Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017) quotes

Director
Martin McDonagh.

Cast
Frances McDormand.
Woody Harrelson.
Sam Rockwell.

A mother personally challenges the local authorities to solve her daughter’s murder when they fail to catch the culprit.

Hey fuckhead!
– Mildred Hayes
What?
– Dixon
Don’t say what, Dixon. When she comes in calling you a “fuckhead.”
– Desk Sergeant

Why are you never on my side, Robbie?
– Angela
I’m always on your side when you’re not being a cunt!
– Robbie
Hey!
– Angela, Mildred Hayes
There will be no more “cunts” in this house. You got that, mister?
– Mildred Hayes
What? Are you moving out?
– Robbie

So how’s it all going in the nigger- torturing business, Dixon?
– Mildred Hayes
It’s ‘Persons of color’-torturing business, these days, if you want to know. And I didn’t torture nobody.
– Dixon

This didn’t put an end to shit, you fucking retard; this is just the fucking start. Why don’t you put that on your Good Morning Missouri fucking wake up broadcast, bitch?
– Mildred Hayes

Y’know what I was thinking about today? I was thinking ’bout those street gangs they had down in Los Angeles, those Crips and those Bloods? I was thinking about that buncha new laws they came up with, in the 1980’s I think it was, to combat those street-gangs, those Crips and those Bloods. And, if I remember rightly, the gist of what those new laws were saying was if you join one of these gangs, and you’re running with ’em, and down the block one night, unbeknownst to you, one of your fellow Crips, or your fellow Bloods, shoot up a place, or stab a guy, well then, even though you didn’t know nothing about it, and even though you may’ve just been standing on a streetcorner minding your own business, what these new laws said was you’re still culpable. You’re still culpable, by the very act of joining those Crips, or those Bloods, in the first place. Which got me thinking, Father, that whole type of situation is kinda like your Church boys, ain’t it? You’ve got your colors, you’ve got your clubhouse, you’re, for want of a better word, a gang. And if you’re upstairs smoking a pipe and reading a bible while one of your fellow gang members is downstairs fucking an altar boy then, Father, just like those Crips, and just like those Bloods, you’re culpable. Cos you joined the gang, man. And I don’t care if you never did shit or you never saw shit or you never heard shit. You joined the gang. You’re culpable. And when a person is culpable to altar-boy-fucking, or any kinda boy-fucking, I know you guys didn’t really narrow that down, then they kinda forfeit the right to come into my house and say anything about me, or my life, or my daughter, or my billboards. So, why don’t you just finish your tea there, Father, and get the fuck outta my kitchen.
– Mildred Hayes

All this anger, man, it just begets greater anger.
– Charlie

Dear Mildred, Dead Man Willoughby here. Firstly, I wanted to apologize for dyin’ without catchin’ your daughter’s killer. It’s a source of great pain to me and it would break my heart to think you thought I didn’t care. ‘Cause I did care. There are just some cases, where you never catch a break. Then 5 years down the line, some guy hears some other guy braggin’ about it in a barroom or a jail cell. The whole thing is wrapped up through sheer stupidity. I hope that might be true for Angela, I really do. Second, I got to admit Mildred, the billboards were a great fucking idea. They were like a chess move. And although they had absolutely nothing to do with my dyin’… I will assume almost everyone in town will assume that they did. Which is why, for Willoughby’s counter-move, I decided to pay the next month’s rent on ’em. I thought it’d be funny, you having to defend them a whooole ‘nother month after they’ve stuck me in the ground. The joke is on you Mildred. Ha ha, and I hope they do not kill you. So good luck with all that, and good luck with everything else too. I hope and I pray that you get him.
– Willoughby

Hey, Dixon?
– Mildred Hayes
Yeah?
– Dixon
I need to tell you something… It was me that burned down the police station.
– Mildred Hayes
Well, who the hell else would it have been?
– Dixon

Jason, Willoughby here. I’m dead now, sorry about that. There’s something I wanted to say to you that I never really said when I was alive. I think you’ve got the makings of being a really good cop, Jason, and you know why? Because, deep down, you’re a decent man. I know you don’t think I think that, but I do, dipshit. I do think you’re too angry though, and I know it’s all since your dad died and you had to go look after your mom and all, but as long as you hold on to so much hate, then I don’t think you’re ever going to become, what I know you want to become – a detective. ‘Cause you know what you need to become a detective? And I know you’re gonna wince when I say this, but what you need to become a detective is love.
– Willoughby
Fuck ’em.
– Mildred Hayes
Because through love comes calm, and through calm comes thought. And you need thought to detect stuff sometimes, Jason. It’s kinda all you need. You don’t even need a gun. And you definitely don’t need hate. Hate never solved nothing, but calm did. And thought did. Try it. Try it just for a change. No one’ll think you’re gay. And if they do, arrest ’em for homophobia! Won’t they be surprised! Good luck to you, Jason. You’re a decent man, and yeah you’ve had a run of bad luck, but things are gonna change for you. I can feel it.
– Willoughby

