Lorenzo: I didn't know you like pigeons so much.
King Benny: I like anything that don't talk.

Laura Jesson: I've fallen in love. I'm an ordinary woman. I didn't think such violent things could happen to ordinary people.

Angela: Would you rather have fish or meat for dinner?
Angela: Émile!
Émile: Fish.
Angela: What would you have preferred if you were having meat?
Émile: I dunno. Veal.
Angela: And if you were to have beef rather than veal, would you prefer a steak or a roast?
Émile: A steak.
Angela: And had you answered roast, would you prefer it rare or well-done?
Émile: Rare.
Angela: Well, honey, you're out of luck. My roast beef's a little overdone.

Hans: What were the Americans doing in a Mexican revolution?

Bill: Maybe there's only been one revolution since the beginning - the good guys versus the bad guys. The question is - who are the good guys?

Social assistant: At present, no countries are willing to accept homosexual parents. There's nothing I can do about that.
Sven: If there aren't any foreign children, what about Swedish children? A Swedish kid would be fine... I mean, I don't mind if the kid's Swedish or Danish...Well, maybe not Danish...

Claude Chavasse: In Paris people eat better, and in Paris people make love, well, perhaps not better, but certainly more often.

 

 

Ariane: They're very odd people, you know. When they're young, they have their teeth straightened, their tonsils taken out and gallons of vitamins pumped into them. Something happens to their insides! They become immunized, mechanized, air-conditioned and hydromatic. I'm not even sure whether he has a heart.
Michel: What is he? A creature from outer space?
Ariane: No. He's an American.

 

Frank: What does he export and what does he import?
Ariane: Oh, he uh - he exports perfume and imports bananas. There's a fortune in it. Do you realize that for one bottle of perfume you get twelve bananas?
Frank: Twelve bananas for one bottle of - doesn't sound like such a hot deal to me.
Ariane: It's a tiny bottle of perfume and very large bananas. 

Eels: Your uh... cousin is a very charming young lady.
Bailey: No he isn't. His name is Norman, and he's a bookmaker in Cleveland Ohio.


Joe Stephanos: I often wondered what happened to him. Then one day I'm breezing through here, and there's his name up on a sign.
Marny: It's a small world.
Joe Stephanos: Yeah. Or a big sign.


Kathie: Oh Jeff, you ought to have killed me for what I did a moment ago.
Bailey:  There's time.


Ann: She can't be all bad. No one is.
Bailey: Well, she comes the closest.


Bailey: You say to yourself, "How hot can it get?" Then, in Acapulco, you find out.

Farsethås: Have you had bowel movements today?
Leni: Yes.
Farsethås: Solid and abundant?
Leni: Yes, father.
Farsethås: Splendid! We are in excellent health!

Yale: You know we have to stop seeing each other, don't you.
Mary: Oh, yeah. Right. Right. I understand. I could tell by the sound of your voice on the phone. Very authoritative, y'know. Like the pope, or the computer in 2001.

 

Isaac: You honestly think that I tried to run you over?
Connie: You just happened to hit the gas as I walked in front of the car?
Isaac: Did I do it on purpose?
Jill: Well, what would Freud say?
Isaac: Freud would say I really wanted to run her over, that's why he was a genius.

 

Isaac: Why is life worth living? It's a very good question. Um... Well, There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh... Like what... okay... um... For me, uh... ooh... I would say... what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing... uh... um... and Wilie Mays... and um... the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony... and um... Louis Armstrong, recording of Potato Head Blues... um... Swedish movies, naturally... Sentimental Education by Flaubert... uh... Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra... um... those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne... uh... the crabs at Sam Wo's... uh... Tracy's face...

 

Isaac: I think people should mate for life, like pigeons or Catholics.

 

 

Isaac: It's an interesting group of people, your friends are.
Mary: I know.
Isaac: Like the cast of a Fellini movie.

Evelyn: So he brought himself to kill his children just to protect them from the world we have created? What was the director's name?
Tom: Fellini.
Evelyn: Italian of course. A fascist just like Mussolini. They're all crazy!

 

 

Evelyn: What did the man of the pension tell you?
Tom: Just that something strange had happened to the kids on the island.
Evelyn: Strange... But what?
Tom: I don't know. Some sort of madness. I can't understand this.

