50 Best Adrien Brody Quotes

Dmitri: You're not getting "Boy with Apple", you goddamn little fruit!
M. Gustave: How's that supposed to make me feel?

Julian: Don't growl at me, you convicted murderer. You homicidal, suicidal, psychopathic, no-talent drunk!

Henckels: Who's shooting who?
Dmitri: That's Gustave H., the escaped murderer and art thief! I've got him cornered!
M. Gustave: That's Dmitri Desgoffe und Taxis! He's responsible for the killing of Deputy Kovacs, Serge X and his club-footed sister, plus his own mother!
[pause]
Henckels: Nobody move; everybody's under arrest.

Jopling: I've got to hand it to him.
- DMITRI ON PHONE: Jesus Christ.
Jopling: I didn't see that coming.
- Well, what do you want next?
Dmitri: Talk to the club-footed sister again, and, this time, be persuasive.
Dmitri: Goddamn son of a bitch.

Royce: [a confused Nikolai starts shooting at Royce and Cuchillo. Royce flanks him and puts his shotgun to Nikolai's head] Please stop doing that. You're shooting at the wrong people.
Nikolai: How do I know?
Royce: Because otherwise, we wouldn't have be having this conversation.
Nikolai: All right. You wanna show me the right ones?
[points to chest]
Nikolai: Nikolai. I mean, I'm Nikolai.

Leo: It's horseshit!
Mervyn: That's not true! Not... all of it is.

Royce: You still pissed?
Isabelle: Fuck you.

Luca: I have a tailor in New York City. Look... Fenacci. Italian. He's my uncle. He makes suits in a basement in Mott Street. He is my uncle, so every stitch is stitched with blood... I heard you dress well, Mr. Shelby. But now I see, not so well as me.
Thomas: You know, I have uncles as well; but they're not the sort of men who would work in a basement with a needle and thread, Mr. Changretta.

Luca: I would have buried you all. But my mother, she knows you. She said it'll be worse for you and take away everything that you have.

Isabelle: Hey, we need to rest.
Royce: So rest.
Isabelle: You look like you could use it too.
[Royce keeps walking, ignoring Isabelle]
Isabelle: You got a name?
Royce: Look, I'm sorry. You want to play scout leader? Great. You want to follow me? Fine. But I'm not doing this... I'm better on my own.
Isabelle: Want to see something fucked up?
Isabelle: [Isabelle shows Royce a make-shift compass which constantly spins]
Royce: Well between that and the sun, I'd say we have a real problem.
Isabelle: What about the sun?
Royce: It hasn't moved since we got here.
Isabelle: What do you think is really going on?
Royce: What do I think?
[Royce looks to Nikolai]
Royce: Spetznatz Alpha Group
[to Cuchillo]
Royce: Los Zetas Cartel Enforcer
[to Mombasa]
Royce: R.U.F., that's a death-squad from Sierra Leone
[to Hanzo]
Royce: Yakuza Inagawa-kai
[to Stans]
Royce: The FBI's Most Wanted
[to Edwin]
Royce: and... him. They're all heavy-hitters, he doesn't belong.
Isabelle: Belong to what?
Royce: I'd say we were chosen.
Isabelle: What about you?
Royce: What about me?
Isabelle: You know the jungle, all the players. I'm guessing Ex-Military, Black-Ops, probably Mercenary.
Royce: You got a problem with that?
Isabelle: Not at the moment.
Royce: Good.

Edwin: [to Isabelle] I guess now you realize why they chose me. I was right in front of you guys the whole time. Just watching you. Earning your trust. You couldn't see me for what I really am. You see, back home, I'm a murderer. I'm a freak. But here, among the monsters, I'm normal. I like it here. I wanna stay.
Edwin: [Royce arrives at the top of the pit] Oh! You came back.
Royce: I missed my ride.
Edwin: [Pretending to be relieved] Oh, thank God. Help us get out of here.

