Cop At Scene: Hey, Detective. Nice entrance. Graham: Fuck you. [to Detective Carr] Graham: Hey. Detective Carr: You okay? Graham: I'm freezing. Detective Carr: Shit. I heard it might snow. Graham: Get outta here. Detective Carr: That's what I heard. ...
[Cole Wilson, Conway Twill and Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett are sitting at John Dickinson's desk] Conway Twill: Hey Wilson, got any extra tobacco? [Cole looks at him and says nothing] Conway Twill: Uh. Of course, you wouldn't have any 'extra' tobacco. Ho...
Frank Costello: There is no need to remind you that if you don't find that cheese eating rat bastard in your department... it won't be me who suffers for it. Colin Sullivan: What I be any good at my job if I didn't fucking already know that? Frank Co...
First Man at Auto Shop: Here's where the infant's head went through the wind-shield. Three points. Man #2 at Auto Shop: The teenager's braces are still wrapped around the backseat ashtray. Might make a good anti-smoking ad. First Man at Auto Shop: Th...
Lionel Logue: [as Albert prepares to light a cigarette] Well, please, don't do that. King George VI: I'm sorry? Lionel Logue: I believe sucking smoke into your lungs will... will kill you. King George VI: My physicians said it relaxes the... the... t...
Giosué Orefice: Buttons and soap. Guido: What? Giosué Orefice: They turn us into buttons and soap. Guido: Who told you that? Giosué Orefice: An old man was crying. He said they turn us into buttons and soap. They burn us all up in ovens. Guido: Ho...
[a nightmare switches between a ladies' garden club and a Soviet/Chinese military hospital] Chairlady: You will notice that I have told them they may smoke. I've allowed my people to have a little fun in the selection of bizarre tobacco substitutes.....
Mr. Allen, Master: [after seeing that the Acheron is closing in on them] My God, what can we do? He has us by the hip. Capt. Jack Aubrey: Run like smoke and oakum. Mr. Allen, Master: We'll have to bend every sail. Capt. Jack Aubrey: We'll put up our ...
Foulfellow: [after drunkenly singing "Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee"] And the dummy fell for it. [laughs] Foulfellow: Hook, line and sinker! [laughs again] Gideon: [Dips a smoke-ring in his beer and takes a bite] Hiccup! Foulfellow: And he still thinks we're his...
Quentin: So... expelled? 'Young' Carl: That's right. Quentin: What for? 'Young' Carl: I suppose smoking was the clincher. Quentin: Drugs or cigarettes? 'Young' Carl: Well, both. Quentin: Well done! Proud of you. So your mum sent you here in the hope ...
James Cody: You know, you've got to hand it to the Mexicans when if comes to swift justice. Once the Federales get their mitts on a criminal, they know just what to do with him. They hand him a shovel, tell him where to dig, when he's dug deep enough...
Beeks: This is as far as we go. No more cockamamie cigar smoke. No more Swedish meatballs there, tootsie. And no more phony Irish whiskey. No more goddamn jerky beef! The party's over. Harvey: The party's over? Hey, come on! What do you mean, the par...
Polly Bailey: You didn't tell her about us, did you? Nick Naylor: Who? Heather? No!... I mean, maybe in passing. Polly Bailey: In passing. Bobby Jay Bliss: Oh God, he fucked her. I tried to warn you... Polly Bailey: Hey, he didn't fuck her. You didn'...
Bobby Jay Bliss: Did you know that you can fool the breathalizer test by chewing on activated charcoal tablets? Polly Bailey: Well, maybe we should change our slogan to "If you must drink and drive, suck charcoal." Nick Naylor: Won't the police ask a...
Nick Naylor: Right there, looking into Joey's eyes, it all came back in a rush. Why I do what I do. Defending the defenseless, protecting the disenfranchised corporations that have been abandoned by their very own consumers: the logger, the sweatshop...
Jack: Alright come here, this is my favourite part. That one right there... [points in pool of fish] Jack: It's 7000 dollars. Nick Naylor: 7000 for a fish? Jack: Yep, kinda makes you wanna stop eating sushi, but I guess you kinda have to. Jack: See t...
Nick Naylor: Bobby Jay works for S.A.F.E.T.Y., the Society for the Advancement of Firearms and Effective Training for Youth. After watching the footage of the Kent State shootings, Bobby Jay, then seventeen, signed up for the National Guard so that h...
Joey Naylor: Why are you hiding from everyone? Nick Naylor: It has something to do with being generally hated right now. Joey Naylor: But it's your job to be generally hated. Nick Naylor: It's more complicated then that, Joey. Joey Naylor: You're jus...
Joey Naylor: Do I have flexible morals? Nick Naylor: Let's say you became a lawyer and you were asked to defend a murderer worse than that, a child murderer now, the law states that every person deserves a fair trial, would you defend him? Joey Naylo...
General Sternwood: You may smoke, too. I can still enjoy the smell of it. Hum, nice state of affairs when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy. You're looking, sir, at a very dull survival of a very gaudy life, crippled, paralyzed in both legs, ba...
Happy? That doesn’t feel solid enough, somehow. Like it’s fleeting or transient, and whenever something crappy happens, it’s gone in a puff of smoke. I’m in love with someone I want to spend my life getting to know. He makes me feel safe and ...