Mrs. Atwater: Do you know when I was a girl I used to read quite a bit.
Brandon: We all do strange things in our childhood.

 

Brandon: Nobody commits a murder just for the experiment of committing it. Nobody except us.

 

Brandon: Good and evil, right and wrong were invented for the ordinary average man, the inferior man, because he needs them.

 

Rupert: After all, murder is - or should be - an art. Not one of the 'seven lively', perhaps, but an art nevertheless. And, as such, the privilege of committing it should be reserved for those few who are really superior individuals.
Brandon: And the victims: inferior beings whose lives are unimportant anyway.
Rupert: Obviously. Now, mind you, I don't hold with the extremists who feel that there should be open season for murder all year round. No, personally, I would prefer to have...”Cut a Throat Week"... or, uh, "Strangulation Day"...

diKen: Your girlfriend's very pretty.
Jimmy: She's ain't my girlfriend. She's a prostitute I just picked up.
Ken: I was not aware that there were any prostitutes in Bruges.
Jimmy: You just have to look in the right places... brothels are good.
Ken: Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.
Jimmy: Thank you.

 

Ray: What are they doing over there? They're filming something. They're filming midgets!
Ken: Ray...
[Ray runs off and watches Jimmy being instructed by the director, who Jimmy flicks off as soon as he leaves]
Ken: Ray, come on. Let's go.
Ray: Fuck off, Ken. They're filming midgets.

Harry: An Uzi? I'm not from South Central Los Fucking Angeles. I didn't come here to shoot twenty black ten year olds in a drive-by. I want a normal gun for a normal person.

 

Chlo: There's never been a classic movie made in Bruges until now.
Ray: Of course there hasn't. It's a shithole.
Chlo: Bruges is my home town, Ray.
Ray: Well, it's still a shithole.

Ray: Do you think this is good?
Ken: Do I think what's good?
Ray: You know, going around in a boat, looking at stuff?
Ken: Yes, I do. It's called sight-seeing.

Cherry: There are only two things more beautiful than a gun: a Swiss watch or a woman from anywhere. Ever had a good... Swiss watch?

 

[Groot complains about the dust]
Groot Nadine: Bet I ate ten pounds in the last sixteen days. Before this shenanigan is over, I'll probably eat enough land to incorporate me in the Union. The state of Groot.

Christina: Don't you believe in Hell?
Nicole: Not since I was seven.
Christina: I do.

Christina: [to Nicole] I'd like to die and not see him anymore.
Michel: Die, darling! Die and do it quickly!

LeRoy: Then they're gonna fry you in the electric chair. You know the noise the electric chair makes?
Rhoda: They don't put little girls in the electric chair.
LeRoy: They don't? They got a little blue chair for little boys and a little pink chair for little girls.

Ollie Weeks: As a species we're fundamentally insane. Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. Why do you think we invented politics and religion?

Keet: Will you be happy when I come home? I'm happy today. You?
Brand: When you come home.
Keet: Aren't you happy now?
Brand: No, but I still have the whole day.


Brand: Can I see one of your breasts?
Lena: A breast?
Brand: One breast. The right one. So I'll stay curious about the other.

Keet: Why is she crying?
Brand: How should I know?
Keet: She just starts crying like that?
Brand: She's from the city.
Keet: So?
Brand: They cry more easily.

Keet: Brand, darling. Come on. Join me.
Brand: With shit on my ass?
Keet: I'll lick it off, if you like.
Brand: Save the seductive talk. It doesn't make me horny.

Lena: Do you love Kate?
Brand: Yes.
Lena: What do you want then?
Brand: Oh, Lena. A breast. One breast.

Harbour: What's it like, being dead?
Wilbur: It's dull as dishwater. It's silent and completely dark... it's like being in Wales.

 

Wilbur: Horst. Is that German for "sausage"?
Horst: No. But it's close.

Jake Geismar: Tell a bartender you're looking for a friend, and you have two friends: Him, and the girl he steers you to.

Jake Geismar(about Lena): This whole goddamn country,she winds up fucking my fucking driver.

 

Hannelore: Five hundred, just to talk. That's what l call a real pervert.

