Roadracers (1994 TV Movie)

John Hawkes: Nixer

Quotes 

• Nixer : [holds up a French fry on a toothpick]  Looky here, J.T. From here

  [point at French fry] 

  Nixer : to eternity

  [points away from it] 

  Nixer : is the time before I was born. And from here

  [point to the other side of the French fry] 

  Nixer : to eternity

  [points away from it] 

  Nixer : is the time after I die. This...

  [points to the length of the French fry] 

  Nixer : is the only time I get... to do it.

  J.T. : [grabs the French fry]  You ain't doing nothing. You're gonna spend the rest of your days in this little town...

  [dips French fry around in ketchup on Nixer's plate] 

  J.T. : and you're gonna die here... with one of my burgers in your hand.

  [eats the French fry] 

  J.T. : And that's it.

• Dude : How'd you fare with that little number the other night?

  Nixer : Oh, I got the muff punt.

  Dude : Should've at least tea bagged her.

  Nixer : Tea bag her? What's that?

  Dude : It's when you drop one of your nads in and out her mouth.

  [they both laugh] 

• Nixer : [trying to convince Dude not to go to the rumble]  I know you hate this town. I know you hate Teddy. I do, too. But I also know you love your music. So fight for what you love, not for what you hate.

• Dude : Get the big part?

  Nixer : Nearly had her going.

  Donna : Are you sure she didn't have you going?

  Nixer : Only below the belly button.

  Donna : What?

  Nixer : Don't worry, I let it drain into my boot.

• Nixer : [Dude has just combed an enormous amount of grease into his hair]  Little dab'll do ya.

  Dude : Hell on wheels.

  [laughs] 

• Sarge : J.T., don't be giving that punk any special treatment now. This here's a business. Now, you run it like a business, or you're gonna be out of business faster than you can spell 'health department."

  J.T. : Feeding people's my business, Sarge, and keeping the punks in line is your business. So why don't we just mind our own business, what do ya say?

  Nixer : You tell him, J.T.

  J.T. : You shut up.

  Nixer : All right.

• Nixer : [Dude pulls a bottle out of his refrigerator]  Throw me one of those, Dude.

  Dude : You couldn't catch crabs in a whorehouse.