Sin City

Dwight:
I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.

Jack Rafferty:
You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake.

Dwight:
You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush.

Marv:
I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.

Dwight:
And everything seemed to be going so well.

Dwight:

Marv:
It's going to be blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back!

Marv:
I had a fight with some cops.

Lucille:
Didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?

Marv:
Not that I know of, but they know they been in a fight, that's for damn sure.

Marv:
It wasn't you losers who killed Goldie. The guy who did that knew what he was doing. Still, you got to have something to tell me. Like who it was who sent you.

Marv:
I already have killed you, you jerk! Wise up! But even though it feels like Niagara Falls down there, you'll be a damn long time dying and I can make it quick, or I can make it worse.

Marv:
I don't hear you giving me any name, jerk. Guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high.

Marv:
You keep holding out on me like this, and I'm going to have to get really nasty. I don't think you want that to happen any more than I do.

Marv:
Thanks.

Ronnie:
Remember - we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian!

Brian:
You're right, Ronnie - lend us your knife.

Marv:
Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.

Cardinal Roark:
Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart.

Marv:
Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.

Marv:
This ain't no bar-room brawl. These are the bad days. The all-or-nothing days. They're back.

The Salesman:
Care for a smoke?

Marv:
She smells like angels ought to smell.

John Hartigan:
An old man dies. A young girl lives. A fair trade. I love you, Nancy.

Marv:
I had to fight some cops.

Lucille:
Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?

Marv:
Nah, I don't think so, but they know they been in a fight, that's for sure.

Senator Rourk:
Tell anybody the truth and they're dead!

Bob:
You got a bum ticker, Hartigan!

Marv:
That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.

John Hartigan:
And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.

Dwight:
Get that gun out of my face, Gail.

Dwight:
My warrior woman. My Valkyrie. You'll always be mine, always and never. Never. The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. there's no place in this world for our kind of fire. Always and never. If I have to die for you tonight, I will.

Marv:
I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

Brian:
Want the head there, sweetheart? Come and get it!

Brian:
I coulda put a bullet in your ear just now, laddy, if I hadn't gone off and got me revolver all wet and useless.

Brian:
Better come clean with ya now, sweetheart. That was an outright lie I was giving ya about me revolver.

Marv:
I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.

Dwight:
Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking his sword to other gladiators like him. They woulda tossed him girls like Nancy back then.

Marv:
That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.

Marv:
I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.

Priest:
...ask yourself if that corpse of a slut is worth dying for.

Marv:
Worth dying for.

Marv:
Worth killing for.

Marv:
Worth going to hell for.

Marv:
Amen.

Dwight:
She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.

Dwight:
Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd gotten here about ten minutes sooner, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.

Dwight:
I tell little Miho what has to be done. Then I?ll make the most important phone call in my life.

Marv:
He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams.

John Hartigan:
When it comes to consoling 19-year-old girls, I'm about as expert as a palsy patient performing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.

John Hartigan:
There's wrong, and there's wrong, and there's *this*.

Marv:
Wait a second. Why'd she call you Wendy?

Wendy:
Because that's my name, you ape. Goldie was my sister. My twin sister.

Marv:
I guess she was the nice one.

Marv:
Is that the best you can do, you pansies?

Dwight:
Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.

John Hartigan:
Aim careful, and look the devil in the eye.

Becky:
I don't do group jobs.

Jack Rafferty:
Come on, get in the car, baby. We'll just talk. It'll be nice.

Becky:
I don't do talk jobs either.

Becky:
I don't do group jobs.

Marv:
You can scream now if you want.

Marv:
Here's a sign!

Marv:
Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.

Dwight:
Do I risk it all and take this cop down?

Klump:
I can only express puzzlement, which borders on alarm.

Dwight:
It's your apartment. But be careful, Shellie, this clown's got big, mean drunk-on and he's got four friends out there in the hall, breathing hard and just as drunk as he is.

Jack Rafferty:
Hey, I could swear I heard somebody in there with you, just now. You got somebody with you, baby? You be honest with me. You owe me that much.

Shellie:
Somebody? Jackie Boy, it's a regular African love-fest in here. I got me all five starters and half the bench of the Basin City Blues keeping me company. You feel like taking them on?

