The Best James Keach Quotes

Lt. Theo Kojak: Do you know your blood type?
Ted: Yeah. Type O.
Lt. Theo Kojak: Type O, that's a nice color.

Motorcycle: Do you know what the penalty for animal cruelty is in this state?
Clark: No, sir, I don't.
Motorcycle: Well... it's probably pretty stiff.

Clark: Oh, you can't think I'd do this on purpose? Look... I tied him to the rear bumper while I was packing the car. It was very confusing. I must have forgot. I'm very sorry, I feel terrible.
Motorcycle: How do you think that little dog feels?
Clark: Look, I told you I was sorry. It really was an accident.
Motorcycle: Well, I guess I can buy that, sir. But it is a shame. I had a pooch like this when I was a kid.
[both Clark and the motorcycle cop sorrowfully look at the empty road behind them]
Motorcycle: Poor little guy. Probably kept up with you for a mile or so.
[tearing up]
Motorcycle: Tough little mutt...

Aunt: I was afraid you'd get pulled over, Clark. You've been exeeding the speed limit for thousands of miles!
Rusty: Dad wasn't speeding. The cop stopped us because Dad forgot to...
Ellen: He was speeding, Rusty!
Rusty: No he wasn't, Mom. He...
Clark: Rusty! Listen to your mother. I was speeding. I was driving like a maniac. We can all be grateful for this man for stopping us. You see kids...
[the motorcycle cop appears at the car window with the dog leash]
Motorcycle: Here's the leash, sir. I'm going back to get the rest of the carcass off the road.

[Clark has just been pulled over by a Colorado motorcycle cop]
Clark: Hi officer, what's the problem?
Motorcycle: Get out of the car!
[Clark exits from the car]
Clark: I don't think I was speeding. Was I weaving or something?
Motorcycle: Shut your mouth, sir! You know, if I weren't in uniform, I'd split your skull with the butt of this revolver faster than you can say, "police brutality!"
Clark: Well whatever I did, I'm sure I can explain...
[the motorcycle cop forcibily takes Clark by the arm and leads him to the rear of the car, which has a dog leash still tied to it]
Motorcycle: Explain this, you son-of-a-bitch!
Clark: Oh my God...