Evelyn Mulwray: Hollis seems to think you're an innocent man.
Jake Gittes: Well, I've been accused of a lot of things before, Mrs. Mulwray, but never that.

I'm sexually paranoid.


Bud White: Bullshit. How would a two-bit hick like Meeks get his hands on a large supply of heroin?
Johnny Stompanato: You're right, it's probably bullshit. Even if he did, he could never unload it. Not without drawing all kinds of attention.
Bud White: Maybe that's why he's under a house in Elysian Park and he don't smell too good, paisano.

Joe Erie: Hello Snyder. Whattya doin' up here?
Lieutenant William Snyder: I'm on vacation. You see that friend of yours lately?
Joe Erie: No, no. He packed it in. Enrolled in detective school.

Three weeks from now, I will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so.


Lily Ford: Rob and Beth slept together.
Hud: Are you serious?
Lily Ford: Yeah, a few weeks ago. Beth made me promise not to say anything.
Jason Hawkins: Are you kidding me Lily? Rob and Beth sleeping together and you're not even going to tell me that?
Hud: Why wouldn't you tell me?
Lily Ford: [long pause] Why wouldn't I tell you?

Captain Davenport: They're pinging away with their active sonar like they're looking for something, but nobody's listening.
Jack Ryan: What do you mean?
Captain Davenport: Well, they're moving at almost 40 knots. At that speed, they could run right over my daughter's stereo and not hear it.

I don't know if you'd be particularly interested in hearing anything about me. My life, I mean... Most of it doesn't add up to much that I could relate as a way of life that you'd approve of... I'd like to be able to tell you why, but I don't really... I mean, I move around a lot because things tend to get bad when I stay. And I'm looking... for auspicious beginnings, I guess... I'm trying to, you know, imagine your half of this conversation... My feeling is, that if you could talk, we probably wouldn't be talking. That's pretty much how it got to be before... I left... Are you all right? I don't know what to say... Tita suggested that we try to... I don't know. I think that she... seems to feel we've got... some understanding to reach... She totally denies the fact that we were never that comfortable with each other to begin with... The best that I can do, is apologize. We both know that I was never really that good at it, anyway. I'm sorry it didn't work out.


[from trailer] Racing is everything. For my family, it isn't just a sport, it's way more important than that... it's like... a religion.


We are broke, that is my fucking problem and you are a fucking spy. That's right. Always spyin' always judgin'. Everyone's laughing in your face you fucking pussy. You let Diego fuck you in the ass. Maybe because you like it, maybe because you're a fucking fagot. That's what I think you are. I think you are really fuckin him cause you're not fucking me. Why's that? Why? Why don't you fuck me anymore. Don't you ever touch me again motherfucker. Don't ever put your hands on me again, asshole. Get your hands off me. He's a fugitive and a fucking cocaine dealer. He's got a kilo in his trunk right now.

Mirtha Jung

Mrs. Lovett: You're barking mad.
Sweeney Todd: The years, no doubt changed me.

Salieri: My plan was so simple. It terrified me. First I must get the death mass and then, I must achieve his death.
Father Vogler: What?
Salieri: His funeral! Imagine it, the cathedral, all Vienna sitting there, his coffin, Mozart's little coffin in the middle, and then, in that silence, music! A divine music bursts out over them all. A great mass of death! Requiem mass for Wolfgang Mozart, composed by his devoted friend, Antonio Salieri! Oh what sublimity, what depth, what passion in the music! Salieri has been touched by God at last. And God is forced to listen! Powerless, powerless to stop it! I, for once in the end, laughing at him! The only thing that worried me was the actual killing. How does one do that? Hmmm? How does one kill a man? It's one thing to dream about it; very different when, when you, when you have to do it with your own hands.

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