[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 ^ ^ ^ ^