Truck Turner (1974)

Isaac Hayes: Truck

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• Truck Turner : Anybody ask you what happened, tell 'em you been hit by a truck: Mac 'Truck' Turner!

• Truck Turner : [yawns as he's getting dressed; to Frances, Annie's cat]  Oh, Frances. Frances, I've forgot to feed ya last night. I'm sorry about that.

  [Truck looks in the mirror and finds that Frances peed on his shirt by a wet stain on his right side. Truck smells it and become cross] 

  Truck Turner : [angry at Frances]  You pissed on my shirt! My last goddamned shirt. You fuck-ass son-of-a-bitch. Get your ass off of there!

  [shoves Frances off his bureau] 

• Truck Turner : You Dorinda?

  Dorinda : Who want to know?

  Truck Turner : Since I'm asking, it must be me.

• [Moments after he shot Reno dead, Truck and Annie head to Truck's apartment] 

  Annie : Truck, talk to me. Do you know him?

  Truck Turner : I told ya, I don't know him.

  Annie : Well, then why were they shooting at us?

  Truck Turner : I don't know, but I'll find out. I'm gonna find out.

  [Truck opens the door and, shocked, both he and Annie sees Harvard Blue on the couch cuddling Frances the cat. Annie screams and hides in front of Truck; Truck pulls out his revolver] 

  Truck Turner : [to Annie]  Come on in. Come on, close the door.

  [to Harvard] 

  Truck Turner : What do ya want, man?

  Harvard Blue : Checkin' you out, "man".

  Truck Turner : What is all this shootin' shit outside?

  Harvard Blue : [Chuckles as he stands up]  The sky's about to open on your head. Better retire. Take a vacation. Lay on a beach for about 90 years.

  Truck Turner : [cocks hammer]  You've got ten seconds. One, two, three, four five, six, seven...

  Harvard Blue : [leaves]  Be cool, pussy.

  Truck Turner : ...eight.

• Dorinda : You don't look like cops, but you smell like trouble.

  Truck Turner : Trouble, me? If I was, I wouldn't stand a chance with you, Mama.

• Jerry : You didn't get shit!

  Truck Turner : Just follow the bouncing ball, nigger.

• Truck Turner : You hurt?

  Jerry : No, I'm indestructible! Hey man, it looks like we get a bonus.

  Truck Turner : Yeah.

  [the topless blonde storms out of Gator's hideout. Enraged, she stabs Jerry in the shoulder with a pair of scissors. Jerry collapses. Truck jumps off a garage and charges at the blonde, who backs away scared. Truck then knocks her out unconscious] 

  Truck Turner : Bitch!

• Desmond : [Truck grabs a valuable statue of Desmond's]  Easy! That thing cost me a lot of zuzu's, you dig?

  Truck Turner : This ain't my year. Here's a pimp, patio full of whores.. I'm the one getting fucked... nah!

  [smashes the statue] 

• Truck Turner : He still thinks that women in Tahiti walk around with their tits hangin' out.

  Nate Dinwiddie : That's right! That's where I'm going to retire.

  Truck Turner : Man, Tahiti's just like Miami Beach.

• Judge Advocate : Have you ever been in combat? Do you know what kind of hell that is?

  Truck Turner : No, man. I'm a faggot.

• Truck Turner : Jerry, how come your old lady don't like me?

  Jerry : Hey, man, Truck, you got to understand, she's a no class broad and you a gross son of a bitch. Naturally, she don't like you.

  Truck Turner : Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah.

• [Truck and Annie return from the hospital to see Truck's apartment ransacked by Harvard Blue's "insurance company" mob. Seconds later, they both see Annie's cat, Frances, hung to death] 

  Annie : [screams in horror; sobbing]  Truck, they got Frances! TRUCK, THEY GOT FRANCES!

  Truck Turner : Come on. Come on, there's nothing you can do for the cat.

  Annie : [wails]  Truck...

  Truck Turner : Let's go. Let's get outta here.

