Many company policies restrict use of E-mail, limit access to offensive Web sites and prohibit disclosure of confidential information. Few policies, if any, directly address personal Web pages.
Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close to their hearts, she could do no less.
Police forces collect information to be used in a public court to get people convicted. Security services gather information that does not necessarily lead to people being prosecuted and in many cases needs to remain confidential.
Of what use are all the codes in the world, if by means of confidential reports, if for trifling reasons, if through anonymous traitors any honest citizen may be exiled or banished without a hearing, without a trial?
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.
Sid Hudgens: Are you tight with the DA, Jackie? Jack Vincennes: Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. He tried to throw me off the force last Christmas as a little joke.
Bud White: The Nite Owl case made you. Do you want to tear all that down? Ed Exley: With a wrecking ball... You want to help me swing it?
[Bud grabs Johnny Stompanato by the testicles to get him to talk] Bud White: What do I get if I give you your balls back, you wop cocksucker?
Ed Exley: I'm talking about the gas chamber, and you haven't even asked me what this is about. You've got a big "Guilty" sign around your neck.
Sid Hudgens: Get me some narco skinny. I want to do an all-hophead issue. You know, schwartze jazz musicians and movie stars. You like it?
Captain Dudley Smith: You're a bit of a puzzlement to me these days, Wendell. You don't seem to be your old cruel self anymore. And I had such grand plans for your future.
Iris Henderson: You're the most contemptible person I've ever met in all my life! Gilbert: Confidentially, I think you're a bit of a stinker, too.
Blacksmith Plog: Hey Jöns, purely confidential, isn't life quite...? Jöns: [interrupts Plog] Yes, it is... but don't think about that now. Blacksmith Plog: [to himself] It's ludicrous, that's what it is.
One common puzzle for the security-minded is how to work with confidential data on the road. Sometimes you can't bring your laptop, or don't want to. But working on somebody else's machine exposes you to malware and leaves behind all kinds of electro...
When I was writing 'Kitchen Confidential,' I was in my 40s, I had never paid rent on time, I was 10 years behind on my taxes, I had never owned my own furniture or a car.
Although 'L.A. Confidential' is a long movie, there's never a moment when you think, 'I'm loving this... but when's dinner?' Each time I see it, I discover something I hadn't noticed before. It has a tremendous skill in developing all the subplots.
[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: 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.
Captain Dudley Smith: Don't start tryin' to do the right thing, boy-o. You haven't the practice.
[Exley has to perform the interrogation] Jack Vincennes: Are you sure Golden Boy is up to the task, Cap? Captain Dudley Smith: Oh, I think you'd be surprised what the lad is capable of.
[Dick Stensland arrives with liquor for a party] Officer: What took you, Stensland? Dick Stensland: My partner stopped to help a damsel in distress. He's got his priorities all screwed up.