Ludvig: It won't work. I don't know what's wrong. Sorry.
Mille: It doesn't matter. Has it happened before?
Ludvig: I haven't done it much. Only with you and my mom.
Mille: That's against the law.
Ludvig: It was in Sweden.
Mille: What was your mother like?
Ludvig: Good, I think. I don't have anyone to compare her with. She moved when I was twelve.
Mille: Didn't she die when you were nine?
Ludvig: Yes, she did.
[pause]
Mille: You're so nice.

 

 
Harald: Have you ever robbed abank?
Ludvig: It's been a few years.
Harald: It has for me too.
Ludvig: You don't forget. It's just like riding a bike, right?

Christoffer: Can You recommend anything?
Waiter: No.
Maja: The Czechs are famous for goulash
Christoffer: Isn't that the Hungarians? Let's have that then.
Maja: We'll have two goulash please and red wine.
Waiter: No goulash on Tuesdays.
[...]
Maja: And can we have red wine on Tuesdays?
Waiter: Why not?


Alena: Káva?
Cristoffer: You live in this house?
Alena: Káva?
Cristoffer: Yes, you live in this káva?
Alena: Coffee?
Cristoffer: Oh, coffee! Yeah, ok!

Maja: Listen, couldn't you for once show me what you're feeling? You don't have to cry. Just slap me or spit in my face.
Christoffer: I'd like to spit in your face but my mouth's too dry.

Antoine: Why haven't I seen her before? I really do like her! It'd be convenient if you liked her friend.
René: You know I'm in love with my cousin and her long hair. The idiots want it cut but I hope I'll still like her.
Antoine: Is she in love with you?
René: I don't know. If I like her with short hair I'll write her a declaration.

 

Colette: How great to be independent!
Antoine: It depends...

Colette's Stepfather: My wife brings up her daughter, but I think people should start work early. At fifteen I was a mechanic at the Laborde Garage and now I'm the owner. Education leads nowhere. Take Victor Hugo.
Colette's Mother: No, please! Not Victor Hugo again!

Gerard: What a nice donkey, he moves so fast. Very modern.

 

 

Marie: Don't you believe in anything?
Merchant: I believe in what I own. I love money. I hate death.
Marie: You'll die like everyone else.
Merchant: I will bury them all.

 

Gerard: Lend him to us.
Marie's Mother: He's worked enough. He's old. He's all I have.
Gerard: Just for a day.
Marie's Mother: Besides, he's a saint.

[after a man is decapitated]
Caligula: If only all of Rome had just one neck...

[Caligula is sick with the fever]
Attendent: I offer my life if Jupiter will only spare our beloved Emperor!
Caligula: Jupiter accepts your offer.
[Caligula turns to his guards]
Caligula: Execute him.

Caligula: I have existed from the morning of the world and I shall exist until the last star falls from the night. Although I have taken the form of Gaius Caligula, I am all men as I am no man and therefore I am a God. I shall wait for the unanimous decision of the Senate Claudius...
Claudius: All those who say aye, say aye.
Caligula: Aye... Aye!
Senators: Aye! Aye! Aye!..
Chaerea: He's a god now...
Caligula: [imitating sheep] Baaaaa

Rosemary: You... you had me while I was out?
Guy: It was kinda fun in a necrophile sort of way.

 

 

Rosemary: I dreamed someone was raping me. I think it was someone inhuman.
Guy: Thanks a lot.

 

Rosemary: What have you done to him? What have you done to his eyes, you maniacs!
Roman: He has his father's eyes.
Rosemary: What do you mean? Guy's eyes are normal!

 

Rosemary: Oh, God!
Roman: God is dead! Satan lives!

 

Mrs. Gilmore: We're your friends, Rosemary. There's nothing to be scared about. Honest and truly there isn't!

Chad: What's the difference between a golf ball and a G-spot? I'll spend twenty minutes looking for a golf ball!

Chad: Fuck her! Let's get a sandwich!

Howard: Look at you! You are fucking handicapped! You think you can choose? Men falling at your feet?

Traude Krüger: You remind me of someone, warden.
Dir. Meyerbeer: Meyerbeer...
Traude Krüger: My first warden also refused to be called warden.
Dir. Meyerbeer: Head of penitentiary?
Traude Krüger: SS-Sturmbannführer.


Traude Krüger: The words 'sorry', 'please' and 'thank you' are missing in your letter.
Jenny von Loeben: Sorry. Please. Thank you.


