[after a battered crook has accused Harry of beating him]
Chief: Have you been following that man?
Harry Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him.
Chief: How?
Harry Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that's how!
Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
Lieutenant Briggs: Suppose they panic and start shooting?
Harry Callahan: Nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot
Infirmary Doctor: [stitching up Harry's head] Sure you don't want a local for this, Harry? Takes about seven stitches.
Harry Callahan: No, thanks.
Infirmary Doctor: Ok, it's your ass...
Harry Callahan: My head, the cut's on my head.
Sunny: What does a girl have to do to go to bed with you?
Harry Callahan: [after a pause] Try knocking on the door.
Mayor: All right, let's have it.
Callahan: Have what?
Mayor: Your report. What have you been doing?
Callahan: Oh, well for the past three quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on you.
Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor you're talking to! ...
ALL OF THOSE FROM THE DIRTY HARRY SERIES ^ ^ ^ ^
From Watchmen:
"I'm not Locked in here with you, You're locked in here with me"
"Men go to jail, Dogs get put down"
From The Departed:
Queenan: You work hard. You rise fast.
Dignam: Like a twelve year-old's dick.
Sullivan: Thank you, Sergeant.
Dignam: My Pleasure.
Dignam: This is unbelievable. Who put the ****in' cameras in this place?
Police Camera Tech: Who the **** are you?
Dignam: I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.
Colin Sullivan: Problem?
Dignam: Yeah, I got a problem. I run rat ****s like you, okay? I don't like 'em.
Colin Sullivan: The day you wouldn't take a promotion, let me know. And if you'd taken care of this, I wouldn't even be here.
Dignam: **** yourself, you piece of ****.
Colin Sullivan: And I'm gonna need the identity of your undercovers.
Dignam: Blow me, all right? But not literally, though. Unfortunately, there's no promotion involved for you.
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