it won't happen again.
Ma Boggs : [walks towards Clyde] No privacy in your own home. A whole goddamn bag of Oreos!
[Clyde smooches Ma on the lips]
Ma Boggs : [disgusted] Ohh! Stop that, ya goddamn baboon. No respect! No privacy! No nothing!
[Philo walks up to Clyde, pointing an imaginary gun at him; Clyde, standing on a stump, raises his arms high]
Philo Beddoe : Bang!
[Clyde drops down on the stump]
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Ma Boggs : Twelve ribs, my ass!