Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know...
Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.

Marv: I had to fight some cops.
Lucille: Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?
Marv: Nah, I don't think so, but they know they been in a fight, that's for sure.

Dwight: He's got the drop on her!
Gail: He's got squat! He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it.

Priest: ...ask yourself if that corpse of a slut is worth dying for.
Marv: Worth dying for.
[shoots priest]
Marv: Worth killing for.
[shoots him again]
Marv: Worth going to hell for.
[shoots him again]
Marv: Amen.

John Hartigan: I'm looking for Nancy Callahan.
Shellie: Eyes to the stage, pilgrim. She's just warming up.

Shellie: [after Dwight dunks Jackie-Boy in his own urine] Dwight, what did you do to him?
Dwight: I gave him a taste of his own medicine.

John Hartigan: ...Get some sleep.
Nancy Callahan: Sleep with me.
John Hartigan: No, Nancy!

John Hartigan: Roark! Give it up. Let the girl go.
Roark Jr.: [holding a young Nancy] You can't do a goddamn thing to me Hartigan. You know who I am. You know who my father is! You can't touch me, you piece of shit cop! Look at you, you can't even lift that cannon you carry!
John Hartigan: [pause] Sure I can.
[shoots Junior]

Jack Rafferty: Come on in the car, baby.
Becky: I'm sorry. I do the day shift and it's been a long day. Besides, I don't do group jobs.
Jack Rafferty: Come on in and we can just have a nice talk.
Becky: I don't do talk jobs either.

Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice.
Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixie person on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.

General Hummel: Remember Operation Desert Storm? Those surgical hits made by our smart bombs that were covered so well on CNN? It was my men on the ground that made those hits possible by lazing the targets. Twenty of those men were left to rot outside Baghdad after the conflict ended. No benefits were payed to their families. No medals conferred. These men died for their country and they weren't even given a goddamn military burial. This situation is unacceptable. You will transfer one hundred million dollars from Grand Cayman Red Sea trading company to an account I designate. From these funds, one million dollars will be paid to each of the 83 marines' families. The rest of the funds, I will disperse at my discretion. Do I make myself clear?
Womack: Except for the Red Sea Trading Company. What is that?
General Hummel: Identify yourself.
Womack: This is FBI Director Womack, General.
General Hummel: It's a slush-fund where the Pentagon keeps proceeds from illeagal arms deals...
General Al Kramer: Jesus, Frank, this is classified information!
General Hummel: You alert the media, I launch the gas. You refuse payment, I launch the gas. You've got 40 hours, until noon, day after tomorrow, to arrange transfer of the money. I am aware of your countermeasure. You know and I know it doesn't stand a chance. Hummel from Alcatraz, out.

Congressman Weaver and esteemed members of the Special Armed Services Committee, I come before you to protest a grave injustice... It has to stop.

General Hummel

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