Eat My Dust (1976)

Warren J. Kemmerling: Sheriff Niebold

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Quotes 

• Sheriff Niebold : You're not stopping!

  Oly : No, I'm Oly.

• Sheriff Niebold : [Notices Hoover and his friends running up to the grandstand]  Hoover?

  Hoover Niebold : [Nervously]  Uh, hiya, dad.

  Sheriff Niebold : Don't you give me that.

  Hoover Niebold : What?

  Sheriff Niebold : Did you change the towels at the Exxon over on Magnolia?

  Hoover Niebold : [Looking over at he track]  Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.

  Sheriff Niebold : Yeah? What time?

  [Noticing Hoover still staring at the track] 

  Sheriff Niebold : Pay attention to me!

  Hoover Niebold : [Still looking]  8:07.

  Sheriff Niebold : Look at me, when you're talking to me! Now, what time were you at the Exxon?

  Hoover Niebold : I told you, Dad. 9:07.

  Sheriff Niebold : 9:07, huh? Well, what time did you change the towels at the Sheriff's Office?

  Hoover Niebold : [rolls his eyes]  Between 9:16 and 9:22.

  Sheriff Niebold : Oh, yeah? Well, how did you get from the Exxon to the Sheriff's Office in nine minutes without getting a speeding ticket, huh?

  [Hoover hands his father a crumpled-up speeding ticket and joins his friends in the bleachers as everybody starts laughing] 

  Sheriff Niebold : WHAT'S SO FUNNY? Oh, it just makes me sick to see grown men laughing at something like that. You know when you laugh, it just encourages them to do more of the same! How the hell do you expect to control your kids?

  Frank Darnel : I don't know, Harry. How do YOU do it?

  [everybody starts laughing again] 

  Frank Darnel : Come on, tell me.

  Sheriff Niebold : THAT'S IT! One more word and you're under arrest.

• Sheriff Niebold : [notices one of the race cars stalled by the barn]  What the HELL is that?

  Dep. Gallo : It's a car, Harry.

• Sheriff Niebold : [Hoover unintentionally disables the police car Harry is riding in]  Hoover!

  Hoover Niebold : Hi, dad!

  Darlene Kurtz : Bye-bye, dad!

• Sheriff Niebold : Hoover, can you hear me?

  Hoover Niebold : I hear you, pappy, but I can't quite reach you.

• Sheriff Niebold : [Harry notices his deputy Clark has a shotgun due to the commotion outside]  Why the gun?

  Clark : Sounds like a lynching.

• Sheriff Niebold : Hoover! The only reason you won't give yourself up is because you're scared of me!

  Hoover Niebold : No, it's because of what you said you'd do to me!

  Sheriff Niebold : Aw, Jesus Christ, don't you have any guts?

• Sheriff Niebold : [when he notices Hoover and Darlene going down the ravine]  Oh, Jesus Christ, I killed him.

• Dep. Brookside : [over walkie-talkie]  There's good news, tonight. Come in, sheriff. Are you there, Sheriff?

  Sheriff Niebold : [the police car almost hits Brookside]  WILL YOU GET OUTTA THE ROAD?

• Sheriff Niebold : [to Oly]  I got news for you. When this is over, I'm gonna have a whole bunch of new deputies! A whole bunch!

• Dep. Gallo : This old bastard's under arrest for assaulting an officer!

  Farmer Hale : And this flat-wit and them kids wrecked my whole farm in about fifteen seconds and wouldn't do a damn thing about it!

  Dep. Gallo : Hey, don't blame that on me. Some kid that looked a lot like Hoover, Harry, went through that place like a bomb on wheels. All I was trying to do was keep up with them, then this hayseed...

  Sheriff Niebold : [wearily]  All right, all right. We'll take care of it later. Now if you don't mind, Mr. Hale, waiting in the VIP lounge, I'll be with you shortly.

  Farmer Hale : Well, I expect to get my just desserts.

  Clark : [as Farmer Hale is walking towards the drunk tank]  Right. Why be different?

  Dep. Gallo : No kidding, Harry. They wrecked everything: fences, chicken coops, cow barns, everything!

  Sheriff Niebold : [exasperated]  Oh, put it in your report. I don't want to hear anymore.

• Frank Darnel : [notices one of the race cars lost control on the track]  Did you see that?

  Sheriff Niebold : I'm not impressed by reckless driving.

• Dep. Gallo : [over radio]  Deputy Gallo to Chief Nielbold!

  Sheriff Niebold : [turns on speaker]  Go ahead, Jerry. Where are you?

  Dep. Gallo : I'm relaxing in a mud bath out on Farmer Hale's ranch!

