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.
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...
Sid Hudgens: 'It's Christmas Eve in the City of Angels and while decent citizens sleep the sleep of the righteous, hopheads prowl for marijuana, not knowing that a man is coming to stop them! Celebrity crimestopper Jack Vincennes, scourge of grasshop...
Ïf ye've ever the privelege of seeing a woman in her skin, gentlemen,"he said, looking over his shoulder toward the door and lowering his voice confidentially, ÿe'll observe that the hair there grows in the shape of an arrow - pointing the way, ye ...
Jack Vincennes: Karen, this is Sid Hudgens of Hush-Hush Magazine. Sid Hudgens: Hellooooo, Karen! Jack's Dancing Partner: Hello yourself! [walks off angrily] Jack Vincennes: What's that about? Sid Hudgens: Eh, we ran a piece last year, "Ingenue Dykes ...
Right then, in a nutshell: this one hasn't a single bone of obedient-little-wife material in her heavenly body.' 'Hasn't she? Then what kind of bone does your expertise detect?' Fermin came closer, adopting a confidential tone. 'The passionate kind,'...
Richard Blaney: [entering hotel room with Babs] The "Cupid Room", I think she called it. Hotel porter: Mm, love's little arrows have struck quite a few hearts in there, sir, I can tell you. Richard Blaney: Oh yeah? Hotel porter: [confidentially] Can ...
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...
Pierce Patchett: I use girls that look like movie stars. Sometimes I employ a plastic surgeon. When the work had been done, that's when you saw us. Bud White: That's why her mother couldn't I.D. her. Jesus fucking Christ. Pierce Patchett: No, Mr. Whi...
Idi Amin: I am ashamed that you saw me like that. I was frightened. Nicholas Garrigan: I'm a doctor. Everything that passes between us is confidential. Ok? I've taken an oath. Idi Amin: But a man that shows fear... he is weak, and he is a slave. Nich...
Do you know what she did today?" He leaned confidentially across the table, pointing at the dishes in the sink. "She went to the market and left all the breakfast dishes there and said she'd do them later. I know what she wanted. She expected me to d...
There's something I gotta tell you," he said in a confidential tone as he leaned toward her. His face was close to hers, too close. He was making her uncomfortable again, as he no doubt intended. That notion stiffened her spine. "What?" she all but s...
Bud White: Bullshit. How would a two-bit hick like Meeks get his hands on a large supply of heroin? Johnny Stompanato: You're right, it's probably bullshit. Even if he did, he could never unload it. Not without drawing all kinds of attention. Bud Whi...
Lynn Bracken: There's blood on your jacket. Is that an integral part of your job? Bud White: Sometimes. Lynn Bracken: Do you enjoy it? Bud White: When they deserve it. Lynn Bracken: Did they today? Bud White: I don't know. Lynn Bracken: But you did i...
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...
[first lines] Sid Hudgens: [voiceover] Come to Los Angeles! The sun shines bright, the beaches are wide and inviting, and the orange groves stretch as far as the eye can see. There are jobs aplenty, and land is cheap. Every working man can have his o...
[White catches a parolee beating his wife] Wife Beater: Who in the hell are you? Bud White: The ghost of Christmas past. Why don't you dance with a man for a change? Wife Beater: What are you, some kind of smart ass? [tries to attack Bud] Bud White: ...
But the lie had to be a good one, because if your lie is badly done it makes everyone feel wretched, liar and lied-to alike plunged into the deepest lackadaisy, and everyone just feels like going into the other room and drinking a glass of water, or ...
[lying in bed, Lynn touches a scar on Bud's shoulder] Lynn Bracken: Where'd this come from? Bud White: When I was twelve, my old man went after my mother with a bottle. I got in the way. Lynn Bracken: You saved her. Bud White: ...Not for long. Lynn B...
Many professionals have to sign gagging clauses or face the sack if they speak out. The social worker and therapist was familiar with the scare that revelation brings to the survivor. […] We are in this story. It isn't ours, but we are in it noneth...