Ronald: You want to survive? You dig in deep. You stay hid.
Stans: Yeah, well, we're gonna go with door number two. How do we get out of this valley?
Ronald: Oh. Ten seasons. First two seasons... No, three seasons I was there, I was walking in the same direction, trying to reach the edge of the preserve.
[Starts laughing]
Ronald: Let me tell you something, there ain't no edge of the preserve.
Royce: Maybe you and your friend wanna tell me about that ship.
Ronald: Let's see. That's a brilliant idea. Brilliant. The whole time I've been here, it never occurred to me to commandeer the alien spacecraft. But I wouldn't know how to fly it. He would. Of course, you know how to fly it?
Royce: I'll give it a shot.
Ronald: [laughs] Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. No noise. They're out there. They're always out there. Water in there. Help yourself. All of you.

Isabelle: You know what I was doing when I was taken? Ishak, my spotter. He was caught. I could have done something, but then I would have been slaughtered along with him. So, I hid. I watched him die. I wished I pulled that trigger.
Royce: You do what you have to, to survive.
Isabelle: You said we were chosen. I asked, "For what?" I should've asked why. It's because we are predators. Just like them. We're the monsters of our own world. It's probably better that we're never going back.
Royce: I am going back. I'm going after that ship.
Isabelle: You learn how to fly it in the last hour and not tell me?
Royce: No. That thing strung up at the camp might know. My guess is, it'd do just about anything to get free. Enemy of my enemy.
Isabelle: That doesn't make it a friend.

- Come on!
- Go! Go! Go!
Luca: Come on.
- It's all right, love. It's all right.
- Come inside. Come inside. Come inside.
- Listen to me. Stay inside.
- Don't come out.

Noah: They're coming! Come on in!
Kitty: [to Ivy] Just close the door!
Ivy: Lucius is outside walking.
Noah: They're coming!
Kitty: He's inside safe somewhere. Please, close the door!
Ivy: He'll come back to make sure we're safe.
Kitty: Ivy. Ivy, please!
[Ivy holds her hand out the door]
Kitty: [whispering] Please.
Ivy: ...No.
Kitty: [whispering] Don't let them in.
[Dark shape looms closer. As it reaches Ivy, Lucius suddenly grabs Ivy's hand and pulls her inside]

[Royce is checking on Isabelle who is paralyzed with his back to Edwin]
Edwin: I didn't think you'd come back. But she, she never lost faith in you. I guess I owe you an apology. You are a good man after all.
[Edwin goes to stab Royce with his scalpel]
Royce: No. I'm not.
[Royce turns, disarms Edwin and sticks the scalpel into Edwin's chin]
Royce: But I'm fast.

Dmitri: [about M. Gustave] This criminal has plagued my family for nearly 20 years. He's a ruthless adventurer and a con artist who preys on mentally feeble, sick old ladies! And he probably fucks them, too!
M. Gustave: I go to bed with all my friends.
[Dmitri punches M. Gustave, Zero punches Dmitri, Jopling punches Zero]

Isabelle: Do you remember a plane?
Royce: I woke up free fall, you?
Isabelle: Same.
Royce: You IDF?
Isabelle: Yeah, you in the service?
Royce: Not exactly.

[the group looks across the landscape and sees that they are not on Earth and view all the other planetoids in the sky]
Royce: We're gonna need a new plan.

Julian: We have to accept it. His need to fail is more powerful than our strongest desires to help him succeed. I give up. He's defeated us.

Isabelle: You put us at risk yourself. You want to be on your own, you got it.
Royce: Why don't you tell them the truth?
Isabelle: I don't know what you're talking about.
Royce: You know what I'm talking about. The way you looked at that thing that was strung up, the way you reacted. She knows what it is. Don't you?
Isabelle: We don't have a name for them. '87, Guatemala. A spec ops team went into the jungle. High end. Six men plus a CIA liaison. Only one made it out. In his debrief, he said they came in contact with something. He gave a detailed description. The thing on the totem. It wore some kind of camouflage that adjusted to ambient light. Made it nearly invisible in our spectrum. It could see in infrared. Heat signatures. He used mud to block his. That's how he beat it. It hunted and killed his team, one by one.
Royce: Whatever it is, wherever they're from, we're going to kill them all. We set up a defensive perimeter. Make it look like we are holing up. That'll bring them to us. We force them into a choke point. We get them in overlapping fields of fire. It can be done. I can't do it alone.