What are you, an idiot?
– Dixon
Don’t call me an idiot, Dixon!
– Desk Sergeant
I didn’t call you an idiot, I asked if you was an idiot… That was a question.
– Dixon

What’s the law on what ya can and can’t say on a billboard? I assume it’s ya can’t say nothing defamatory, and ya can’t say, ‘Fuck’ ‘Piss’ or ‘Cunt’. That right?
– Mildred Hayes
Or… Anus.
– Red Welby
Well I think I’ll be alright then.
– Mildred Hayes

We’ve had two official complaints about the billboards, so, actually…
– Dixon
From who?
– Willoughby
A lady with a funny eye… and a fat dentist.
– Dixon
Give me the file on the Angela Hayes case.
– Willoughby
A lady with a funny fucking eye?… Jesus Christ.
– Willoughby

I’d do anything to catch the guy who did it, Mrs. Hayes, but when the DNA don’t match no one who’s ever been arrested, and when the DNA don’t match any other crime nationwide, and there wasn’t a single eyewitness from the time she left your house to the time we found her, well… right now there ain’t too much more we could do.
– Willoughby
You could pull blood from every man and boy in this town over the age of 8.
– Mildred Hayes
There’s civil rights laws prevents that, Mrs. Hayes, and what if he was just passing through town?
– Willoughby
Pull blood from every man in the country.
– Mildred Hayes
And what if he was just passing through the country?
– Willoughby
If it was me, I’d start up a database, every male baby was born, stick ’em on it, and as soon as he done something wrong, cross reference it, make 100% certain it was a correct match, then kill him.
– Mildred Hayes
Yeah well, there’s definitely civil rights laws that prevents that.
– Willoughby

If you got rid of every cop with vaguely racist leanings, then you’d have three cops left, and all o’ them are gonna hate the fags, so what are ya gonna do, y’know?
– Willoughby

My Darling Anne, There’s a longer letter in the dresser drawer I’ve been writing for the last week or so, that one covers us, and my memories of us, and how much I’ve always loved you. This one just covers tonight, and more importantly, today. Tonight I have gone out to the horses to end it. I cannot say sorry for the act itself, although I know for a short time you will be angry at me, or even hate me for it. Please don’t. This is not a case of, I came in this world alone and I’m goin’ out of it alone, or anything dumb like that. I did not come in this world alone, my mom was there. And I am not goin’ out of it alone, ’cause you were there, drunk on the couch, making Oscar Wilde cock jokes. No, this is a case, in some senses, of bravery. Not the bravery of facing a bullet down. The next few months of pain would be far harder than that small flash. No, it’s the bravery of weighing up the next few months of still being with you, still waking up with you, of playing with the kids… Against the next few months of seeing in your eyes how much my pain is killing you. How my weakened body, as it ebbs away, and you tend to it, are your final and lasting memories of me. I won’t have that. Your final memories of me will be us at the riverside, and that dumb fishing game, which I think they cheated at. And me inside of you, and you on top of me… And barely a fleeting thought, of the darkness yet to come. That was the best Anne. A whooole day of not thinking about it. Dwell on this day baby, ’cause it was the best day of my life. Kiss the girls for me, and know that I’ve always loved you… And maybe I’ll see ya again if there’s another place, and if there ain’t… Well, it’s been heaven knowing you. Your Boy, Bill.
– Willoughby

Those billboards aren’t gonna bring her back, Mildred.
– Charlie
Neither is fucking nineteen-year olds, Charlie.
– Mildred Hayes

You know, I didn’t have to come and hold your ladder.
– James

You old cunt!
– Robbie
I’m not old, Robbie.
– Mildred Hayes

Dixon?
– Mildred Hayes
Yeah?
– Dixon
Are you sure about this?
– Mildred Hayes
‘Bout killing this guy? Not really. You?
– Dixon
Not really. I guess we can decide along the way.
– Mildred Hayes

Did you really tell him Anger begets greater anger?
– Mildred Hayes
Oh, yes! I did! I didn’t make it up myself though. I can’t claim that! No, I read it on a bookmark. Which was in a book I was reading. About polio.
– Penelope
Polo.
– Charlie

No, which is the one with the horses? Polio? Polo?
– Penelope
Polo.
– Charlie

Dixon, you goddamn asshole. I’m in the middle of my goddamn Easter dinner… Sorry, kids.
– Willoughby

What’s the matter with you, saying that goddamn stuff on TV?… My momma watches that station.
– Dixon
She doesn’t know about the torturing?
– Mildred Hayes
No. She’s against that kinda thing.
– Dixon
Who’s against what?
– Willoughby
My momma is against persons-of-color-torturing. She said nigger-torturing. I said, You can’t say nigger-torturing no more. You gotta say persons-of-color-torturing. Isn’t that right, Chief?
– Dixon

Wow. When you can’t trust the lawyers and the advertising men, what the hell’s America coming to, huh?
– Mildred Hayes