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.
