My name is Robert. And my wife, Barbara and I are here to support our daughter Caroline. And we're here to listen.

Robert Wakefield

You shine up like a new penny.

Molly Brown

Mankind is not evil, just... uninformed.

Prof. Charles Francis Xavier

You're retiring, six more days and you're all the way gone.

Police Captain

Reporter: Your dad played at Permian. What's it like to be the son of a local legend?
Don Billingsley: Next question.

Ed Exley: Rollo Tomasi is the reason I became a cop. I wanted to catch the guys who thought they could get away with it. It's supposed to be about justice. Then somewhere along the way, I lost sight of that. Why'd you become a cop?
Jack Vincennes: [long pause] I don't remember.

He's rich! Do you understand? He thinks he can get away with anything.

Jake Gittes

Ellis Loew: Pull him off me, Exley!
Ed Exley: I don't know how.
Bud White: Now, I know you think you're the A-number one hotshot. Well, here's the juice: if I take you out, there'll be ten more lawyers to take your place tomorrow. They just won't come on the bus, that's all!

Bobby: That's dangerous, you know.
Catherine: Riding?
Bobby: Mm-hmm. You play the piano all day and then jump on a horse, you could get cramps.

Jim Braddock: Max, my wife Mae.
Max Baer: You are far too pretty to be a widow.
Jim Braddock: That's not nice, Max. Not nice. Come on.
Max Baer: On second thought, maybe I can comfort you after he's gone.
Joe Gould: Hey, I said shut your goddamn mouth, you punk!

Mayor: Have I told you that I was acquainted with your father, Captain?
Capitán Vidal: No. I had no idea.
Mayor: In Morocco. I knew him only briefly, but he left a great impression.
Capitán Vidal: An excellent soldier.
Mayor: The men in his battalion said that when General Vidal died on the battlefield, he smashed his watch on a rock so that his son would know the exaxt hour and minute of his death. So he would know how a brave man dies.
Capitán Vidal: Nonsense. He didn't own a watch.

Beaumont: Wait a minute...
Seaman Jones: Uh oh...
Beaumont: Disparaged surface clutter...
Seaman Jones: Yeeeesssss?
Beaumont: I should go to SAPS?
Seaman Jones: Correct! Seaman Beaumont, Signal Algorithmic Processing System. Give it a week and you'll be teaching at Caltech. So, like Beethoven on the computer, you have laboured to produce... a biologic.
Beaumont: A what?
Seaman Jones: A whale, Seaman Beaumont, a whale. A marine mammal that knows a hell of a lot more about sonar, then you do. Train her around to 269 and lets try it again?

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