Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood

— My hands are registered as lethal weapons. We get into a fight, I accidentally kill you... I go to jail.
— Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter.

Everyone don't need a stuntman.

— Is everybody okay?
— Well, the fucking hippies aren’t. That’s for goddamn sure. Yeah. But I’m fine.

— You are too old to fuck me.
— What I'm too old to do is go to jail for poontang.

Well, believe it or not, I got a flamethrower in my toolshed.

What, carrying his load? Yeah, that's about right.

We all grew up watching TV. You know what I mean? If you grew up watching TV, that means you were watching murder. Every show on TV that wasn't I Love Lucy was about murder. So my idea is: we kill the people who taught us to kill.

— You know, you're kind of pretty for a stuntman.
— That's what they tell me.

What I think is... you're a little man with a big mouth and a big chip.

Well, you want me to look like a hippie?!