Repo Man Quotes

You can turn away the Mexicans, the African-Americans, the teenagers and other suspect groups, but there's no fence high enough to keep out the repo man.

Bullshit is as common as lame poetry and more unavoidable than those armed men who are there to protect you from Bullshit like this is straight from the lab and god loves you and the government doesn't want war and it's the best movie since Repo Man and if i stopped drinking the world might end anyway and breathanarianism and immortality for anything besides Bullshit that's as common as murder and jailhouse tattoos selling bunk drugs in paint chip hotels where a cigarette burn on the mattress tells you more about death than a splatter movie festival.

The more you drive the less intelligent you are.

They got an apartment in the Sunset District facing the Pacific, just south of Golden Gate Park, and he took a job working for a finance company as a “repo man,

south of Golden Gate Park, and he took a job working for a finance company as a “repo man,” picking the locks of cars whose

Sometimes that happens to us, way before we’re ready, a moment that changes everything. Life will be going along, like normal, and then one day without warning you find out that nothing will ever be the same.

Funeral notice in the paper.” “I still don’t know who you’re talking about,” the other ice fisherman groused. “Dressed funny,” the guy at the other table recalled.

The following day, the Lord Treasurer demanded all of the jewels and finery he had so obsequiously bestowed upon Jane not ten days earlier, then went through Jane and Guildford’s possessions like a repo man.

Of course. Life would be tough for a repo man in the starship business. * * * The

The Kalkaska nightscape is dotted with places where the oil companies have punched holes in the sandy soil to get at the petroleum and are burning off excess natural gas in waste flames, which must make the environmentalists just giddy.

They both had that quality I found irresistible in women - they appeared to lack better options.

his T-shirt had words printed on it, so he was probably the brains of the outfit.

Being a repo man requires what Milt calls “nerves of stupidity”:

Oh, that’s just great, Alan. You come into my head, you start calling me “we,” when I sleep at night you’re driving around in my truck, and you think it’s a bad idea to mess with other people’s lives?

I’ll splatter whatever I want, whenever I want,

I just woke up by the side of the road in the dark like I’d been dumped there by the Mafia, but you take your time explaining, that’s fine with me.

Come on, Alan, you want me to believe you’ve been asleep for eight years? Nobody’s that depressed.

How do you convince your split personality that he’s not real?

Women,” he snorted. “Can’t live with ’em, can’t return ’em for a full refund.

You’ve been using my body when I was asleep?

What’s wrong with that? You’re getting exercise in your sleep. We’re up to five sets of fifty push-ups, three hundred sit-ups, and a run every night.

You’ve been driving in my sleep? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?

I’ve got a voice of a dead man in my head who is trying to take over my body!

I’d been outsmarted by a man who named his goose Doris and thought it was a duck.

I’d had two fights in the past couple of hours; won one, lost one (to a bird)

You got a voice in your head named Alan?

I stopped walking and faced a small snowman some children had built so that anyone watching would assume I was arguing with it and not with a voice in my head like some crazy person.

Do you want to come in? Take a deep breath. The repo man is gone. All I had to do was show him My favorite gun And tell him about My conviction That a shame-faced galaxy Mutters a homily of return.

Wilma stood in front of our table, her crazy bejeweled earrings flashing like lightning. I

How can you not help having sex with someone?

Sorry I spit, I’ll try to quit?

I left out the part about being beaten up by a twenty-pound goose.

I’d say she pretty much handed you your balls in a paper bag,

Let me drive. You wait until I get up to fifty-five miles per hour, and then jump out,

Kermit, the voice in my head wants me to take you out in the woods and eat your liver,

if I went through life only talking to people who were glad to see me, I wouldn’t be much of a repo man, now would I?

1984 cult classic Repo Man