Quotes from Val Kilmer movies and TV shows - page 2 of 7

Jim Morrison: Teenage death girls want my dick not my words.

Pamela Courson: You actually put your dick in this woman?
Jim Morrison: Well... sometimes, yeah.

Robby Krieger: I'm afraid of my father. I can't be what they want me to be.
Jim Morrison: Maybe you should kill your father.

Jim Morrison: They don't want me - they want my death.

Jim Morrison: Have you ever eaten human flesh?

Jim Morrison: Actually, I don't remember being born. It must have happened during one of my blackouts.

Jim Morrison: We're gonna fuck death away.

Jim Morrison: I'm gonna get my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

Jim Morrison: I was stoned. It seemed like a fun thing to do at the time.

Edward Douglas: Are you a doctor?
Montgomery: Well, I'm more of a vet.

Harry: Still gay?
Gay Perry: Me? No, I'm knee-deep in pussy. I just like the name so much I can't get rid of it.

Harry: What?
Gay Perry: Talking money.
Harry: A talking monkey?
Gay Perry: Talking monkey yeah, yeah! Came here from the future, ugly sucker, only says "ficus."

Gay Perry: That it?
Harry: No, that's the other corpse from the last guy who stayed here.

Harry: Oh Wow. Woo. It's tiny. Is this real?
Perry: Yeah, it's a Derringer. It's loaded. I call it my faggot gun.
Harry: Because...
Perry: Because its only good for a couple shots, then you gotta drop it for something better. You asked, Chief.

Harry: What is it out here with these women?
Harmony: Oh please, Harry, they're no different from anywhere else.
Harry: Yes, they are. These are damaged goods, every one of them, from way back. I'm telling you, you take a guy who sleeps with 100 women a year, go into his childhood - dollars to doughnuts, it's relatively unspectacular. Now, you take one of these... Gals, who sleeps with 100 guys a year, and I *bet* you if you look in their childhood, there's something rotten in Denver.
Harmony: Denmark.
Harry: That too! But it's abandonment, it's abuse, it's, "My uncle put his ping-ping in my papa!" And then they all come out here! I mean, it's literally like someone took America by the East Coast and shook it, and all the normal girls managed to hang on.
Harmony: OK, everyone who hates Harry raise your hand!
[All the girls in the club raise their hands.]
Perry: See that? Obedient little bi***es too.
Girl: Fuck you! [Throws a glass at Perry, which he ducks].

Perry: You, stop multiplying.

Harry: I peed on the corpse. Can they do, like, an ID from that?
Perry: I'm sorry, you peed on...?
Harry: On the corpse. My question is...
Perry: No, my question. I get to go first. Why in pluperfect hell would you pee on corpse?

Perry: My $2000 ceramic Vektor my mother got me as a special gift. You threw in the lake next to the car. What happens when they drag the lake? You think they'll find my pistol. Jesus. Look up "idiot" in the dictionary. You know what you'll find?
Harry: A picture of me?
Perry: No! The definition of the word idiot, which you fucking are!

Harry: Is she a looker?
Perry: She opens the door, and she got nothing on but the radio. Yeah, invites me to sit down, sits on my lap, fires up a spliff.
Harry: Geez. Really?
Perry: No. Idiot.

Perry: This isn't good cop, bad cop. This is fag and New Yorker.