Tropic Thunder

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Tropic Thunder is a 2008 film starring Ben Stiller, Jack Black, and Robert Downey Jr. as a group of prima donna actors making a Vietnam War film when their fed-up writer and director decide to abandon them in the middle of the jungle, forcing them to fight their way out.

Directed by Ben Stiller. Written by Ben Stiller, Justin Theroux and Etan Cohen.

Kirk Lazarus[edit]

  • I know who I am! I'm a dude playing the dude, disguised as another dude! You a dude who don't know who dude he is.
  • There ya go get him chugging on some of Alpa's "Ass-Water" that will bring him around, it's a cure all.

Les Grossman[edit]

  • [incensed at Flaming Dragon's demands] Okay, Flaming Dragon. Fuckface. First, take a big step back... and literally FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! Now, I don't know what kind of pan-Pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia, Jack, is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again. Otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down an ungodly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I am talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP! [hangs up; to assistant] Find out who that was.


Damien: Crisis meeting? What does that mean, exactly? I mean, you know, are we in a crisis?
Rob: He's the head of the studio. He's reaching out. We're 10,000 miles away. He just wants a little face-time.
Damien: I know. It's just you said he called it a crisis meeting. So, you know...
Rob: It's Les Grossman. He throws these words around. "Crisis," "explosion," "not rolling," "fired." These are just words.

[The Tropic Thunder production crew have a video conference with studio exec Les Grossman]
Les Grossman: Which one of you fuckfaces is Damien Cockburn?
Damien Cockburn: Uh, that's me, sir. It's an honor to finally meet you. Get some face time.
Grossman: And who here is the key grip? [the key grip raises his hand] You? You! Hit that director in the face, really fucking hard!
Key Grip: [reluctantly walks over to Damien] Sorry, man. [punches him in the face]
Grossman: This is all your fault, you Limey fuck! You shit the money-bed, my friend.

Les Grossman: The universe is talking to us right now. You just gotta listen.
[Grossman plays "Low" by Flo Rida in his music player, and he and Slolom begin dancing. Pecker is confused.]
Grossman: See, this is the good part, Pecker. This is when the job gets fun.
Rob Slolom: Mmm, yeah.
Grossman: Ask, and you shall receive.
Slolom: All right!
Grossman: You play ball, we play ball. [Slolom nods. Grossman begins dancing like he's slapping ass.] I know you want the goodies. Mmm!
Slolom: Welcome to the goodie room.
Grossman: You payin' attention? 'Cuz I'm talkin' G5, Pecker. That's how you're gonna roll. No more frequent flyer bitch miles for my boi. Oh yeah. Playa. Playa. Big dick playa.
Slolom: Swingin' past your knees.
Grossman: Big dick, baby.
Slolom: Yup.
[Grossman stops the music.]
Grossman: Or, you can grow a conscience in the next five minutes and see where that takes you.
[Pecker stands up and faces Grossman.]
Rick "Pecker" Peck: Let me get this straight. You want me to let my client of fifteen years, one of my best friends, die in the jungle alone for some money and a G5.
Grossman: Yes.
Pecker: A G5 airplane.
Grossman: Yes. And lots of money. Playa.... [Grossman starts the music again, and he and Slolom start dancing again.]
Slolom: Yeah! Smack it up, flip up, rub it down, hoo!!

[Lazarus and the gang are preparing their options for infiltrating the Flaming Dragon camp]
Jeff Portnoy: So, what's the plan, man? You gonna talk Vietnamese to those dudes?
Kirk Lazarus: No, no. Mandarin Chinese. What I can tell, it's what they're speaking down there.
Portnoy: How the hell do you know Chinese?
Lazarus: Land of Silk and Money with Gong Li. Second Globe, third Oscar. I prepped for that one by working in a Beijing textile factory for eight months.

