Dennis FarinaQuotes

Mr. Warner: I'm gonna give you a few seconds of immunity here. Now, if you have slept with her, you tell me here, you tell me now, and we'll let it go... have you slept with my daughter?

John: Mr. Warner... I have never slept with Elaine

Mr. Warner: [[w:Yahtzee|like dice in a Yahtzi cup] Good! Goddammit that's good! Because if you had John, I was gonna kick your balls up into your head and let em rattle around in your skull ]. Have a good one!

Mr. Warner: This guy is a lump.

Henry Desalvo: There was another shooter.

William Spaulding: What do you mean?

Henry Desalvo: What do I mean? What do you mean "what do I mean"? I mean there was another shooter is what I mean.

William Spaulding: So, did you take care of the job or not?

Henry Desalvo: Not.

William Spaulding: Did the other shooter take care of it?

Henry Desalvo: Uh, hold on a second.

Henry Desalvo: Not right now, okay?

Gang Leader: It's cool, man.

Leonard: Look at this thing. He's the size of a Buick.

Henry Desalvo: She.

Leonard: She what?

Henry Desalvo: The mosquito is a she.

Leonard: How the hell can you tell that?

Henry Desalvo: Discovery Channel. Only the female mosquito sucks your blood.

Leonard: Sounds like my ex-wife. Bitch.

Henry Desalvo: [Trapped on a delayed plane with idiotic sports fans after a surreal day in Miami] I really feel like killing somebody.

Henry Desalvo: Was that a goat?!

Henry Desalvo: [Whilst watching the chaotic goings-on at Arthur Herk's house] There goes the warranty... and there goes the Iron Chef.

Henry Desalvo: [Whilst watching the chaotic goings-on at Arthur Herk's house] Moron #2 just got Moron #1 all wet.

Henry Desalvo: [Whilst pointing a gun at three thugs who walk towards him while he is speaking to his employer on the phone] Not right now, okay?

Marshall Sisco: Are you gonna go get him?

Karen Sisco: It's possible, why?

Marshall Sisco: Well, I was thinking, you could have a nice time with him on the ride down - like picking up where your interlude or whatever you call it left off - and then you could throw him in the shit house!

Jack Crawford: Look, admit we struck out this month. The Lear jet is standing by. The basic lab stuff is on it. You, Zeller, Jimmy Price, the photographer. Anywhere he hits, we can be there in an hour and fifteen minutes. We get the call, we roll. The scene will be fresh. Fresher then we've ever had it.

Will Graham: It's not over yet.

Jack Crawford: Oh, for Christ's sake, it's a foregone conclusion! It's 11:30 P.M., the full moon is happening tonight. Give it up. Forget this month. It's too damn late.

Will Graham: I gave it up! Till you showed up with pictures of two dead families, knowing goddamn well that I'd imagine families three, four, five and six. Right?

Jack Crawford: You're fucking right I did! And I'd do it again!

Will Graham: Great! But don't talk to me about late, pal! I'll tell you when it's too fucking late! Until then, we go as late as I wanna take it!

Will Graham: This started from an abused kid, a battered infant. There's something terrible about...

Jack Crawford: You're sympathizing with this guy?

Will Graham: Absolutely. My heart bleeds for him, as a child. Someone took a kid and manufactured a monster. At the same time, as an adult, he's irredeemable. He butchers whole families to pursue trivial fantasies. As an adult, someone should blow the sick fuck out of his socks. Does that sound like a contradiction to you, Jack? Does this kind of thinking make you uncomfortable?