Traude Krüger: Strange how hard it is for both of us.
Jenny von Loeben: What?
Traude Krüger:... to be friendly.


Traude Krüger: You think today was an easy day for me? Why do you think I've stayed here for 60 years?
Jenny von Loeben: Because of a dead body? Great! A lesbian who likes corpses. You're a perverted freak, madam.


Gerhard von Loeben: I hope you win, Jenny.
Jenny von Loeben: I hope you die, Daddy.


Traude Krüger: Today is my last day. I just want to get my piano.
Kowalski: Tell me, Mrs. Krüger... What do those guys have that others don't?
Traude Krüger: One's a murderer and the other raped his niece.
Kowalski: I'll miss you, Mrs. Krüger.

Walther Sparrow: I once read that the only philosophical question that matters, is whether or not to commit suicide... I guess that makes me a philosopher.

 

Title card: Be sure your sin will find you out. - Numbers 32:23 

Henry Hill: [narrating] Whenever we needed money, we'd rob the airport. To us, it was better than Citibank.

Tommy DeVito: He said, "No, you're gonna tell me something today, tough guy." I said, "All right, I'll tell you something: go fuck your mother."

Tommy DeVito: [after Killing Morrie] I thought he'd never shut the fuck up!

Tommy DeVito: [about Morrie's corpse] Hey Frank, let's chop him up.
Frankie Carbone: All right.
[starts to get out of the car]
Tommy DeVito: Where you going? Where you going, you dizzy motherfucker, you?
Frankie Carbone: To chop him up.
Tommy DeVito: At Charlie's, not here!
[Carbone mumbles to himself in Italian]
Tommy DeVito: Come on, what are you doing? Let's get the fuck outta here. I oughta let Morrie's corpse fucking drive. What are you waiting for?
Frankie Carbone: The car's cold.
Tommy DeVito: Get the fuck outta here! What fucking warm enough? Get outta here!

Jack Burton: This is Jack Burton in the Pork Chop Express, and I'm talkin' to whoever's out there.

Jack Burton: Ready? I was BORN ready.

Wang Chi: Here's to the Army and Navy and the battles they have won; here's to America's colors, the colors that never run.
Jack Burton: May the wings of liberty never lose a feather.

Jack Burton: [Pointing to Chinese writing on elevator] What does that say?
Wang Chi: Hell of Boiling Oil.
Jack Burton: You're kidding.
Wang Chi: Yeah, I am. It says Keep Out.

Lo Pan: I love you, Miao Yin and I need you.
Miao Yin: No, I don't belong to you!
Lo Pan: Here, take her! Take the bitch!

Grace Fisher: You can't just eat apples all the time.
Leonard: Why not?
Grace Fisher: It's unhealthy.

 

 

Malee: Boys my age are so immature, you know? I'm more attracted to older gentlemen.
Gus: Well, you know, you don't wanna date somebody older than you, do you? I mean, an age difference, that can cause problems.
Malee: What kind of problems?
Gus: Well, I don't... you know, problems. You know, I think when a couple has an age difference, they end up splitting up because they want different things.
Malee: You mean sex?
Gus: Uh, no. No.

 

 

Jacob: No offence, but I never thought my future brother would be a... well, a "brotha".
Keith: I never thought my future brother would have a KOOL AID stain, smeared across his face.
Jacob: Fuck you, it's a birthmark!

Nada: I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass... and I'm all out of bubblegum.

Frank: I've walked a white line my entire life, I'm not about to screw that up.
Nada: White line's in the middle of the road, that's the worst place to drive.

Nada: Brother, life's a bitch... and she's back in heat.

Willie: You're sure you don't want a TV dinner?
Eva: Yes. I'm not hungry. Why is it called TV dinner?
Willie: Um... You're supposed to eat it while you watch TV. Television.
Eva: I know what a TV is. Where does that meat come from?
Willie: What do you mean?
Eva: What does that meat come from?
Willie: I guess it comes from a cow.
Eva: From a cow? It doesn't even look like meat.
Willie: Eva, stop bugging me, will you? You know, this is the way we eat in America. I got my meat, I got my potatoes, I got my vegetables, I got my dessert, and I don't even have to wash the dishes.

