Cannon

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Frank Cannon:
My name's Frank Cannon, I'm a private investigator.

Frank Cannon:
Compulsion. I suppose everybody has a compulsion of some sort. Heh. I sometimes think Nature invented the pistachio nut as a device to control the compulsion to eat. You know, by the time you get them shelled, you've lost your appetite.

Larry Bolinger:
Look... I just come here for the fresh air like everybody else.

Frank Cannon:
When I get through with you, the only fresh air you're going to get is in an exercise yard.

Warren Michaelson:
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! [Kicking Cannon's abdomen three times]

Frank Cannon:
Okay. [Cannon, thrusts a troublemaker into the pool by his huge abdomen]

Joan Stevens:
[Describing the contents, from her purse to Cannon after a fugitive stole it] Hair brush, drivers license, make-up kit, Chris' dog.

Boy:
[Looking, at Frank's stomach] Hi.

Frank Cannon:
Hi.

Boy:
How did you get, that fat?

Frank Cannon:
[Frank, pats his stomach jokingly] It's not easy.

Herb Mayer:
Frank, you can't just tear off the minute you get back.

Frank Cannon:
Herb, you're my lawyer, my confessor, and you're beautiful. But five months ago, I bought myself a new car and I haven't had a chance to drive it around the block.

Frank Cannon:
When it comes to bluegrass music and a jukebox, I've got a memory like an elephant. No joke intended.

Tough in Blue Moon bar:
Who are you, anyway?

Frank Cannon:
I am a student of native customs.

Tough in Blue Moon bar:
You're new around here, aren't you?

Frank Cannon:
I'm luckier than that, I'm just visiting.

Frank Cannon:
Gallitin's as wide-open as a stomach wound.

Lt. Kelly Redfield:
You know, I-I wanted to kill you the other night.

Frank Cannon:
Kelly, not a chance. I got eighty pounds on you.