Jack Rafferty:
You're teasing me, baby. I'm no racist.

Senator Rourk:
Evening, Officer. I don't have to introduce myself, do I? You read the papers. This being an election year, you've seen plenty of my picture. You know what I can do. And I'm doing you, Hartigan. Cold and hard, I'm doing you.

Jack Rafferty:
You wanna see it? You wanna see what I got?

Lucille:
Settle down, Marv, take another pill.

Marv:
Hey! There is no settling down! This is blood for blood and by the gallons. This is the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back!

Yellow Bastard:
Recognize my voice, Hartigan? Recognize my voice, you piece-of-sh*t cop? I look different, but I bet you can recognize my voice!

Marv:
What if I'm wrong? I've got a condition. I get confused sometimes. What if I've imagined all this? What if I've finally turned into what they've always said I would turn into? A maniac. A psycho killer.

Dwight:
It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.

Dwight:
This clown's out of control. I followed him here to make sure he didn't hurt any of the girls.

Gail:
Us helpless little girls.

John Hartigan:
I'm looking for Nancy Callahan?

Shellie:
Eyes to the stage, pilgrim. She's just warming up.

Shellie:
Shut up and keep your hands to yourself, or I'll cut your little pecker off.

The Salesman:
The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right; that I'll save her from whatever she's scared and take her far far away. I tell her that I love her.

The Salesman:
The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.

Jack Rafferty:
Come on get in the car baby, we'll just talk it'd be nice.

Jack Rafferty:
Baby doll, I've had me one helluva bad day. I've been beaten up every time I turn around.

Manute:
The truce of Sin City will be shattered. There'll be arrests, there'll be deaths. Nothing can stop this.

Marv:
I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball.

The Salesman:
[voiceover] She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps, she only goes stiff for a moment.

The Salesman:
Care for a smoke?"

The Customer:
Sure, I'll take one. Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?

The Salesman:
I didn't come here for the party, I came here for you. I've watched you for days, you're everything a man could ever want. It's not just your face or your figure. It's your eyes, all the things I see in your eyes.

The Customer:
What is it you see in my eyes?

The Salesman:
I see a crazy calm. You're sick of running, you're ready to face what you have to face but you don't want to face it alone.

The Customer:
No, I don't want to face it alone.

The Salesman:
[voiceover] The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume with sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright. That I'll save her from whatever she's running from and take her far far away. I tell her I love her. [gunshot] The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from... I'll cash her check in the morning.

Gail:
Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she's been aching for some practice.

Dwight:
[voiceover] She guides my glance upwards to the pixy perched on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.

Wendy:
You sat there and took it... when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to...

Marv:
Sure, but I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you. And I probably would've had to paste you one, and I don't hurt girls.

Hartigan:
Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for someone.

Shelley:
Cold night like this, everyone is looking for someone, stranger.

Hartigan:
It's not like that. Her name is Nancy.

Shellie:
Eyes to the stage, pilgrim. She's just warming up.

Gail:
Those four in the Chrysler, are they some of the barmaid's boyfriends?

Dwight:
One of them thinks he is. I followed him here to make sure he didn't hurt any of the girls.

Gail:
Us helpless little girls.

Marv:
Hey, there is no settling down. This is blood for blood and by the gallons! It's the good old days! The bad days! The all-or-nothing days! They're back! There's no choices left and I'm ready for war.

Lucille:
Prison was hell for you, Marv. It'll be life this time.

Marv:
Hell is waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here. But I'm out now. It took someone who was kind to me, getting killed to do it. But I'm out and I know exactly what I got to do.

Dwight:
You shut the hell up, Jackie Boy. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up.

Dwight:
Dozens of them, armed to the teeth. I'm outnumbered, outgunned... but the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow. They can't surround me. Sometimes you can beat the odds by a careful choice of where to fight...Where to fight counts for a lot, but there's nothing like having your friends show up with lots of guns.

Dwight:
You made a big mistake yourself...you didn't flush.

Dwight:
A hardtop with a decent engine. And make sure it's got a big trunk.

Dwight:
I let him know I'm not fooling around.

Dwight:
Sure, he's an a**hole. Sure he's dead. Sure, I'm just imagining that he's talking. That doesn't stop the bastard from being absolutely right.

