Brenner

Charlie Paradise:
Have you ever noticed how a "No" in French sounds better than a "Yes" in any other language?

Oliver Weems:
I'm Oliver Weems. This is Gloria.

Charlie Paradise:
Gloria Weems?

Gloria:
Gloria... something else.

Oliver Weems:
I've always wanted to meet one of those eccentric painters.

Charlie Paradise:
Are you interested in his paintings, Mr. Weems, or in his state of mind?

Charlie Paradise:
You know what Flute was getting at, what his paintings meant.

Plotkin:
Aren't they obvious? He was a surrealist, expressing his imagination without any conscience control, flinging his fantasies onto the canvas in a desperate attempt to astound himself.

Charlie Paradise:
What was his fantasy? What did he see?

Plotkin:
Inversion! Nature in reverse. Dead things alive; living things dead.

[last lines]

Roy Brenner:
Thanks, Charlie. I never would have figured that out in a million years.

Charlie Paradise:
You big city cops. I told you, Roy, Greenwich Village is a small town.

Roy Brenner:
It's lucky I know the mayor. Thanks, Charlie.

[Ernie has just shot a homicidal neighbor in self-defense]

Ernie Brenner:
Well, I'm going to stop in at the hospital.

Roy Brenner:
Not much you can do there.

Ernie Brenner:
I know. That's the whole trouble.

[Ernie rescues Charlie from a murderous thug]

Ernie Brenner:
You all right, Charlie?

Charles Morgan:
Yesh, I'm okay.

Ernie Brenner:
Almost saved the city some money, huh?

Charles Morgan:
Yeah. How'd he know I was up for a pension this year?

Charles Morgan:
Thank you, Charlie.

Ernie Brenner:
What for?

Charles Morgan:
For making me less afraid of being 50 years old some day.

[last lines]

Carl:
He might have killed you. Ernie...

Ernie Brenner:
Yeah?

Carl:
Help me.

Ernie Brenner:
Hang on, now. It's not easy, you know - not for anybody. You go one way, and then another and you try a lot of ways... well, if you're lucky you get straight. You just gotta keep tryin'... all of us.

Ernie Brenner:
How much proof do you need to put a crum like Talvik away?

Roy Brenner:
As much as you need to put the President of this country away!

[a beautiful woman leaves Roy's office]

Ernie Brenner:
Who was that?

Roy Brenner:
She tried to cash a check. Claims she was a policewoman from Montreal on vacation.

Ernie Brenner:
Well, who is she?

Roy Brenner:
A policewoman from Montreal on vacation.

[last lines]

[the vigilantes have beaten the wrong man senseless]

Wally Pollock:
Here's your man!

Ernie Brenner:
We arrested the murderer a few minutes ago and we have proof. He confessed!

Wally Pollock:
[pointing to the beaten man] What about him?

Roy Brenner:
I don't know; you tell me. What did he do?

Roy Brenner:
We'll try it your way just by the prints, but there's another angle we can try in the M.O. file. I want the sheet on every man who ever used a roof or a fire escape in a burglary. if the cross index shows he's been arrested for molesting or a mug job, so much the better.

Detective Steve Macon:
[wearily rubbing his nose] Sure, Lieutenant, sure.

Roy Brenner:
If you're tired, maybe I could get a few of the vigilantes in to give us a hand.

Roy Brenner:
No man should have to walk a post in a neighborhood where he wore short pants, where everyone expects him to be a regular fellow, where if he's decent, his instinct tells him to be regular.

Dave Robbins:
No, sir.

Roy Brenner:
I'm afraid a good cop can't be that to those he's policing. He can be fair, sure; honest, dependable, but he can never be well-liked because he has to enforce too many unpopular laws. Now if a man can't take that, he's better off turning in his shield.

[last lines]

Ernie Brenner:
You painted a pretty bad picture of departmental life.

Roy Brenner:
Hard? He wants to be a cop - whoever said that was easy? Let's go home, son.