Don’t believe his lies.
I’m the Horned One. The Devil. Let me give you my card.
He chose you, honey! From all the women in the world to be the mother of his only living son!
I… I bequeath you, my son. You will carry me inside you, all the days of your life. You will make my strength your own, and see my life through your eyes, as your life will be seen through mine. The son becomes the father, and the father the son. This is all I… all I can send you, Kal-El.
Thanks, Dad.
Boy, you were a moody little son of a bitch.
Mood’s a thing for cattle and love play, not fighting.
Well, son; since you haven’t learned to respect your elders, it’s time you learned to respect for your betters!
How about a nice firm handshake?
Then make a DEAL!..A DEAL, deal! Maybe the guy’s a Republican. “Business is business,” right?
Nothing personal. [shoots]
Well gee Francesca, nobody’s perfect…is perfect…is perfect…
It’s not easy being a cast-iron bitch. It takes discipline, and years of training. A lot of people don’t appreciate that.
Guys like me are born loving women like you.
Being a private eye may not be much, but we do have a code of honor. It’s all right to fool around with your partner’s wife, but once he’s dead it makes it all so dirty. That’s the way it is, angel. You marry yourself a nice guy, have a couple of swell kids. Once you’re all set up and happy, maybe we can fool around again.
After you’ve worked with a man a certain length of time,you come to know his habits, his values, you come to know him,and either he’s the kind that chases after women or he isn’t.
Well, some men, once they get a whiff of it, they trail you like a hound.
You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L’Air du Temps… but not today.
Do you detect a certain air of nuttiness?
You smell that? That gasoline smell? Smells like…victory.