Dwight:
I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop. Not in this heap. The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not. Tough call. For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy. Working stiff with a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids.

Dwight:
The girls all know the score. No escape. No surrender. No mercy. We got to kill every last rat bastard one of them, every last one. Not for revenge. Not because they deserve it. not because it'll make the world a better place. We need a heap of bloody bodies so when the mob boss, Wallenquist, looks over his charts of profits and losses, he'll see what it cost him to mess with the girls of Old Town. The valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter. And so am I. The fire, baby. It'll burn us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always. And never.

Dwight:
Miho, I hope to hell ya left one of them alive enough to talk.

Dwight:
Just look at that trunk. We'll never fit them all in.

Hartigan:
Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement.

Hartigan:
[While police brutally try to blackmail him] This is just a price I promised myself I'd pay, now I'm paying it. You don't save a little girl's life and then turn around and throw her to the dogs. Not in my book you don't.. They want a confession? They won't get it.

Hartigan:
I take his weapons away from him. Both of them.

Hartigan:
Things go dark. I don't mind much. It's okay. She'll be safe. An old man dies. A little girl lives. Fair trade.

Hartigan:
Skinny little Nancy Callaghan. She grew up. She filled out.

Hartigan:
[after being shot several times] I'm doing fine, Bob. Never better...ready to kick your ass.

Hartigan:
Let go of my coat, Bob.

Hartigan:
This guy smells awful. Like bad food. Like a corpse left in a garbage dumpster in the middle of summer, he stinks so bad I want to throw up.

Hartigan:
Just one hour to go. My last day on the job. Not my idea. Doctor's orders; heart condition. Angina, he calls it. I'm polishing my badge and getting myself used to the idea of saying goodbye to it. It and the thirty odd years of protecting and serving and...blood and terror and triumph it represents. I think about Eileen's slow smile, about the thick fat steaks she picked up from the butcher's today. I think about the one loose end I haven't tied up. A young girl who's out there, somewhere, helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic.

Marv:
[During his execution] Will you get a move on, I haven't got all night.

Marv:
Aww, Jerks! They should've shot me in the head...and enough times to make sure. It's so stupid. Everybody knows what's coming but they go through the motions anyway, what a waste of time. Month's fall off the calandar while I breath and eat through tubes. Night after night I wait for someone to come and finish me off. After awhile I realize it's not going to be so easy as that. I'm on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face, and I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it. From then on, it's the circus everybody wants it to be. They nail me for the works. Not just the people I did kill but even Lucille and the girls that Roark and Kevin ate and even Goldie.

Marv:
He never screams. Not even when the mutt's had its fill. Kevin's guts are lying all over the place and somehow the bastard is still alive, still staring at me. Not even when I grab the saw and finish the job, he never screams.

Marv:
I've been framed for murder and the cops are in on it. But the real enemy, the son of a b*tch who killed the angel lying next to me, he's out there somewhere, out of sight, the big missing piece that'll give me how and the why and a face and a name and a soul to send screaming into hell.

Marv:
Guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high. [Shoots him in the crotch]

Marv:
The night is hot as hell. it's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town. I'm staring at a goddess, she's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more second wondering how I've gotten so lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell. The perfect woman. The goddess. Goldie.

Marv:
She says her name is Goldie.

Marv:
Walk down the right back alley in Sin City and you can find anything...

Marv:
It's beautiful Goldie, it's just like I said it would be, only better And when his eyes go dead, the hell I sent him to must seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

Marv:
When I need to find something out, I just go out and find somebody that knows more than me, and I go and I ask them. Sometimes I ask pretty hard.

Marv:
Worth dying for. [gunshot] Worth killing for. [gunshot] Worth going to hell for. [final gunshot] Amen. [said while shooting the priest in a church]

Marv:
When you got a condition, it's bad to forget your medicine.

Marv:
I was pretty steamed about what he had done to Lucille, so I took my time with that son of a b*tch. It wasn't until I showed him all of those pieces of himself that he gave me a name.

Marv:
Patrick Henry Roark. A man of the cloth. Could've become president but chose to serve God, and along the way just happened to become one of the most powerful men in the state. He's brought down mayors and govenors like they were nothin'. Even made his rotten brother a US senator. And now here he's gonna die in the name of a dead hooker. More and more I like the sound of it.

