Leprechaun 3

1995 film directed by Brian Trenchard-Smith

Leprechaun 3 is a 1995 American horror slasher film about the homicidal Leprechaun who goes on a killing rampage on in Las Vegas, wreaking havoc on a young man's aspiring career.

Directed by Brian Trenchard-Smith and written by Mark Jones and David DuBos.
Welcome To Vegas... The Odds Are You Won't Leave Alive!Taglines

The Leprechaun

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  • There was an old man of Madras whose balls were made of fine brass. So in stormy weather they both clang together and sparks flew out of his ass.
  • For pulling this trick, I'll chop off your dick!
  • Ah... lovely golden palaces completely full of riches. I'll rip 'em off and rob 'em blind, those dirty sons of bitches.
  • I want my gold shilling. Tell me where it is or there will be another killing.
  • Now that was quite a load to have to explode. What a lovely lass, I had to blow up your ass but now I must hit the road!
  • [Appears on the TV as a injuries compensation lawyer doing an infommercial] Feeling sick? Stubbed your toe? Call this lawyer. I'll fix your woe. Agony is my business. I'll fight for you! Even you, Mitch.
  • [Appears on the TV as a psychic doing a commercial] The signs point to a tragedy about to happen: casino owner dies in a bed of lies.
  • [To an East Indian pawn shop owner after being revived granitized] Mmm, I like Indian food. So spicy!
  • [Leprechaun appears on the TV as a preacher doing a commercial]

Leprechaun: Praise the Lord! And send in your money. Otherwise, you're all doomed to hellfire and damnation for fornicatin' with the Devil's harlot. Especially you, Mitch. You're a prime offender.

Scott

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  • [On the phone] Yeah, give me hotel security. Yeah, I'd like to report a leprechaun in your hotel. No, a LEPRECHAUN. Yeah, little green guy. HE TRIED TO KILL ME! [Realizes receptionist has hung up] Hello?

Fazio

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  • Loretta, darling, if you want magic, bend over. I'll pull a rabbit out of your ass.
  • ['As he's being sawn in half] Caesar's... Palace...
  • You need more than a boob job, Loretta. You need a personality transplant.
  • What do I want? I want brown hair. I want health insurance for all Americans. I want the Mets to get their shit together.
  • [To The Leprechaun] Tell me, what was Judy Garland really like?

Mitch

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  • Ladies and gentlemen, due to a slight solicrivilance in the stem of the wheel, the situation is thus - this table is now closed.

Loretta

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  • Look at those tits! I wish I was a man so I could just screw myself right to the floor. And I dare you to feel that ass, Fazio. That's prime.

Dialogue

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Loretta: Who the hell are you?
The Leprechaun: I'm a leprechaun me lass, and I'm gonna make you pay.
Loretta: What do you want?
The Leprechaun: Your boobs are big. Your butt is small. But still you're in for quite a fall.
Loretta: What are you talking about?
The Leprechaun: Oh, well didn't you hear? Bigger is good, but jumbo is dear. I'll give ya boobs that'll come out to here.

Scott: There once was a lady of Totten whose tastes grew perverted and rotten. She cared not for steaks or for pastries and cakes, but lived upon penis au gratin.
Waitress: Metallica. No, wait... White Zombie. I got the album. Enjoy your spuds!
Scott: What the hell did I just say?

Doctor: Now listen to me! This may mean the difference between living and dying. Do you have health insurance?
Scott: Do ya take Green Cross?

Tammy: Let me go, you son of a bitch!
Leprechaun: Now that's no way to speak about me mother, bless her green soul.

Doctor: All right, let's just start with every test that starts with the letter A, tomorrow we'll do the B's, and then Thursday...
Nurse: You play golf on Thursday.
Doctor: Well, this is an emergency.

Mitch: Will you keep your voice down? One thing I can't stand is a fat broad with a big mouth.
Loretta: Who's callin' fat, fat, Mr. Porker? You couldn't get a woman if your life depended on it.
Mitch: Oh yeah? I could have any broad that I want.
Loretta: Like that bubble-headed little bimbo Miss Tammy?

Scott: Excuse me, where can I cash a check?
Mitch: You old enough to be in here, kid? [Sees the amount of Scott's check] Yes, you're old enough. Right over there. If there's anything you need, just come to me.

Tammy: Sorry I'm late, Fazio.
Fazio: I told you, you will address me as Great One offstage and on.
Tammy: You're a magician, not the Pope.

Fazio: [The Leprechaun has turned his white rabbit into a pile of green feces] Oh, shit!
The Leprechaun: A little token of my esteem. It is exactly what it seems. Made fresh daily at exactly 9:00. It comes from my shillelagh. You can keep it in a crock. [Cruelly chuckles]

Scott: I thought maybe you could sneak me inside the casino to see what it's like.
Tammy: What? Do you think this is like Disneyland or something?

Scott: Have you ever blown a rod before?
Tammy: I beg your pardon?
Scott: The engine, I meant. See, you got your pistons and your rods... You don't want to know this, right?
Tammy: No, actually, I don't.

Loretta: Why don't you hire me?
Fazio: Twenty years ago, Loretta, or should I say twenty pounds ago?

Lucky: He's a good luck charm.
Gupta: Yes, I can see it's working very well.

Tony: Look sharp, be sharp.
Art: No, tell him the other thing. The threat thing.
Tony: Oh. You pay Arthur the money you owe him or I will kill you.
Mitch: What are you, tough guys? I got hemorrhoids tougher than you.

Cast

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Taglines

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  • Welcome To Vegas... Your Losing Streak Is About To Begin!

See also

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