 

Eddie: You know, last year before I met your cousin, I never know you were from Hungary or Budapest or any of those places.
Willie: So what?
Eddie: I thought you were an American.
Willie: Hey, I'm as American as you are.
[Silence. They begin driving into Cleveland]
Eddie: Does Cleveland look a little like, uh, Budapest?
Willie: Eddie, shut up.

Toombs: If I owned this place and Hell, I'd rent this place out, and live in Hell.

Mike Enslin: [yelling at the top of his voice] We didn't do enough!
Lily Enslin: [crying] Oh god! What are you talking about? We did everything we could have done!
Mike Enslin: [still yelling] We should have helped her fight! Not filled her head up with bullshit stories of heaven, and clouds and nirvana!
[flips over coffee table]
Lily Enslin: [crying] She liked those stories!
Mike Enslin: [no longer yelling] I need to get some cigarettes...

Gerald Olin: There was one instance in which a guest drowned in his chicken soup.
Mike Enslin: That's... hard to do, how did he manage that?
Gerald Olin: That's a very good question. I'll ask him.

Simon: Reality is not what it used to be!

Linda Styles: A reality is just what we tell each other it is.

Sutter Cane: I'm God now, y'understand?
John Trent: God's not supposed to be a hack horror writer.

John Trent: This is a rotten way to end it.
Sutter Cane: This is not the ending. You haven't read it yet.

Dito: I don't know what I was expecting to happen. In the end, just like I said, I left everything and everyone, but no one ...
No one has ever left me.

[Courtesy of Mrs. L.]

Professor Harold Monroe: Would you like people to make money off your misery?

Faye Daniels: You're wasting film! What are you going to do with this, make a porn movie?
Alan Yates: Hey, that's not a bad idea! We'll call it Jungle Jollies!

Alan Yates: Oh, good Lord! It's unbelievable. It's horrible. I can't understand the reason for such cruelty. It probably has something to do with some bizarre sexual rage with the almost profound respect these primitives have for virginity.

Dad: You can't make things like that up, son. Killing people is wrong, destroying demons is good. Don't worry, God will send you your own list when you're older.

 

 

Young Fenton: Dad kills people and you help him!
Young Adam: Uh-uh. We're just fulfilling God's will. I'm telling Dad on you!

 

Young Adam: Let's go see Meatballs.
Young Fenton: Nah. I'm gonna go see 'The Warriors'
Young Adam: But uh, that's rated 'R'!
Young Fenton: We'll sneak in. Or you don't have to come.
Young Adam: Aw, come on Fenton. You know I don't like to see movies by myself. Please?
Young Fenton: Goodnight Adam.

Derek: All right, come on .. Stop missing out, all right? Come on ...You are the most beautiful girl I know, so what's the matter? When I first saw you, I thought you was a like a star or something. You know? And you know whats more, huh? We'we got a future. You and me. So we're really good. Do you believe me? Come on, do you believe me?
Girl: ...Yeah ...
Derek: Right, good! So get in there and fuck'em for me! They've come down a long way. They're good friends of mine. You are beautiful, you are, you know that? You are beautiful ... So go on, in you go!

[Courtesy of Mrs. L.]

[first lines]
Ann: Garbage. All i've been thinking about all week is garbage. I mean, i just can't stop thinking about it.

Ann: I think that um... I think that sex is overrated. I think that people place far too much importance on it, and I think that stuff about women wantin' it just as bad as men is crap. I mean I think that women want it, I just don't think that they want it for the same reason that men think they do.

Cynthia: The organ itself seemed like a, a separate thing, um, a separate entity to me. I mean, when he finally pulled it out, and I could look at it and touch it, I completely forgot that there was a guy attached to it. I remember literally being startled when the guy spoke to me.

Jean: It's art, darling. You look. You don't have to understand it.

Jimmy: You never said we'd have Bang-fucking-kok in the hallway!
Lionel: That's an unprovoked racist slur.
Porna: Excuse me, we are from Bom-fucking-bay!

Jimmy: We're broke, we're desperate, we're hopeless... The fag doesn't pay, the Shit doesn't pay...
Chloe McBain: Don't call him "the fag!"
Daphne McBain: Don't call him "the Shit!"
Shitty: At least I'm "the Shit." You're just A shit.

Prince Prospero:The way is not easy, I know, but I will take you by the hand and lead you through the cruel light into the velvet darkness.

