Doris Strelzyk: If you said the wrong thing, it could be very dangerous.
Etikettarkiv: Thriller
The Talented Mr. Ripley
Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.
I samlarens spår
Rhyme: There are five basic contaminants in a crime scene. I'll skip to the worse one. Other cops.
Mr. Brooks
[last lines]
Marshall: [voice-over] Why do you fight it so hard, Earl?
Mr. Earl Brooks: [whispering to himself] God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time and enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardships as the pathway to peace. Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is and not as I would have it, trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His will, that I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with Him forever in the next. Amen.
Firman
Mitch McDeere: I got mine, Wayne, you get the rest of them.
Wayne Tarrance: Get 'em with what? Overbilling, mail fraud? Oh, that's exciting.
Mitch McDeere: It's not sexy, but it's got teeth! Ten thousand dollars and five years in prison. That's ten and five for each act. Have you really looked at that? You've got every partner in the firm on overbilling. There's two hundred fifty acts of documented mail fraud there. That's racketeering! That's minimum one thousand, two hundred fifty years in prison and half a million dollars in fines. That's more than you had on Capone.
Rambo III
Hamid: What's that?
Rambo: It's blue light.
Hamid: What does it do?
Rambo: It turns blue.
Universal Soldier
Scott: Say good night, asshole.
Luc: Good night, asshole.
Rambo: First Blood Part II
[last lines]
Trautman: John where are you going?
Rambo: I don't know.
Trautman: You'll get a second medal of honor for this.
[Rambo looks over at the rescued POWs]
Rambo: You should give it to them. They deserve it more.
Trautman: You don't belong here, why don't you come back with me?
Rambo: Back to what? My friends died here, and a piece of me did too.
Trautman: The war, the whole conflict may have been wrong, but damn it, don't hate your country for it.
Rambo: Hate? I'd die for it.
Trautman: Then what is it you want?
Rambo: I want, what they want, and every other guy who came over here and spilled his guts and gave everything he had, wants! For our country to love us as much as we love it! That's what I want!
Trautman: How will you live, John?
Rambo: Day by day.
S.W.A.T.
Hondo: How can I trust a man who won't eat a good old-fashioned American hotdog?
Street: [smiling] He's a vegetarian.
Wrath of Man
Bullet: I like the way you handle that cart. Where'd you learn that technique?
H: I spent a lot of time at supermarkets. Shopping.