'Psychotherapy' is a private, confidential conversation that has nothing to do with illness, medicine, or healing.
Captain Dudley Smith: Have you a valediction, boyo? Jack Vincennes: [gasping out a name] ... Rollo Tamasi.
Jack Vincennes: Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
Lynn Bracken: [to Ed] Fucking me and fucking Bud aren't the same thing, you know.
Ed Exley: [as Bud White is beating him up] Think, goddamn you, *think!*
Here we have a situation where a defendant in a case agrees to an interview with Dan Rather. It happened to be not confidential. But it was an interview with Dan Rather.
Classifications as Jokes Confidential: snickers Secret: guffaws Top Secret: full belly laughs Unclassified: uproarious laughter and applause
Captain Dudley Smith: [interrogation at the Victory Motel] Reciprocity, Mr. Hudgens, is the key to every relationship.
Sid Hudgens: [voiceover] Something has to be done, but nothing too original, because hey, this is Hollywood.
I sometimes rented a car and drove from event to event in Europe; a road trip was a great escape from the day-to-day anxieties of playing, and it kept me from getting too lost in the tournament fun house with its courtesy cars, caterers, locker room ...
I walk the beach to smile at other people and their busy children, trying to find another way to save the world.
Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans ... are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit.
Don’t confuse “strict confidentiality” with “keeping employees in the dark.” Private is useful. Secretive is deceptive.
Don't forget to wind the restricted clock and put the confidential cat out.
So what I was essentially doing was, I compromised the confidentiality of their proprietary software to advance my agenda of becoming the best at breaking through the lock.
Confidentially, the type of male I find most enjoyable for a friend is one who has enough fire and assurance to speak up for his convictions.
Captain Dudley Smith: I wouldn't trade places with Edmund Exley right now for all the whiskey in Ireland.
Captain Dudley Smith: Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Dick Stensland: You're like Santa Claus with that list, Bud, except everyone on it's been naughty.
Captain Dudley Smith: I admire you as a policeman - particularly your adherence to violence as a necessary adjunct to the job.
Captain Dudley Smith: Hold up your badge, so they'll know you're a policeman.