[Cody and Tayback are tied to a post in the Flaming Dragon compound]
Cody: Dude, dude, what the hell is going on here? Where are we?
Four-Leaf Tayback: I have no idea, I've never been outside the States.
Cody: Wait what?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you make this whole goddamn thing up?! Dude you weren't even in the fucking service?!
Tayback: Yes! Of course! Coast Guard!
Cody: Coast Guard.
Tayback: Sanitation Department.
Cody: Oh my God! You're a fucking garbage man! Dammit! F.L. Tayback lies to me and the whole goddamn U.S. of A.
Tayback: I wrote the book as a tribute! I'm a patriot.
Cody: Yeah, you're the Milli Vanilli of patriots okay? You lied about fighting in the Vietnam War. It's like - It's like punching the American flag in the face goddammit! God, to think I believed you!
Tayback: Writers lie all the time!
Cody: [a guard bursts in] Can I be tied to another post please?

Kirk Lazarus: What about you, Master Blaster? You got a certain someone you trying to get with back in the States?
Kevin Sandusky: What, Alpa Chino? He's like ten girls deep, 24/7.
Lazarus: No, you missin' me, man. I'm talking about something special. Big difference. How about it?
Alpa Chino: Yeah. Yeah, there is.
Lazarus: Well? What's the skinny? Y'all been on a date or what?
Chino: No. I mean...I always wanted to, but, I guess I just never had the courage to ask. It''s complicated.
Lazarus: No! It's simple as pie, man. You plant your feet on the ground, you look her square in the eyes, you say, "Hey. Baby, you and me's going on a date." That's the end of the story. What's her name?
Chino: ...Lance.
Lazarus: "Listen here, Lance..." Lance? What the fuck did I just hear? Lance?
Sandusky: Did you say, "Lance"?
Chino: No!
Sandusky: That sounded like "Lance".
Chino: No, I said "Nance".
Sandusky: It sounded like "Lance".
Chino: Look, I'm Alpa Chino, okay? I love the pussy, all right? Lay your ass back down and look at the stars.
Lazarus: When you wrote "I Love Tha Pussy", was you thinking of dangling your dice on Lance's forehead?
Chino: Naw, hell no! What? Come on, look...
Lazarus: Man, everyone's gay once in a while!
Chino: I'm not gay!
Lazarus: This is Hollywood!
Chino: How about we all get back to work?
Lazarus: Okay, cool.
Chino: This is ridiculous! We got a big day tomorrow. Let's get focused.
Jeff Portnoy: Alpa, if you untie me, I will literally suck your dick right now.
Chino: I told you, for the last time, I love tha' pussy!
Portnoy: I'll cradle the balls...stroke the the pipe...swallow the gravy. Get it over here, buddy. Let's do this.

Alpa Chino: As for why I'm in this movie, maybe I just knew I had to represent. Cause they one good part in this movie for a black man and they gave it to Crocodile Dundee.
Kirk Lazarus: Pump your brakes, kid. That man's a national treasure.
Chino: I just wanted to throw another shrimp on your Barbie.
Lazarus: That shit ain't funny.
Chino: I'm just fucking with you, Kangaroo Jack. I'm sorry if a dingo ate yo baby.
Lazarus: You know that's a true story? Lady lost her kid. You about to cross a fucking line.
Kevin Sandusky: Hey guys could we just cool it...
Chino: You know what, fuck that, I'm sick of this koala-hunting nigga- [Kirk slaps Alpa. Alpa tries to punch Kirk but Kirk grabs his fist and pulls him in and embraces him.]
Lazarus: For 400 years, that word has kept us down.
Chino: [confused]...what the fuck!?
Lazarus: Took a whole lot of tryin, just to get up that hill, but now we up in the big leagues...
Chino: [Breaks away from Kirk] That's the theme songs from The Jeffersons.
Lazarus: Just cause it's a theme song doesn't mean it's not true.

Studio Executive Rob Slolom: Wow. Eight Oscars, 400 million dollars at the box office, and you saved Tugg Speedman's career.
Les Grossman: I couldn't have done it without you.
Slolom: Really?
Grossman: No, dickhead. Of course I could. A nutless monkey could do your job. Now, go get drunk and take credit at all the parties.
Slolom: I wouldn't do that.
Grossman: Ah... joking.
Slolom: Ah, there he is! Funny. You're a funny guy.
Grossman: Yeah. But seriously, a nutless monkey could do your job.


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