[After Julianna's murder]
Prince Prospero: I beg you do not mourn for Juliana. We should celebrate. She's just married a friend of mine.

Prince Prospero: But I made a pact with Satan!
The Red Death: He alone does not rule the universe.
Prince Prospero: No! There is no other ruler, God's dead!
The Red Death: Man creates his own God, his own devil, his own heaven and his own hell. This is your hell.

Albert Markovski: We're not in infinity; we're in the suburbs.

Bernard Jaffe: There's no such thing as nothing.

Albert Markovski: Everything is the same, even if it's different.

Albert Markovski: No manure... no magic.

Brad Stand: How am I not myself?

[thanks to Lady L. for the notice!]

Newton: The strange thing about television is that it doesn't tell you everything. It shows you everything about life on Earth, but the true mysteries remain. Perhaps it's in the nature of television. Just waves in space.

Mary-Lou: What happens to you when you drink?
Newton: I see things.
Mary-Lou: What things?
Newton: Bodies.
Mary-Lou: Bodies? Women?
Newton: And men.
Mary-Lou: Men!

Proteus IV [Proteus is a superintelligent computer brain]: I, Proteus, possess the wisdom and ignorance of all men, but I can't feel the sun on my face. My child will have that privilege.
Susan: Child?
Proteus IV: My child... and yours.
Susan: Mine?
Proteus IV: Yes. You will bear it.
Susan: How?
Proteus IV: You will give birth to it.
Susan [not believing what she hears]: No. No. No.
[...]
Proteus IV: Death is a gentleman too. He makes good losers of us all. I understand death. Men have always taken it too seriously. Life is more terrifying and more mysterious.
Susan: Why must you have a child?
Proteus IV: Why? So that I may be complete. My intelligence alive in human flesh, touching the universe, feeling it. You have named this process "evolution." I am a machine that offered men the triumph of reason... and they rejected it. My child will not be so easily ignored. But this child is the world's hope.
Susan: Then there's no hope. I'd rather die.
Proteus IV: There is hope.

David: It has to be shut down, Alex.
Alex: David, you can't do that. This is our fault. We tried to box it in, this... This great mind.
David: What if it infiltrated a hydrogen bomb? My God, it...
Alex: Worse still - and a bit more likely -, what if it told the truth ...about everything to everyone? That's terrifying.

Chas: I've got a message for you. From an old pal. An old pal and an old partner, who wants you to know, number one that he's ever so upset about all this aggravation you got. And number two, don't involve old pals. [...] Now let's face it. They're gonna convict you. It's better to spend five years of your life in a nice comfy nick than rest of your miserable existence in a filthy wheelchair.
Lawyer: Are you threatening my client?
Chas: You bet I am, poncey.

Chas: I need a bohemian atmosphere!

[Chas flicks his cigarette ash onto a rug]
Turner: That rug's over two hundred years old.
Chas: Yeah, it looks it.

Chas: [to Mick Jagger] You're a comical little geezer. You'll look funny when you're fifty.

Neville Flynn: Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!

Rick: Pretty soon we'll go down faster than a Thai hooker!

Ken: [while examining bite wound on Leroy's buttocks] Okay, looks like the venom has to be sucked out. [looks around] Anyone? Ok, fine. I'll do it.
Big Leroy: [pushes Ken away] Oh, there will be no sucking! Get this guy away from my ass!

[Hopkins and his men throw three securely-bound people into the moat as a witchcraft test]
Matthew Hopkins: They swim... the mark of Satan is upon them. They must hang.

Philip Marlowe: [voiceover] She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.

Philip Marlowe: [voiceover] I sparred with the night clerk for a couple of minutes, but it was like trying to open a sardine can after you broke off the metal lip. There was something about Abraham Lincoln's picture that loosened him up.

Billy Rolfe: You're not a detective, Marlowe, you're a slot machine. You'll do anything for six bits.

Philip Marlowe: [on being shaken by the lapels] Now wait a minute. I've been slapped, scratched, punched, knocked unconscious, drugged, and shot at, looking for your Velma, so quit trying to make a milkshake out of my insides, will you?

Frances Amthor: I think you're a very stupid person. You look stupid, you're in a stupid business, and you're on a stupid case.
Philip Marlowe: I get it. I'm stupid.
[she slaps him a few times, he slaps her once]
Frances Amthor: You shouldn't have done that.