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Get Shorty (1995)

Ray Bones: They say the fucking smog is the fucking reason you have such beautiful fucking sunsets.

Chili Palmer: I'm not going to say anymore than I have to, if that.

Harry Zimm: I once asked this literary agent what writing paid the best, and he said, "ransom notes."

Bo Catlett: What is the point of living in L.A. if you're not in the movie business?

Chili Palmer: What is this? Rental Car Attendant: An Oldsmobile Silhouette. Chili Palmer: I reserved a Cadillac. Rental Car Attendant: Yeah, well, this one's the Cadillac of minivans.

Harry Zimm: I said I'd think about it. In this town, what does that mean? Nothing!

Chili Palmer: I got an idea for a movie. Harry Zimm: Doesn't everybody?

[To the driver, as he gets into a cab.] Ray Barboni's Bodyguard: The fuckin' airport.

Chili Palmer: Whew, this movie business is tough. I might just have to go back to loan-sharking for a while to get some vacation.

Bobby: Mr. Barbone? Hi, my name's Bobby, I'll be your driver. How was your flight? Ray Barboni: Yeah? Well I hope you drive better than you fuckin spell, jack off. The name's Barboni, not Barbone!

Ray Barboni: I'm from Miami-fuckin'-Beach and you wanna show me the ocean, huh? And what about sun, does it ever shine around here, or is this smog around all the time? Bobby: They say the smog is the reason we have such beautiful sunsets. Ray Barboni: That's what they say, huh? What a bunch of fuckin bullshit.

Bo Catlett: Man, I can't wait for you to be dead.

Leo: But you don't even know where I'll be. I don't even know where I'll be. Chili: I'll find you, Leo. You leave a trail like a fucking caterpillar.

Nicky: How's Momo these days anyway? Chili: Dead.

Martin: And I'm wondering: how did it all slip away? Karen: Well, it didn't slip away, Martin. You did, when you went off to fuck Nicky at my birthday party. Martin: Yeah, that was a good party.

[After kissing Harry] Doris: Well, aren't you gonna offer me whatever it is you taste like?

Chili: How did you get in here? Ray Bones: It was easy. I told 'em I was you, I acted real stupid and they believed me.

Karen: "I'll think about it" means nothing in L.A...

Ray "Bones" Barboni: Let me explain something to you. Momo is dead. Which means everything he had now belongs to Jimmy Cap, including you. Which also means, when I speak, I speak for Jimmy. E.g., from now on, you start showing me the proper fuckin' respect. Chili Palmer: "E.g." means "for example". What I think you want to use is "i.e.". Ray "Bones" Barboni: Bullshit! That's short for "ergo". Chili Palmer: Ask your man. Bodyguard: To the best of my knowledge, "e.g." means "for example". Ray "Bones" Barboni: E.g., i.e., fuck you! The point is this: When I say "jump", you say "OK", okay?

Karen Flores: Weren't you scared back there? Chili Palmer: You bet. Karen Flores: You don't act like it. Chili Palmer: Well, I was scared then, but I'm not scared now. How long do you want me to be scared?

Bo Catlett: You think we watch any of your movies, Harry? I've seen better film on teeth.

Chili Palmer: I'm the guy who's telling you the way it is.

Ray Bones: Fuck you, fuckball.

Chili Palmer: Martin, look at me. Martin Weir: I'm looking at you Chili Palmer: No, look at me the way I'm looking at you.

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