Marv:
Can't kill a man unless you know for sure you ought to.

Marv:
I got 'em good for you, didn't I, Goldie?

Marv:
Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here.

Marv:
The cops- they're telling me too much. showing up before anybody but me and the killer could know there's been a murder. somebody paid good money for this frame. No reason at all to play it Quiet. No reason to play it anyway but my way.

Marv:
Well, i'm gonna find that son of a b*tch that killed you, and i'm gonna give him the hard Goodbye.

Shellie:
Jackie-Boy, it's a regular African love-fest in here. I got me all five starters and half the bench of the Basin City Blues keeping me company. You feel like taking them on?

Shellie:
Wish you coulda dropped by earlier, Jackie-Boy. You coulda met my new boyfriend. Coulda seen what a real man looks like.

Nancy:
And here I thought you'd forgotten all about me. Me and my dumb letters.

Nancy:
Let me stay close. Nothing can happen to me when I'm with you. Please? Let me stay close.

Nancy:
It's always been you, Hartigan. All these years.

Nancy:
I didn't scream, Hartigan. Not once. I didn't scream

Jackie Boy:
I know you're angry, baby. And I forgive you for that without you even asking me to.

Jackie Boy:
It's one thing for you to play hard to get... but don't go trying to cut my nuts off.

Jackie Boy:
I've had me one hell of a day. I've been beat up every time I turn around. But the day I get turned down by a hooker when I got good hard earned cash to pay her with... well, there's only so much a man can take.

Jackie Boy:
[after getting slashed by Miho] Out of nowhere... without any reason!

Jackie Boy:
This is a career-ending wound, whore!

Jackie Boy:
Nobody ever really quits. A smoker's a smoker when the chips are down. And your chips are down.

Jackie Boy:
You're makin' a big mistake, man... a big mistake.

Jackie Boy:
Those hookers let you down!

Gail:
I tied those knots — that's my specialty!

Gail:
Yeesh.

Gail:
He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it.

Gail:
We got guns. We'll fight the cops, and the mob, and anybody who tries to move in on us. We'll go to war!

Gail:
You stupid little b*tch!

Gail:
Your precious scrawny little neck.[said before tearing a piece of skin off Becky's neck with her teeth.]

Gail:
My man will find a way. He always finds a way.

Becky:
It's not a woman you need, it's a good night's sleep. You couldn't handle a woman in the state you're in.

Becky:
Aw, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.

Becky:
I didn't have no choice. They were gonna hurt my mom.

Becky:
You could've ripped my throat out, you crazy whore!

Burt Shlubb And Douglas Klump:
Klump: It is inclement upon me to comment with marked displeasure on your rash impulsiveness in selecting such an eye-catching and impractical car to heist, Mr. Shlubb.

Burt Shlubb And Douglas Klump:
Shlubb: Protest though you might, Mr. Klump, you must nonetheless admit the phallic magistry of said Ferrari's performance. An engine of Cyclopean power throbs beneath this steel stallion's hood.

Burt Shlubb And Douglas Klump:
Klump: Irrelevant to said mission is the following query, which I now put forth to you. Wherein this most streamlined and trunkless of transports, boner-inspiring though it may be, wherein are we to reposit our recently deceased cargo?

Burt Shlubb And Douglas Klump:
Shlubb: A worthy concern. Neatly elucidated.

Wendy:
Kill him for me, Marv. Kill him good.

The Salesman:
Turn the right corner in Sin City and you can find anything

Brian:
I coulda put a bullet in your ear just now, laddy, if I hadn't gone off and got me revolver all wet and useless.

Brian:
Better come clean with ya now, sweetheart. That was an outright lie I was giving ya about my revolver.

Senator Roark:
Power don't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you've got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you've got 'em by the balls.

Senator Roark:
Everyone would lie for me. Everyone who counts. Otherwise, their own lies — everything that runs Sin City — it all comes tumbling down like a pack of cards.

Cardinal Roark:
When he came to me he was a tormented boy. Tormented by guilt. I tried to counsel him, but the eating, it filled him with white light. Tearful, he swore to me that he felt the touch of God Almighty. He didn't just eat their bodies. He ate their souls. And I joined in.