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L.A. Confidential (1997)

Dudley Smith: Go back to Jersey, Sonny. This is the City of the Angels and you haven't got any wings.

Captain Dudley Smith: Don't start tryin' to do the right thing, boy-o. You haven't the practice.

Captain Dudley Smith: I doubt you've ever taken a stupid breath. Don't start now.

Captain Dudley Smith: Our justice must be swift and merciless.

Bud White: The Night Owl case made you. Do you want to tear all that down? Ed Exley: With a wrecking ball. You want to help me swing it?

Captain Dudley Smith: I admire you as a policeman, particularly your adherence to violence as a necessary adjunct to the job.

Jack Vincennes: Oh, lookee here, the great jerk off case of 1953.

Captain Dudley Smith: I wouldn't trade places with Edmund Exley right now for all the whisky in Ireland.

Captain Dudley Smith: Wendell, I'd like full and docile co-operation on every topic.

Dick Stensland: We'll do the town one night on me. Bud White: I'll bring my wallet just in case.

Brett Chase: Excuse me, ma'am. Just the facts.

Captain Dudley Smith: You'll do as I say, and ask no questions. Do you follow my drift? Bud White: In technicolor, sir.

Dick Stensland: I got a hot date. Bud White: Yeah? Who is she and what did you arrest her for?

Ed Exley: I'm talking about the gas chamber, and you haven't even asked me what this is about. You've got a big "Guilty" sign around your neck.

Jack Vincennes: Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.

Jack Vincennes: Why don't you and I go someplace quiet cause I'd love to give you the low-down on Mitchum.

Jack Vincennes: Why in the world do you wanna go digging any deeper into the Nite Owl killings, Lieutenant? Ed Exley: Rollo Tomasi. Jack Vincennes: Is there more to that or am I supposed to guess?

Jack Vincennes: I'm the technical advisor. I teach Brett Chase how to walk and talk like a cop. Jack's Dancing Partner: Brett Chase doesn't walk and talk like you. Jack Vincennes: Well, that's 'cause he's the television version. America isn't ready for the real me.

Pierce Patchett: I use girls that look like movie stars. Sometimes I employ a plastic surgeon. When the work had been done, that's when you saw us. Bud White: That's why her mother couldn't I.D. her. Jesus fucking Christ. Pierce Patchett: No, Mr. White. Pierce Morehouse Patchett.

Ed Exley: Why did you become a cop? Jack Vincennes: I don't remember.

Ed Exley: I heard you like to shoot dogs. Ray Collins: Dogs got no reason to live.

[Dick Stensland arrives with liquor for a party.] Officer: What took you, Stensland? Dick Stensland: My partner stopped to help a damsel in distress. He's got his priorities all screwed up.

Bud White: I'd like to see you again. Lynn Bracken: Are you asking me for a date or an appointment? Bud White: I don't know. Lynn Bracken: Well if you're asking me for a date I should know your first name. Bud White: Forget I asked. It was a mistake.

Bud White: Merry Christmas. Lynn Bracken: Merry Christmas to you, officer. Bud White: That obvious, huh? Lynn Bracken: It's practically stamped on your forehead.

Lynn Bracken: There's blood on your shirt. Is that an integral part of your job? Bud White: Yeah. Lynn Bracken: Do you enjoy it? Bud White: When they deserve it. Lynn Bracken: Did they deserve it today? Bud White: I'm not sure. Lynn Bracken: But you did it anyway. Bud White: Yeah, just like the half dozen guys you screwed today. Lynn Bracken: Well, actually, it was only two.

Ed Exley: All I ever wanted was to measure up to my father. Bud White: Now's your chance. He died in the line of duty, didn't he?

Lynn Bracken: You say fuck a lot. Bud White: You fuck for money.

Sid Hudgeons: Off the record, on the QT, and very hush-hush.

Lynn: You're the first man in five years who didn't tell me I look like Veronica Lake inside of a minute. Bud White: You look better than Veronica Lake.

Lynn Bracken: I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can't hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he treats me like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money.

[Bud dunks the D.A.'s head in a toilet to make him talk.] Ellis Loew: Pull him off me, Exley! Ed Exley: I don't know how.

[Bud grabs Johnny Stompanato by the testicles to get him to talk.] Bud White: What do I get if I give you your balls back, you wop cocksucker?

[Exley has to perform the interrogation.] Jack Vincennes: Are you sure Golden Boy is up to the task, Cap? Capt. Dudley Smith: Oh, I think you'd be surprised what the lad is capable of.

[One of Lynn's clients refuses to leave. Bud White flashes his badge.] Bud White: LAPD, shitbird. Get the fuck outta here or I'll call your wife to come get you!

Sid Hudgens: "It's Christmas Eve in the City of Angels and while decent citizens sleep the sleep of the righteous, hopheads prowl for marijuana not knowing that a man is coming to stop them! Celebrity crimestopper Jack Vincennes, scourge of grasshoppers and dopefieds everywhere!" Ya like it, Jackie-Boy? Jack Vincennes: Yeah. Subtle.

Dudley Liam Smith: Hold up your badge, so they'll know you're a policeman.

Jack Vincennes: Karen, this is Sid Hudgens of Hush-Hush Magazine. Sid Hudgens: Hellooooo, Karen! Karen: Hello yourself! [walks off angrily] Jack Vincennes: What's with her? Sid Hudgens: Eh, we ran a piece last year, "Ingenue Dykes in Hollywood." Her name got mentioned.

Captain Dudley Smith: Have you a valediction, boy-o? Jack Vincennes: Rollo Tomasi.

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