Julian: "Simone, Naked. Cell Block J. Hobby Room." is probably a masterpiece worth a significant, even exorbitant, sum of money. But not yet.
Uncle: The desire must be created.

Luca: Seems mr solomons already left town.
- So all this is mine.
- Huh.

Stans: Hey, where are we going?
Royce: Someone put us on this rock. There's got to be a way off it.
[Falconer's aerial device flies overhead]
Stans: [Stans instinctively pulls out his knife] What the fuck?
Stans: [Stans looks at his knife then looks at how everyone else has a gun] Hey. You know what? Fuck this. This is bullshit, man. I want a gun.
Stans: [to Cuchillo] Come on, man, you got two motherfucking guns, man. Somebody give me a gun.
Stans: [to Nikolai] Come on, Russian. You got a big fucking gun.
Stans: [to Mombasa] Come on, man. Give me a gun.
[Stans puts his knife to Mombasa's throat]
Stans: Give me your gun. Right now. Give me your gun.
Mombasa: [Mombasa puts his sidearm to Stans' chin] I'm ready to die. Are you?

Ronald: Anyway, every once in a while, once of us kills one of them. And, let me tell you, that's when they get interested. See, they learn quick. They adapt. They develop a whole new set of skills. They come back the next season in threes, always in threes. Their armor might've changed, or their weapons have changed, or their tactics have changed. It's amazing
Nikolai: So, it's like evolution. They're trying to make themselves into better killers.
Ronald: Mmm hmm.
Royce: You said they come back.
Ronald: They got a ship.
Royce: A ship?
Ronald: Yeah. It's 30 yards from their camp.
[to his imaginary friend]
Ronald: I told you they wouldn't see it. I told you they wouldn't.

Ivy: Noah Percy! Stop your fussing right this moment.
Ivy: you're in trouble, you know. I'm to place you in the quiet room.
Noah: Um, I'll cry quarts.
Ivy: What if we strike a deal?
Noah: Yeah, capital idea!
Ivy: It would be prudent to keep our deal a secret. Can you do that?
Noah: Can I keep a secret? Like a chuch mouse.
Ivy: You needn't go into the quiet room if you take an oath to never strike any person again.
Noah: No hitting, no hitting.
Ivy: No, no hitting.
Noah: No hitting.
Ivy: No hitting.
[They shake hands. Ivy points to her cheek. Noah kisses it]
Ivy: The deal is struck

Royce: [to Noland] Say goodbye to your little friend.
Ronald: You're in my house, motherfucker!
[Royce fires his AA-12 into the hull of the ship]
Stans: Yeah, that didn't open up shit.
Royce: Wasn't meant to, asshole. I'm calling in the cavalry.

Royce: How do we kill them?
Ronald: However you can.
Isabelle: They must have a weakness.
Ronald: Not many.

[Luca's car is stopped at a roadblock]
Policeman: There's been an accident.
Luca: Well, why don't you move it out of the way?
Policeman: What?
Luca: I said, why don't you clear it so that we can get past?
Policeman: What's that accent?
Luca: We're Americans. We're here on business, so...
Policeman: Well, you're going to have to wait.
Luca: [under his breath] Jesus Christ, this guy...
Policeman: We waited for you fucking Yanks until 1918. It'll be clear in 20 minutes, all right?
[he walks away]
Luca: Yeah, all right. Thank you, officer.
[under his breath]
Luca: Big fuckin' help.
Matteo: [in Italian] 1918? What the fuck is he talking about?
Luca: Talkin' 'bout the war. Everything here is about the war.

Edwin: What are we gonna do?
Isabelle: We should go to higher ground.
Edwin: Really? We're on an alien hunting planet. You really think the solution is to walk more?
Royce: It wants us to run. That's how it hunts. This is its jungle. Its game. Its rules. We run, we die.
Isabelle: What's the alternative?
Royce: We need to know what we're dealing with. Dog tracks go that way. We go after it.