  Farmer Hale : And it'll cost you to the nose to fix it, you flatfoot bastard!

• Spectator : [when Harry is snorting due to allergies]  What's the matter, you smell a suspect?

  Sheriff Niebold : Yeah, my son, Hoover!

• Sheriff Niebold : [angrily]  Hoover! This is your father speaking in the capacity of the sheriff!

  Oly : [singing]  I shot the sheriff...

  [Harry shakes his fist at Oly as a warning] 

  Hoover Niebold : I'm all ears!

  Sheriff Niebold : We're gonna have you boxed in in just a minute, so it's best that you give up now and make it easier on yourself.

  Hoover Niebold : What about the kids?

  Sheriff Niebold : You're stalling!

  Hoover Niebold : What about Darlene?

  Sheriff Niebold : Oh, for Christ's sake, what have you done to her?

  Hoover Niebold : Nothing you didn't teach me, Dad!

• Sheriff Niebold : [over the intercom radio as Hoover and Darlene ride back into town]  All right, son. This is my final offer: probation and thirty percent of your salary. If I tried to do anymore than that, I'd have to resign!

  Dep. Brookside : Well, you'll have to resign anyway, Harry.

  Dep. Gallo : Yeah, the jig's up!

  Dep. Brookside : Oh, yeah, you're finished.

  Sheriff Niebold : SHUT UP, WILL YA?

  Dep. Brookside : Thirty percent of what?

  Dep. Gallo : Yeah, who would give that punk a job?

  Dep. Brookside : I wouldn't!

  Sheriff Niebold : That's it, shithead! You're fired!

  Dep. Brookside : You can't fire us!

  Dep. Brookside , Dep. Gallo : WE QUIT!

  Big Bubba Jones : Shoot, sheriff. The kid's won. He can get a ride on any Double-D goddamn track in the country!

  Hoover Niebold : [to Darlene]  Is the ride over?

  Darlene Kurtz : That's up to you.

• Big Bubba Jones : [after walking out of the bathroom in the sheriff's office]  Whew, how often do you change the double-D-goddamn towels around here?

  Sheriff Niebold : [annoyed]  Who the hell are YOU?

  Big Bubba Jones : Big Bubba Jones. What, you wanna make something of it?

  Sheriff Niebold : Oh, it was your car that was... taken, right?

  Big Bubba Jones : You bet your turned-up nose it was, diddly punk.

  Clark : [angrily points his finger at Bubba]  You watch your smart mouth, fella!

  [Harry puts up his hand to calm Clark down] 

  Sheriff Niebold : You can file a complaint.

  [an exasperated Bubba walks aside and grabs a can of beer from the mini-fridge behind the front desk] 

  Sheriff Niebold : [to Clark]  Now, he will need a complaint form. That will be CF-70-80-VF-00-0. You got that?

  Clark : Got it.

  Big Bubba Jones : Shit, I don't want no forms. I just wanna get Mabel back.

  Clark : Mabel? Well, he wants missing persons. That's a whole other form.

• Clark : [Deputy Brookside tries to keep the parents outside, but they push the door of the sheriff's office open and Clark draws his shotgun at them]  All right, hold it right there!

  [Brookside fearfully holds his hands up to surrender] 

  Clark : Not you, dum-dum!

  Sheriff Niebold : Somebody please shut the goddamn door.

  Hazel Chandler : [wearily]  Oh, I need a drink.

  Big Bubba Jones : Got beer in the ice box.

  Hazel Chandler : Oh, good, Honey, would you get me one?

  Dorrit Kurtz : [noticing Clark is still cautiously aiming his shotgun at the parents]  Do not point the gun at me.

  Willie Kurtz : He is pointing the gun because he is a policeman. Do not tell a policeman not to point a gun.

  Sheriff Niebold : [annoyed]  Put it down.

  Dolores Westerby : [impatiently]  Okay, sheriff, where are they?

  Sheriff Niebold : Now, I know you're worried because I am, too. My kid is out there, too. Now, what they're doing is showing off to each other. Now, this is not a theft, it's just an...

  Big Bubba Jones : [to Hazel]  BA-LONEY.

  Sheriff Niebold : Now, look, when those kids took that car...

  [the parents begin angrily shouting protests] 

  Sheriff Niebold : HOLD IT! LOOK! I told you outside, I can't talk to you all at one time, so if you will just file into the waiting room, I will talk to you ONE at a time.

  [Sam Chandler playfully slaps Dolores' behind to her surprise as they all start to go in] 

  Old Timer : Come on, Harry! That's not a waiting room! That's a goddamn drunk tank!

  Sheriff Niebold : [to the old timer]  Or you can go home and wait for my call.