[last lines] Lynn Bracken: Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona. [She kisses Exley on the cheek] Lynn Bracken: Bye. Ed Exley: Bye.
Lynn Bracken: I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can't hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he treats me like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money.
Captain Dudley Smith: I wouldn't trade places with Edmund Exley right now for all the whiskey in Ireland.
Captain Dudley Smith: Have you a valediction, boyo? Jack Vincennes: [gasping out a name] ... Rollo Tamasi.
Lynn Bracken: You say "fuck" a lot. Bud White: You fuck for money.
Jack Vincennes: I'm the technical advisor. I teach Brett Chase how to walk and talk like a cop. Jack's Dancing Partner: Brett Chase doesn't walk and talk like you. Jack Vincennes: Well, that's 'cause he's the television version. America isn't ready f...
Bud White: I'd like to see you again. Lynn Bracken: Are you asking me for a date, or an appointment? Bud White: ...I don't know. Lynn Bracken: Well, if you're asking me for a date, I should know your first name. Bud White: [embarrassed] Forget I aske...
Captain Dudley Smith: Edmund, you're a political animal. You have the eye for human weakness, but not the stomach. Ed Exley: You're wrong, sir. Captain Dudley Smith: Would you be willing to plant corroborative evidence on a suspect you knew to be gui...
Captain Dudley Smith: You'll do as I say, and ask no questions. Do you follow my drift? Bud White: In technicolor, sir.
Bud White: Merry Christmas. Lynn Bracken: Merry Christmas to you, officer. Bud White: That obvious, huh? Lynn Bracken: It's practically stamped on your forehead.
Captain Dudley Smith: Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
City Councilman: [told by Bud to leave Lynn's house] Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. Bud White: [flashes his badge] LAPD, shitbird. Get the fuck outta here or I'll call your wife to come get you! [while Lynn hides a smile, the client gathers up his clot...
Bud White: Something's wrong with the Nite Owl. I know it in here, [points to his chest] Bud White: I know it. That prick Exley shot the wrong guys. Whoever killed my partner, is still out there. I... If I could work cases like a real detective, I co...
Johnny Stompanato: You want an autograph? Write to MGM. Ed Exley: Since when do two-bit hoods and hookers give out autographs? Johnny Stompanato: What'd you say to me? Ed Exley: LAPD. Sit down. Lana Turner: Who in the hell do you think you are? Jack ...
Lynn Bracken: You're the first man in five years who didn't tell me I look like Veronica Lake inside of a minute. Bud White: You look better than Veronica Lake.
Ed Exley: All I ever wanted was to measure up to my father. Bud White: Now's your chance. Bud White: [after Exley gives him a puzzled look] He died in the line of duty, didn't he?
Sid Hudgens: Off the record, on the QT, and very hush-hush.
[White approaches Loew in the bathroom, after he refused to answer Exley's questions] Ellis Loew: Unless you came in here to wipe my ass, I believe we're through. [White looks at him, silently] Ellis Loew: Come on, don't try this "Good Cop-Bad Cop" c...
