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Det. Thorn:
Who bought you?

Hatcher:
You're bought as soon as they pay you a salary.

Sol:
Why, in my day, you could buy meat anywhere! Eggs they had, real butter! Fresh lettuce in the stores.

Det. Thorn:
I know, Sol, you told me before.

Det. Thorn:
Would you believe bodyguards are buying strawberries for 150 D's a jar?

Det. Thorn:
You know what I really think, Lieutenant? I think it's really busted this time.

Gilbert:
Uh... they told me to uh- to say that they were sorry, but that you had become... unreliable.

Simonson:
That's true.

Gilbert:
They can't risk, uh- catastrophe, they say.

Simonson:
They're right.

Gilbert:
Then uh, this is right?

Simonson:
No, not right. Necessary.

Gilbert:
To who?

Simonson:
To... God.

Gilbert:
You know I won't understand them if I live to be a hundred.

State Security Chief Donovan:
You won't.

Det. Thorn:
It's people. Soylent Green is made out of people. They're making our food out of people. Next thing they'll be breeding us like cattle for food. You've gotta tell them. You've gotta tell them!

Hatcher:
I promise, Tiger. I promise. I'll tell the exchange.

Det. Thorn:
You tell everybody. Listen to me, Hatcher. You've gotta tell them! Soylent Green is people! We've gotta stop them somehow!

Det. Thorn:
He'll like you. You're a helluva piece of furniture.

Shirl:
Don't talk to me like that. - Please.

Det. Thorn:
OK.

Sol:
There was a world, once, you punk.

Det. Thorn:
Yes, so you keep telling me.

Sol:
I was there. I can prove it.

Det. Thorn:
I know, I know. When you were young, people were better.

Sol:
Aw, nuts. People were always rotten. But the world 'was' beautiful.

Det. Thorn:
You know, there are 20 million guys out of work in Manhattan alone just waiting for my job.

New Tenant:
How old are you?

Shirl:
Twenty-one.

New Tenant:
Charles said you were twenty-five.

Shirl:
That makes us both liars.

Sol:
You know. When I was a kid food was food. Before our scientific magicians poisoned the water, polluted the soil. Decimated plant and animal life. Why, in my day you could buy meat anywhere. Eggs, they had. Real butter. Fresh lettuce in the

Det. Thorn:
I know. Sol. You told me before. A heat wave all year long. A greenhouse effect. Everything is burning up.

Hatcher:
What's the story with the Simonson homicide?

Det. Thorn:
It was carefully set up to make it look like he was killed after he caught some punk burglarizing his apartment.

Hatcher:
What do you think it was?

Det. Thorn:
It was an assassination. A well-planned assassination.

Hatcher:
You know this for a fact?

Det. Thorn:
Four reasons. One: the alarm system in the building was out of order for the first time in two years. Two: the bodyguard who was supposed to be protecting him was conveniently out shopping. Three: the punk that broke into the apartment didn't take anything. And four: the punk who killed Simonson was no punk because he used a meat hook instead of a gun to make it look like a punk.

Hatcher:
Well, if the punk didn't take anything from the apartment, what did you take?

Det. Thorn:
Everything I could lay my hands on.

Priest:
Forgive me. It's destroying me.

Det. Thorn:
What is?

Priest:
The truth.

Det. Thorn:
The truth Simonson told you?

Priest:
All truth.

Det. Thorn:
Something stinks here.

Hatcher:
Look. You'll sign this. And I'll bury it.

Det. Thorn:
Like hell you will. A member of the board of the Soylent Corporation was torn apart with a meat hook! You can't sweep that carcass under the rug. Who bought you?

Hatcher:
You're bought as soon as they pay you a salary.

Det. Thorn:
Yeah, well, who is "they?"

Hatcher:
High and hot, and they want this case closed permanently, their way, now you sign this!

Det. Thorn:
You sign it! If my name closes this case and someone higher and hotter wants to know why, it's my job!

Hatcher:
Sign it, I'll cover for you!

Det. Thorn:
I won't put my job on the line for you, Hatcher...

Hatcher:
But...

Det. Thorn:
Not my damn job!!

Sol:
Son of a b*tch. I haven't eaten like this in years.

Det. Thorn:
I never ate like this.

Sol:
And now you know what you've been missing. There was a world, once, you punk.

Det. Thorn:
Yes, so you keep telling me.

Sol:
I was there. I can prove it.

Det. Thorn:
I know, I know. When you were young, people were better.

Sol:
Aw, nuts. People were always rotten. But the world was beautiful.

Det. Thorn:
Hatcher, get to the Exchange. You gotta tell them they're right.

Hatcher:
But let's take care of you first.

Det. Thorn:
You don't understand. I've got proof. They need proof, I've seen it. I've seen it happening. They've gotta tell people.

Hatcher:
Tell them what?

Det. Thorn:
The ocean's dying. Plankton's dying. It's people. Soylent Green is made out of people. They're making our food out of people. Next thing, they'll be breeding us like cattle for food. You've gotta tell them. You've gotta tell them!

Hatcher:
I promise. Tiger. I promise. I'll tell the Exchange.

Det. Thorn:
You tell everybody. Listen to me Hatcher! You've gotta tell 'em! SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE! We gotta stop them! Somehow! Note: the bolded line is ranked #77 in the American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.

Det. Thorn:
[after smoking a cigarette at a party] You know if I had the money I would smoke two... three of these every day.

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