David Ackerman: Do you think I like dragging around after you all day? I fucking hate it! And I hate the way you drive. And I hate your stinkin' whiskey breath.
Nick Pulovski: And I hate your uptight regulation-spouting boy scout horseshit. And I hate the little fucking creases in your pants. And I hate these fucking donuts. These fruitcake little ones, with the goddamn pinky shit! Nobody eats that shit.
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: Morning, Hawk.
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: Good morning.
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: What happened to your eye?
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: L fell in the shower. Tell maintenance to put some no-slip adhesives on that slippery floor.
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: How's it going, Frank?
Frank Corvin: Fine, fine.
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: Whats with the eye? Slip in the shower?
Frank Corvin: How would you know that?
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: L think I'll have a chat with the janitor.
Frank Corvin: You know what the worst day of my life was? The day Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon. I was probably the only person in America who wanted to commit suicide that day.
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: Well, thanks a lot Frank. We haven't spoken in twelve years and that's basically been the big question on my mind, what could make you commit suicide.
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: What are you doing here?
Frank Corvin: Keeping a promise I made years ago.
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: Was that the promise you made to kill me or the promise you made to have both my legs broke?
Tiny, Bar Bouncer: I'll put you in the hospital, old man.
Frank Corvin: Yeah? Well, I've got MediCare. Go ahead and shoot your best shot.
Barbara Corvin: Would you like me to read the instructions to you again?
Frank Corvin: Let me tell you something, my dear. Those instructions were written by a fellow in Japan when they made this damn thing. They were probably translated by some gringo who was an expatriate American that couldn't get a job in this country. And then the Japanese guy probably translated him just to double check on him. You don't need these instructions. Not at all. Tear them up.
Lt. Donnelly: Harry, these bastards are not a bunch of junkies. In their minds you killed Threlkis, same as if you pulled the trigger. They're not gonna stop, they're gonna keep comin' after you.
Harry Callahan: Good, that way we'll know where they are.
Harry Callahan: Do you know the emergency phone number for San Francisco General? Well, why don't you call them right now and have them send down an ambulance. Tell them there's two sorry-looking assholes here with multiple contusions and various abrasions and broken bones.
Beryl Thibodeaux: Do you investigate many sexual crimes?
Wes Block: Why?
Beryl Thibodeaux: I was wondering if they've had any... effect on you.
Wes Block: Well, they did make me want to treat my wife a little more tenderly.
Beryl Thibodeaux: How did she respond?
Wes Block: She said she wasn't interested in tenderness.
Wes Block: Twenty-eight years ago I borrowed 40 dollars from my father, packed up an old, beat up suitcase, took a bus and came here. I was seventeen at the time. While I walked through the French Quarter, I looked out over the Mississippi and swore I'd never leave.
Beryl Thibodeaux: Ever come close?
Wes Block: Only once. When I looked down and saw that the suitcase was missing.
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