Lieutenant Danny Roman: A quick lesson in lying. See, this is what us real cops do: We study liars. Example: If I ask you a question about something visual, like your favorite color, your eyes go up and to the left. Neurophysiology tells us your eyes go in that direction, because you're accessing the visual cortex. So you're telling the truth. If your eyes go up and right, you're accessing the brain's creative centers and we know you're full of shit.
Taylor: 500 fights, that's the number I figured when I was a kid. 500 street fights and you could consider yourself a legitimate tough guy. You need them for experience. To develop leather skin. So I got started. Of course along the way you stop thinking about being tough and all that. It stops being the point. You get past the silliness of it all. But then, after, you realise that's what you are.
Virgil Cane: Ain't life a motherfucker.
Dalton Russell: Fact is, all lies, all evil deeds, they stink. You can cover them up for a while, but they don't go away.
Frank Serpico: You know what they say, don't you? If you love a man's garden, you gotta love the man.
Chalmers: Ross.
Bennet: Albert Edward Renick, used car salesman, Chicago.
Chalmers: Who's Renick?
Bullitt: He was the man who was shot in the Hotel Daniels. You sent us to guard the wrong man, Mr. Chalmers.
Owens: I took you off the street. Taught you my trade. I taught you my passion. Three generations of skills. And in spite of all my earnest efforts, in spite of all my hard work, you turned into a good person.
Wilfred James: I discovered something that night that most people never have to learn. Murder is sin. Murder is damnation. But murder is also work.
Ozunu: Weakness compels strength. Betrayal begets blood. This is the law of the Nine Clans.
Mac: Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. But practice makes perfect.
Reggie Kray: A paranoid schizophrenic walks into a bar.
Eliza Birch: Did you feel bad for that deer when you shot it?
Ralph Dover: Do you feel bad for cows when you go into McDonalds?
Carmen Sternwood: You're not very tall are you?
Philip Marlowe: Well, I, uh, I try to be.
Ida: Personally, Veda's convinced me that alligators have the right idea. They eat their young.
Hobbs: I will beat you like a Cherokee drum.
Dick Harper: Son of a bitch.
Jane Harper: That fucker.
Dick Harper: Hon, language.
David Mills: You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Mason Verger: I guess you wish now that you fed the rest of me to the dogs.
Hannibal Lecter: No Mason. No I much prefer you the way you are.