  [Truck grabs Annie and they leave the ransacked apartment] 

  Annie : [sobbing continues]  Oh, God! Oh!

• [At Gator's hideout, the phone is ringing as Gator loads bullets into his gun] 

  Stalingrad : Gator, aren't you gonna answer it?

  Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : [yells]  That's your job. Pick up that goddamn telephone, you dumb bitch!

  Stalingrad : [answers the phone]  Hello?

  [to Gator] 

  Stalingrad : I think it's for you.

  Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : For me? How the hell could it be for me?

  [snatches the receiver] 

  Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : Jive-ass broad. Speak! Hey man, what the hell you doing calling me here? You know better than to call me here!

  Druggist : [inside the phone booth with Truck]  Sorry, man. But... I've got some dynamite stuff here.

  Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : Yeah, but why are you calling me here?

  Druggist : I've got it, man! Understand?

  Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : Listen, is anybody with you?

  Truck Turner : [to the Druggist]  Tell him to let you in.

  Druggist : That's it, let me in.

  Richard Leroy 'Gator' Johnson : [furious]  I'm gonna slit your throat, you jive-ass sucker! How much time do I got?

  Druggist : It's worse than that...

  Truck Turner : [takes the receiver and hangs up]  That's it.

  Druggist : But what about me?

  Truck Turner : What about you?

  [Truck gives a karate kick to the druggist] 

• Truck Turner : [entering the salon]  If ya want to find a rooster, ya got to check out the hens.

• Jerry : One of these days you're gonna break your neck. Why don't you buy yourself some?

  Truck Turner : Shit. The last time I listened to you, they put penicillin in my ass.

  Jerry : Well, everybody gets is once.

  Truck Turner : Some, twice. Anyway, my old lady gets out tomorrow and I can wait.

  Jerry : Yeah, man, you gonna be deep walkin' into that for *days*.

  Truck Turner : You got that right, my man. All the way to the goal.

• Jerry : Hear what JG called my old lady?

  Truck Turner : What?

  Jerry : A jive ass broad.

  Truck Turner : Can you blame him?

• Dave : You two are cops?

  Truck Turner : Skip tracers. He jump bail, we got to bring him in.

  Dave : We got us a couple of ne-gro bounty hunters here!

• Truck Turner : Go play with yourself redneck!

• Annie : I'm doin' this time. I ain't lettin' it do me.

  Truck Turner : That's my girl. Don't let this bullshit get you down.

• Truck Turner : Court certified copy of a bail bond and authorization to surrender on a pervert named Garrity. You're name Garrity?

• Truck Turner : Get the grease out your ass, man!

• Truck Turner : Look, man, the woman dig me and I dig her and I ain't cuttin' her loose for nobody.

• Truck Turner : Say, man, do you know what it will cost you if you don't get him? You ain't got nobody else to turn to but us. So, you shit - or get off the pot.

• Jerry : [holding the Druggist out the window]  You just got one chance left now. Come on.

  Truck Turner : That's right. Grow wings, superbly. Grow wings.

  Druggist : No, wait!

• Dorinda : Look, man, I told you Gator ain't here.

  Truck Turner : Where is he?

  Dorinda : He's in Alaska, huntin' polar bears.

• Annie : You know my name?

  Truck Turner : I'm sorry I'm late but I had to cash a check.

  Annie : Sh... You could have brought some flowers.

  Truck Turner : I got some beer!

• Annie : I spend 30 days in that joint and you come to visit me five times.

  Truck Turner : Six!

  Annie : And now you wanna give me drink beer and screw me. Right?

  Truck Turner : All right. All right. All right. We'll stop and get somethin' to eat first. Okay?

  Annie : You could at least tell me you love me.

  Truck Turner : I do love you, baby. Can't you tell?

  Annie : Yeah, I can smell it on your breathe.

• Annie : The last job I had, baby, I had to drop the fuckin' typewriter on the supervisors foot. He kept puttin' his hands all over me.

  Truck Turner : Yeah. Yeah, I heard all that.

  Annie : Now, he fired me. Said it was my fault.

