That’s not a woman; that’s a man, baby!
What are you, a man or a mouse? I mean, a woman or a wouse?
They call me Mister Tibbs!
Yes, sir!
You don’t say ‘Sir’ to me. I’m a Sergeant. I work for a living!
From now on, nothing goes down unless I’m involved. No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in. You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it’s my turn.
This sort of thing used to be civilized. You’d hit a guy, he’d whack you, done. But with Benedict … at the end of this, he’d better not know you’re involved, not know your names or think you’re dead, because he’ll kill ya, and then he’ll go to work on ya.
The Widow Douglas said she’d adopt me…and take me homeand try and civilize me…but I don’t know if I could stand it…'cause I’ve been there before.
I’m glad you stopped me when you did. I might have killed her.
Friends slow down. They even stop.
Maybe you’d better explain things to him.
Here, here, here we are. Now I’ve got it. Now pay particular attention to this first clause because it’s most important. It says the, uh, “The party of the first part shall be known in this contract as the party of the first part.” How do you like that? That’s pretty neat, eh?
Mr. Hart, here is a dime. Take it, call your mother, and tell her there is serious doubt about you ever becoming a lawyer.
Isn’t it funny? You hear a phone ring and it could be anybody. But a ringing phone has to be answered, doesn’t it?
Ain’t no fuckin’ Thelma here, man! Look, the bitch don’t live here! Fuck you, too!
In the tangled networks of a great city, the telephone is the unseen link between a million lives… it is the servant of our common needs ~~ the confidante of our inmost secrets… life and happiness wait upon its ring… and horror… and loneliness… and… death!
That’s probably true. But we won’t hear a thing, we’ll be long gone. Besides, what would posterity think we were? Demi-gods? We’re men, no more no less, trying to get a nation started against greater odds than a more generous God would have allowed. First things first, John: Independence. America. If we don’t secure that, what difference will the rest make?
For we must fight this war, in meeting house and Congress and the halls of Parliament, as well as on the field! But what it’s all about, you’ll really never know. And yet it-it it’s so much simpler than any of you think. We give all we have. We fight! We die, for a simple thing. Only that a man could stand.
You think I’m licked. You all think I’m licked. Well, I’m not licked. And I’m going to stay right here and fight for this lost cause. Even if the room gets filled with lies like these, and the Taylors and all their armies come marching into this place.
I’m gonna have Heidi lick some caviar off my balls in the meantime.