Quotes from Clint Eastwood movies and TV shows - page 3 of 10

Jemima Brown: Friends? Enemies? Where do I fit in?
Jonathan Hemlock: I'm sorry, but you don't. Here's to the selfish killer and the patriotic whore! Do you have anything else to say? I usually keep a twenty in the bowl by the door. You might pick it up on the way out.

Ben Bowman: What got into Jean-Paul?
Dr. Jonathan Hemlock: I don't know. A little jumpy, I guess.
Ben Bowman: You been jumping his wife?
Dr. Jonathan Hemlock: No, why?
Ben Bowman: You sure?
Dr. Jonathan Hemlock: Well, I think it's something I'd know.

Jemima Brown: Is this hotel always so crowded?
Dr. Jonathan Hemlock: Only when there's a climb. Then the Eiger birds start flocking in.
Jemima Brown: Eiger birds?
Dr. Jonathan Hemlock: Yeah, jet setters, assorted zombies, come here to watch a climb. If they're lucky, they get to see a man die on the mountain.
Jemima Brown: That's grim.
Dr. Jonathan Hemlock: So's the Eiger.

Jonathan Hemlock: They kill one of ours, we kill the killers. No purpose at all, just barbaric.
Jemima Brown: You're getting religion a little late.
Jonathan Hemlock: I didn't quit because of religion, I quit because of mathematics.
Jemima Brown: Oh?
Jonathan Hemlock: That's right. The odds are stacking up against me. Assassins who stay too long wind up getting assassinated, and that ain't in my game plan.

Harry Callahan: Where is he?
Mustapha: He went white. Why, did he do something else foolish?

Harry Callahan: I'll tell you what you are to me, little man. You're just a maggot who sells dirty pictures.

Harry Callahan: A 357 magnum is a good weapon, but I've seen 38's bounce off windshieds. No good in a city like this.

Harry Callahan: What about that punk?
Lt. Al Bressler: You mean the suspect?
Harry Callahan: Suspect my ass.

Mustapha: You really are a dirty bastard, ain't you, Harry?
Harry Callahan: The dirtiest.

Harry Callahan: For $75, you get to make it with a rubber dolly.

Frank Morris: There's always the possibility that some asshole will be offended. Isn't there?

Frank Morris: Here. Put that in your report.

Prison Guard: Is something burning?
Frank Morris: What? I don't smell nothing.
Prison Guard: It must be my imagination. Working nights really gets to you.
Frank Morris: You should try it from my side.

Frank Morris: No forks. Hey, no forks?
Litmus: You see any? You want your pasta? Hey fresh fish, do you want your pasta?
Frank Morris: You see any?

Frank Morris: Tell me, you stopped killing white people?
English: Why?
Frank Morris: Well, next time I wouldn't turn my back on ya.

Prison Guard: D-Block, Morris.
Frank Morris: But he came at me.
Prison Guard: I said, D-Block.

Wolf: I'm Wolf. Where did they transfer you from?
Frank Morris: Atlanta.
Wolf: Nice town, Atlanta.
Frank Morris: I never saw it.

Frank Morris: Wolf wanted to get friendly. I didn't.

English: Ten years ago, I was in this bar in Alabama when two dudes started hassling me. That was their first mistake. They pulled knives. That was their second mistake. They didn't know how to use them. That was the last mistake they ever made. I got two 99-year sentences, back to back.
Frank Morris: Seems like you could've pleaded self-defense.
English: The dudes were white, man. Just like you.

Wolf: I'm lookin' for a new punk.
Frank Morris: Good luck.
Wolf: You don't understand. I just found her.