• Truck Turner : Look, you can't do shit in jail but look at the four walls, walk in a circle and fight off them butches. Is that what you want?

  Annie : How come you dig me so much?

  Truck Turner : Now, what makes you think I dig you?

  [pinches Annie's behind] 

  Annie : Ouch!

  Truck Turner : Come here.

  Annie : Get away from me you freak!

  Truck Turner : Bring your ass here. Come here. Come here!

• Truck Turner : You open this Goddamn gate or you gonna get the biggest enema of your life. Now, open it!

• Truck Turner : You Desmond?

  Desmond : That depends.

  Truck Turner : Ah-huh. None of these bitches hung, so, I guess that leaves you.

• Truck Turner : If you don't tell me where that son of a bitch is, this bitch is gonna deep throat this six-inch barrel.

• Truck Turner : [visiting Nate in the hospital]  Hey, some people will do anything to go on vacation, you know that.

  Nate Dinwiddie : Yeah.

  Truck Turner : Now, if you want to see those tits in Tahiti, you try to get plenty of rest so you can get well now.

• Garrity : Why you shuffle-footed and over-grown coons!

  Truck Turner : Open your mouth one more time and I'm gonna kick your teeth down your throat.

  Garrity : You a big man while I got these cuffs on, ain't you, nigger.

• Jerry : Man, you an unclean muthafucker.

  Truck Turner : What?

  Jerry : You smell like piss!

  Truck Turner : Hey, nigger, I ain't no slob.

  Jerry : Ain't nobody callin' you a slob. You just a foul smellin' nigger.

• Fogarty : I got a real easy one here. You're going to like this. The guys name is Richard Leroy Johnson, also known as Gator. His last known address is a vacant lot. The bail is $30,000, he jumped it as of noon yesterday. I don't think anybody can get him but you guys. So, if you bring him home, you have yourself 250 bucks a piece.

  Truck Turner : He's got two priors.

  Fogarty : So?

  Truck Turner : So, $800

  Fogarty : $800 for a lousy nigger! What a minute, the guys just a lousy pimp!

• Desmond's Guard : [Truck arrives at Desmond's place]  Christ!

  Truck Turner : Is Desmond in?

  Desmond's Guard : Why?

  Truck Turner : I'm a friend of his mother's.

  Desmond's Guard : Yeah? What's her name?

  Truck Turner : Miss Ann.

  Desmond's Guard : [attempts to keep Truck back]  You can do better than that, delivery boy.

  Truck Turner : [yells]  Now, look! Don't be no goddamn problem.

  Desmond's Guard : No problem...

  [the guard starts a fight, but Truck gets the upper hand. He then shoves the guard against the gate, holding him at gunpoint] 

  Truck Turner : [furious]  If you don't open this gate, you're gonna get the biggest enema of your life! Now OPEN IT!

• Red bikini whore : [notices Truck Turner inside Desmond's compound]  How did you get in here?

  Truck Turner : You Desmond?

  Desmond : That depends.

  Truck Turner : Uh-huh. And none of these bitches hung, so I guess that leaves you.

  Desmond : What do you want?

  Truck Turner : Where's Blue, your partner?

  Desmond : I don't have a partner named Blue

  [Truck grabs an expensive statue] 

  Desmond : Easy! That thing cost me a lot of zoo zoos, you dig?

  Truck Turner : This ain't my year. Here's a pimp, patio full of whores and I'm the one getting fucked. Nah!

  [Truck drops the statue, smashing it] 

  Truck Turner : Now where'd you say Blue was?

  Desmond : I have no idea.

  [Truck grabs the red bikini whore and pulls out his .44 Magnum revolver; shoves the gun into her mouth] 

  Truck Turner : Where is he?

  Desmond : It's only money, man.

  Truck Turner : If you don't tell me where that sumbitch is, this bitch is gonna deep-throat this 6-inch barrel.

  Desmond : Wait!

  Truck Turner : Where?

  Desmond : Glass house in the hills. 2170 Sierra.