Dmitri: If I learn you ever once laid a finger on my mother's body, living or dead, I swear to God, I'll cut your throat! You hear me?
M. Gustave: I thought I was supposed to be a fucking faggot.
Dmitri: You are, but you're bisexual.

[Tommy meets Luca for the first time]
Luca: I heard you had trouble. It's good of you to see me.
Thomas: You just came from Paris, eh?
[Luca sits down at the table, totally at ease]
Luca: You know Paris?
Thomas: I left Paris in a cattle truck. They said you were French.
Luca: [smiling] Well, I came here from Paris. That does not mean I'm French. Guess where I'm from.
[Tommy reaches into a coat hanging on a stand and pulls out his cigarettes, leaving his gun easily accessible]
Thomas: [while lighting a cigarette] Well, in my cattle truck in Paris, there were American soldiers. We played cards. They sound like you.
Luca: Yeah? Did you win?
Thomas: You didn't come on a train. Your suit is pressed. Your shoes are clean. Where do you get your suits made?
Luca: I have a tailor. In New York City.
[he opens his coat, displaying the label]
Luca: Look. Fenacci. Italian. Hm. That's my uncle. He makes suits in a basement on Mott Street. He is my uncle, so every stitch, stitched with blood. I heard you dress well, Mr. Shelby. But now I see... not so well as me.
[Tommy silently regards him for a moment]
Thomas: You know, I have uncles as well. But they're not the sort of men who would, uh... who would work in a basement with a needle and thread... Mr. Changretta.
Luca: [smiling] I am surprised how easy it was to get into a room with you.
[Tommy pulls his gun out of his coat, cocks it, and points it at Luca]
Thomas: And now?
Luca: [unfazed] And now... and now you should know that during the trouble you had earlier on your factory floor, I sent an accomplice into your office, in overalls. He found your gun...
[he reaches into his coat pocket, pulls out a handful of bullets, and lets them drop from one hand to the other]
Luca: ... and unloaded it.
[Tommy checks the clip in his gun in shock, realizing that Luca is telling the truth. Slowly and deliberately, Luca sets the bullets on the table, one at a time]
Luca: Arthur Shelby. Polly Gray. Michael Gray. John Shelby.
[he tips one bullet over and flicks it across the table at Tommy]
Luca: Spent.
[he continues setting bullets on the table]
Luca: Ada Thorne. And finally... Tommy Shelby. Huh.
[he stands up and walks over to Tommy]
Luca: [grimly] None of you will survive. Your level of security is pitiful. And we are an organisation... of a different dimension. I coulda killed you when I walked through the door. But, you see... I want you to be the last. I want you to be alive after your entire family is dead... 'cause, my mother says, that is what'll hurt you the most. You people have traditions of honour. As do we. Instead of sendin' you a black hand, I coulda had you killed in the night, without knowin' why... but I WANT you to know why. And I wanna suggest to you that we fight this vendetta with honour.
[Tommy thinks for a moment, then sets his gun down]
Thomas: No civilians. No children.
Luca: [wagging his finger at Tommy] No police.
Thomas: Welcome to Birmingham, Mr. Changretta.
Luca: Grazie.

Luca: Especially don't trust this bitch.

Luca: You know, my mother used to say this about you. She said, "That Polly Gray, that child would never let go of a grievance and she loves to dance."

Julian: "Simone, Naked. Cell Block J. Hobby Room." I wanna buy it.
Moses: Why?
Julian: Because I like it.
Moses: It's not for sale.
Julian: Yes, it is.
Moses: No, it isn't.
Julian: Yes, it is.
Moses: No, it isn't.
Julian: Yes, it is.
Moses: No, it isn't.
Julian: It is. Yes, it is. All artists sell all their work. It's what makes you an artist. Selling it. If you don't wish to sell it, don't paint it. Question is, what's your price?
Moses: 50 cigarettes. Actually, make it 75.

