Nick Schaffer
Owen Templeton
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I am not a bus driver! I do
not work for the bus company! All right?! I--I needed a ride to New Mexico, so I stole this uniform! See this jacket? This is not my jacket! Remember Marty, the bus driver? Huh?! This is his shirt! I stole it! And these pants, you think I'd
wear these pants?! These aren't my pants! These are Marty's pants! I stole them!
I am not...a bus driver!
Duane Cody
Blaine Cody
Vera Baker
Randy Pear
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Bev, Bev, wake... Come on. Wake up. Wake up. Bev, wake up. Wake up. Third Reich's here. Come on. Get down. You wanna have a nice life. Okay, okay. Think. Think. SS in the parking lot.
Kimberly Pear
Donald Sinclair
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Excuse me. Thank you all for coming. I'm Donald Sinclair, I own this hotel. We don't have much time. There's a meteor the size of North Carolina heading straight for Earth. The impact is going to kill every thing and everyone on this planet. I built a bunker in the basement to this casino strong enough to withstand the blast. There's room enough for eight people. I have chosen the seven of you, plus me. When this is over, it'll be up to us to repopulate and re-civilize the planet.
[Everyone looks shocked for about five seconds, before Sinclair begins laughing hysterically] I'm sorry. I couldn't resist!
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Theoretically, you have been racing for about 40 seconds now, and so far, Mr. Schaefer is winning, because he's
nearest to the door! Enrico Polinni
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[Entering room] Am I too late? Look I won a coin! A gold coin!
[looks around] Uh, isn't this wonderful? Look at this room. What a beautiful room! Have you seen this room?
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[Duane and Blaine Cody walk up to the top of a flight of stairs, Duane places a glass on the ground]
Duane Cody: Okay, see that shot glass? Walk across the lobby, slip on the glass, let gravity do the rest.
Blaine Cody: I-ight 'eak y eck!
Duane Cody: It's true, you could break your neck, but it's a risk I'm willing to take.
Blaine Cody: Hy ont u oo it?
Duane Cody: Because, Einstein, one of us needs to be the victim and one of us needs to be the
witness! What kind of witness would you make? I'm your own brother, I don't know what the hell you're saying. How's your tongue, let me see.
[Blaine opens his mouth, showing a blackened tongue with a stud in it; Duane cringes]
Blaine Cody: Ows it ook?
Duane Cody: ...It looks good, getting better.
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Randy Pear:
[seeing Blaine's infected tongue] Oh my God! You ought to sue somebody!
Blaine Cody: Ay id it y-elf!
Randy Pear: What?
Duane Cody: He said he did it himself. Sent away for a kit.
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Donald Sinclair:
[after explaining the game] The first one there, gets it all! Go!
Owen: Y-You can't just pick people at random!
Donald Sinclair: I can do anything I like, Owen! I'm eccentric!
[Growls] Go!
Randy Pear: Wait. So, it's like a race?
[Sinclair points to him with an "Ah-ha!" expression]
Enrico Pollini: A race! It's a race! I hope I win!
Duane Cody: Uh, what are the rules?
Donald Sinclair: There's only one rule. Are you ready? Here it is: There are,
no rules! Go!
Merrill: So, when you say "go", you mean, just go?
Donald Sinclair: Uh, begin, commence, start moving... theoretically you have been racing for about forty-five seconds now, and so far Mr. Schaffer is winning because he's
nearest to the door.
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Kimberly Pear: Dad, I'm prairie-dogging it!!
Randy Pear: What the hell does that mean?
Jason Pear: You know, like when a prairie dog sticks his head in and out of the ground.
Randy Pear: Oh. Oh, God, I do not want to picture that!
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Randy Pear: That's Hitler's harmonica; you can't play Hitler's harmonica.
Jason Pear: Well, you're driving his car.
Randy Pear: Yeah, but I'm not touching it with my mouth! I'm not sucking on the dashboard! I'm not getting his germs!
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Vicki: So, what can I do for you, Harry?
Harold Grisham: Okay... here's what I want. First... we both get naked.
Vicki: So far so good.
Harold Grisham: Except... we're both wearing sailor hats. Then we get into a jacuzzi filled with Pepto-Bismol, I clip your toenails and you shave my buttocks.
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