There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
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Alex Cox
Alexander B. H. Cox (born 15 December 1954) is an English film director, screenwriter, nonfiction author, broadcaster and sometime actor. Cox experienced success early in his career with Repo Man and Sid and Nancy, but since the release and commercial failure of Walker, he has directed his career towards independent films. Cox received a co-writer credit for the screenplay of Terry Gilliam's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998) for previous work on the script before it was completely rewritten by Gilliam. As of 2012, Cox has taught screenwriting and film production at the University of Colorado, Boulder. 2Early life Cox was born in Bebington, Cheshire, England in 1954. He attended Worcester College, Oxford, and later transferred to the University of Bristol where he majored in film studies. Cox secured a Fulbright Scholarship, allowing him to study at the University of California, Los Angeles, where he graduated from the School of Theater, Film and Television with an MFA. 2Film career 3Study and independent Cox began reading law as an undergraduate at Oxford University, but left to study radio, film and TV at Bristol University, graduating in 1977. Seeing difficulties in the British film scene at the time, he first went to Los Angeles to attend film school at UCLA in 1977. There he produced his first film, Edge City/Sleep is for Sissies, a 40-minute surreal short about an artist struggling against society. After graduation, Cox formed Edge City Productions with two friends with the intention of producing low-budget feature film
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
[doing speed with Otto] Never broke into a car, never hot-wired a car. Never broke into a truck. 'I shall not cause harm to any vehicle nor the personal contents thereof, nor through inaction let the personal contents thereof come to harm.' It's what I call the Repo Code, kid!
Bud: Okay. Have a nice day, Uh, night. [to himself] Bud: Night, day, doesn't mean shit.
Otto: Bud, listen to me, you're sitting in a car worth $200,000 dollars. Look, if we turn it in, we'll split the money, 60/40, you and me. Bud: [laughs] Who gets the 60 kid? Otto: Well, I was figuring, since I found the car first, that... Bud: [Pulls out a gun] Otto: That you get it.
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
Duke: The lights are growing dim, Otto. I know a life of crime has led me to this sorry fate, and yet, I blame society. Society made me what I am. Otto: That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me. Duke: Yeah, but it still hurts.
Otto: What happened to your old lady? Bud: My old lady? Oh, shit, I forgot all about her. Well, she'll take the bus. She's a rock.
Miller: A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a…
Bud: The guys that make it are the guys that get in their cars at any time. Get in at 3 AM, get up at 4. That's why there ain’t a repo man I know that don't take speed. Otto: Speed, huh? Bud: [snorts line of speed] Jesus Christ! Otto: [watches, grinning] He-he.
Don't care how long it takes, dildos! Repo Man's got all night, every night.
The life of a repo man is always intense.
Look at those assholes, ordinary fucking people. I hate 'em.
A repo man spends his life getting into tense situations.
Goddamn-dipshit-Rodriguez-gypsy-dildo-punks. I'll get your ass.
Tense situations, kid. You get into five or six of 'em a day, it don't mean shit anymore. I mean, I've seen men stabbed, didn't mean shit to me. I've seen guns, guns too, they don't mean shit. But that's when you gotta watch yourself.
Bud: It helps if you dress like a detective. Detectives dress kinda square. If you look like a detective people are gonna think you're packing something. Otto: Are you? Bud: Am I what? Otto: Packing something? Bud: Only an asshole gets killed for a car.
Bud: Wanna make ten bucks? Otto: Fuck you, queer.
Oly: You want some help with that beer, kid? Otto: You're all repo men. Oly: What if we are? [Otto pours his entire beer on the floor] Bud: [standing up] You know, kid, uh, usually when someone pulls shit like that, my first reaction is, I wanna punch his fuckin' lights out. But you know something?…
Bud: Credit is a sacred trust, it's what our free society is founded on. Do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? I said, do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? Otto: They don't pay bills in Russia, it's all free. Bud: All free? Free my ass. What are you, a…