Leo: It's a whodunit. You've seen one, you've seen 'em all!

Royce: [to Isabelle] You know what the difference between you and me is? We both do the same thing. You just do it for a country, so you don't have to admit you like it.

Ronald: Anyway, there's two different types of them out there. Hmm? Now, they're similar, but they're different. It's kind of like the difference between dogs and wolves. The one's that are running things up there, the larger ones, hunt the smaller ones. It's some kind of blood feud, I guess. Been going on for a long time.
Royce: They do this just for sport?
Ronald: Oh, yeah, they bring in fresh meat season after season. I mean, shit you wouldn't believe. Bring it in, hunt it and kill it. In that order.

Luca: I'm Luca Changretta.
Alfie: Oh yeah, I know who you are. You're a bit of a failure, aren't you? You come all the way over here in this country to kill Tommy Shelby, but... I mean, well, he's not dead, is he?

Dmitri: [discovering the painting's disappearance] What's the meaning of this shit?
Laetizia: "Boy with Apple"? I thought you'd hidden it.
Marguerite: Why are you only noticing now?
Carolina: I assumed you took it. I assumed it went to the tax appraiser.
Dmitri: ...Are you fucking kidding me?

- They'll send some carts for us.
- Uh...
- You good? You wanna wait here or we can walk up to the...
- You wanna--
- You wanna rest up, old geezer?
- I'm good.
Josh: Good, let's do it.

Julian: I don't want to buy this important piece for 50 cigarettes.
Moses: 75.
Julian: Or 75 of prison currency. I want to pay you 250,000 francs in legal French tender. Do we agree - on the sale? Uh-huh. I can only offer a deposit of, uh, 83 centimes, one candied chestnut, and four cigarettes. Everything I have at this present moment in time. However, if you'll accept my signatory voucher, I assure you a check for the outstanding balance will be remitted to your account within 90 days.

- Okay?
- You know, I'm all right.
- Take it easy, right here.
- Take it easy. Sit down.
[WINCES] Oh, fuck!
Josh: Okay?
- Yeah.
- Sit down. Sit down.

Luca: [In Italian, subtitled] Look at them. Look.
[in English]
Luca: All that is left of the Peaky fucking Blinders.

Edwin: Excuse me. Just what the hell is going on here?
Royce: We're being hunted. The cages. The soldier. All of us. All brought here for the same purpose. This planet is a game preserve. And we're the game. In case you didn't notice, we just got flushed out. They sent the dogs in, just like you if you were stalking boar or shooting quail. They split us apart and they watched. Testing us.
Isabelle: How do you know this?
Royce: Because, that's what I would do.

- Hey, thanks for, uh, coming all this way.
- Oh, not at all.
- I know what it's like.
Josh: Yeah, thanks.
- So...
- Hmm?
- Hello, son.
- Hey, Dad.

Customs: And what's the purpose of your visit?
Luca: Pleasure.

[after the group narrowly escapes a heavily booby-trapped area, they find a rotting corpse whose chest is blown out]
Mombasa: We triggered a dead man's trap.
Edwin: It's two weeks, judging from the rate of decomposition.
Nikolai: He took up a position here. Shooting in all directions. This was a last stand.
[Nikolai Checks the man's pocket and finds some documents]
Nikolai: United States Special Forces. This is strange. He is supposed to be deployed in Afghanistan.
Stans: What's he doing here, setting traps for us?
Royce: They weren't meant for us. He was hunting something else. Something a lot bigger.
Edwin: Bigger?
Royce: The trunk was a deadfall. Rule of thumb with a deadfall is you set the weight five times that of the target animal. Whatever it was, got through the trip wires. And did this.

- So it might be a good time to get around?
- Mr Shelby will give you a 20% cut if you put Goliath down in the fourth round.
Luca: So you're gonna take my boys and you're gonna bring them to the ring as seconds.
Alfie: Yeah, Tommy Shelby was right about you. Wasn't he?

Luca: You want to dance?
Aunt: I don't dance any more.
Luca: Yeah, that's a shame... cos you're dancing with me.