Bo Hopkins: Joe

American Graffiti

Joe

Joe: [wearing sunglasses at night with two other members of the Pharoh's gang] Whadaya doin' creep?
Curt Henderson: Who, me?
Joe: No, I'm talkin' to the other fifty creeps here. You know Gil Gonzales?
Curt Henderson: Gil Gonzales? No. No, I don't.
Joe: Don't know Gil huh? Well you oughta. He's a friend of ours and that's his car you got your butt parked on.

Curt Henderson: You know Toby Juarez? Toby Juarez, he's a Pharaoh isn't he?
Joe: Toby Juarez? Sure, we know Toby. We killed him last night. Tied him to a car and dragged him.

Joe: [waves for Curt to come over] Get down! OK now, you got it? I'm staying here, you're on your own.
Curt Henderson: Wait a minute, wait a minute, Joe... wait a minute. What if he hears me?
Joe: Shhh. Listen, listen! Look at it this way. Now, you got three choices. One, you chicken out and in that case I let Ants tie you to the car and drag you around a little bit and you don't want that. Right?
Curt Henderson: No.
Joe: Two, you foul up and Holstein hears you and, well uh... you don't want that, right?
Curt Henderson: No, I don't.
Joe: Three, you are successful and you join the Pharaohs with a car coat and a blood initiation and all that, huh?
[Joe pats Curt on the shoulder and runs back to the car]
Curt Henderson: What? Wait a minute, wait a minute! What blood initiation?

Joe: There's that badass Chevy again. Look at the snatch he's got with him.
Ants: Hey, man, he looks like a wimp.
Curt Henderson: Probably is. Wimps get all the snatch.
Carlos: Milner ain't gonna beat that. His time has come. He's getting old. He ain't as fast as he used to be.

Joe: Listen, eh, Carl.
Curt Henderson: Curt.
Joe: Curt!
Curt Henderson: Curt.
Joe: Despite you scratching Gil's car, I like you. And I know what you'd like more than anything right now. Like every guy in town, you got the same secret dream, right? You want to be a Pharaoh. Huh? Go ahead, you can admit it.

Carlos: You tell her, Wolfman! He's my man. When I graduate, I'm gonna be a Wolfman. Hey, you know he broadcasts out of Mexico someplace?
Joe: No, he don't. I seen the station right outside of town.
Carlos: That's just a clearing station, man. So he can fool the cops. He blasts that thing all the way around the world. It's against the law, man.
Ants: Ah, man, they'll never catch the Wolfman.
Carlos: No way.

Curt Henderson: Hey, any of you guys know a blonde in a white T-Bird?
Joe: Yeah, I know her, what about it?
Curt Henderson: I'm trying to find out, you know, who she is.
Joe: She's outta your price range, man. My brother's been out with her. He clued me in.
Curt Henderson: Price range? Are you trying to tell me that she's a prostitute?
Joe: That's right. She's a thirty dollar Sheri. Jesus, can you imagine that? Thirty bucks for that broad.
Curt Henderson: We got to be thinking about two different broads.

Joe: [to Curt] You better comes with us and take a ride with the Pharaohs, huh?