Jay Sebring: Is everyone okay?
Rick Dalton: Well... the fuckin' hippies aren't. That's for goddamn sure.
[from trailer, before Bruce Lee and stunt double Cliff Booth rehearse a fight scene]
Bruce Lee: My hands are registered as lethal weapons. We get into a fight, I accidentally kill you? I go to jail.
Cliff Booth: Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter.
Cliff Booth: Oh, I know you. I know all three of you! Spahn Ranch! Aw, I missed you! Mmm! Yeah!
[turns to Patricia Krenwinkel]
Cliff Booth: I don't know your name, but I do remember that hair.
[turns to Susan Atkins]
Cliff Booth: And you, I remember your white little face.
[turns to Tex Watson]
Cliff Booth: And you were on a horsey! Yeah... you are?
Tex: I'm the Devil. And I'm here to do the Devil's business.
Cliff Booth: ...Nah, it was dumber than that. Something like, Rex?
Sadie: Come on, shoot him, Tex!
Cliff Booth: Tex!
Rick Dalton: The hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?
Rick Dalton: [During a scene in "The 14 Fists of McCluskey" when his character burns several Nazis alive with a flamethrower] Anyone order fried sauerkraut? Burn, you Nazi bastards! Ha ha ha!
Narrator: When you come to the end of the line, with a buddy who is more than a brother and a little less than a wife, getting blind drunk together is really the only way to say farewell.
Cliff Booth: All right. What's the matter, partner?
Rick Dalton: It's official, old buddy. I'm a has-been.
Cliff Booth: [from trailer] Hey! You're Rick fucking Dalton. Don't you forget it.
Rick Dalton: [in character on "Lancer"] To my wife and all my sweethearts. May they never meet.
Jay Sebring: What happened to the intruders?
Rick Dalton: Well, Cliff took down two of them and I torched the last one with a flamethrower.
Jay Sebring: You did what?
Rick Dalton: Yeah, I torched her. I burnt her ass to a crisp.
Janet: [to Cliff, angry] Get the wardrobe off, get your shit and get fucked!
Randy: I will handle this!
Janet: Then fucking handle it, Randy!
Randy: [to Cliff, calmly] Cliff, get the wardrobe off, get your shit and get off the lot.
[a reporter is interviewing Rick Dalton and Cliff Booth]
Allen Kincade: So, uh, Rick, explain to the audience exactly what it is a stunt double does.
Rick Dalton: Well, actors are required to do a lot of dangerous stuff. Say Jake Cahill gets shot off his horse. Can I fall off a horse? Yes, I can. Yes, I have.
[All three chuckle]
Rick Dalton: Now, say I fall off wrong or I sprain my wrist or twist my ankle. Now, that can put an undue burden on the production because now maybe I can't work for a week. So Cliff here...
[Rick raises his cigarette]
Rick Dalton: ...is meant to help carry the load.
Allen Kincade: Is that, uh, how you describe your job, Cliff?
Cliff Booth: What, carrying his load?
[Cliff turns to looks over at Rick]
Cliff Booth: Yeah, that's about right.
[All three chuckle]
Rick Dalton: You fuckin' hippies came up here to smoke dope on a dark road, huh?
Marvin Schwarzs: So Rick, who's gonna beat the shit out of you next week? Mannix? The Man from U.N.C.L.E.? The Girl from U.N.C.L.E.? How about Batman and Robin?
[pantomimes the fight choreography]
Marvin Schwarzs: Ping! Pow! Choom! Zoom! Down goes you, down goes your career as a leading man.
Sharon Tate: [to Jay Sebring] Aww, what's the matter? You afraid I'll tell Jim Morrison you were dancing to Paul Revere & The Raiders? Are they not cool enough for you?
Rick Dalton: I'm Rick Dalton. It's my pleasure, Mr Schwarz.
Marvin Schwarzs: Call me Marvin. Put her there. That your son?
Rick Dalton: No that's my stunt double, Cliff Booth.
Marvin Schwarzs: Last night we watched a Rick Dalton Double Feature. With all the shooting.
[Marvin imitates machine gun noises]
Marvin Schwarzs: I love that stuff, you know, with the killing.
Rick Dalton: Lot of killing.
Pussycat: Want me to suck your cock while driving?
Cliff Booth: [thinks for a bit] How old are you?
Cliff Booth: How old are you?
Pussycat: Wow, man. First time anybody asked that in a long time.
Cliff Booth: What's the answer?
Pussycat: Okay, we gonna play kiddie games? Eighteen. Feel better?
Cliff Booth: You got some I.D., you know, like, a driver's license or something?
Pussycat: [laughing] Are you joking?
Cliff Booth: No, I'm not. I need to see something official that verifies that you're eighteen, which you don't have because you're not.
[yelling after Cliff, who is leaving Spahn Ranch]
Pussycat: George isn't blind! YOU'RE THE BLIND ONE!
Rick Dalton: [as his Lancer character] I ain't gonna hurt her. I just want her to play the fiddle. Now go fetch her and tell her I'll give her a fat, five-dollar gold piece if she play her little chili pepper heart out!