Gene HackmanQuotes

Chris Lloyd: Look, I don't know who you were in the old days but don't you think I should do the driving now?

Walter Lloyd: Just don't worry, okay? I think I can handle it.

Chris Lloyd: Alright. Here we go to Hamburg at 20 miles an hour.

Walter Lloyd: You know the rule as well as I do: an agent's family was sacred.

Schroeder: And you broke that rule!

Walter Lloyd: No! Not me, not my people. I checked them out, every one of them. I held my own investigation.

Schroeder: I evacuate myself on your investigation!

Walter Lloyd: They gave us new papers, new jobs, new names. The works... everything.

Chris Lloyd: New names?

Walter Lloyd: Yeah.

Chris Lloyd: Oh, Oh. Wait a minute. We were at the hotel and Taber asked you, "What name?" This is not my name? What's my name?

Walter Lloyd: Derek, Derek Potter. I'm Duncan. This is where the "Duke" comes from.

Walter Lloyd: I hope you're not going to fool around because I have a lot of things to do.

Donna Lloyd: You mean Miss Twinkle Tits in banking?

Proprietress Marie Louis Mansion: Welcome to Berlin! Are you here for -business or pleasure?

Walter Lloyd: Funeral.

Walter Lloyd: [to Mason] Do yourself a favor and take the rest of your life off. If I see you again ... I won't see you again.

Walter Lloyd: [to Chris] A long time ago I worked for the CIA.

Paula: Where were you when Kennedy got shot?

Harry Moseby: Which Kennedy?

Paula: Any Kennedy.

Harry Moseby: When the president got shot, I was on my way to San Diego. Football game. When Bobby got shot, I was sitting in a car waiting for a guy to come out of a house with his girlfriend. Working on a divorce case. One of those times I wish I was in another business.

Paula: How do you resist Delly?

Harry Moseby: Oh, I just think good, clean thoughts, like Thanksgiving, George Washington's teeth.

Arlene Iverson: Are you the kind of detective who, once you get on a case nothing can get you off it? Bribes, beatings, the allure of a woman...

Harry Moseby: That was true in the old days. Before we had a union.

Arlene Iverson: Caught me in my bath.

Harry Moseby: I'm sorry.

Arlene Iverson: [seductively] Oh, that's all right. You could've joined me. It's a big bath.

Harry Moseby: [with a wry grin] Maybe some other time, when I'm feeling really dirty.

Harry Moseby: What happened to your face?

Quentin: I won second prize in a fight.

Tom Iverson: I want that kid the hell out of here. You see, I... I get pretty foolish with her, and I... Well, you've seen her. God, there ought to be a law!

Harry Moseby: There is.

Paula: Oh, that's a beauty.

Harry Moseby: Yeah, but he didn't see it. He played something else and he lost. He must have regretted it every day of his life. I know I would have. As a matter of fact I do regret it, and I wasn't even born yet.

Paula: That's no excuse.

Harry Moseby: What'd you do before this?

Paula: [coyly; pauses, gives him a look] This and that... I taught school, I... kept house. I waited tables... I did a little stripping, I did a little hooking... and I trod a lot of water.

Harry Moseby: Sounds kind of bleak. Or is it just the way you tell it?

Paula: [sharply] Do you ask these questions because you wanna know the answer, or is it just something you think a detective should do?

Harry Moseby: I just want you to know I'm here.

Harry Moseby: [observing Paula, who is feeding dolphins in a special pen] What do you got em for?

Paula: Well, there's a big demand for dolphins. Lots of people want em, you'd be surprised. People buy them for their swimming pools. They think it's chic to have a dolphin for a pet. Like that craze for baby alligators in New York years back. When they got bored with em, they flushed them down the john. Now they got a sewage system swarming with blind, albino, shit-eating alligators.

Harry Moseby: [listening with a bemused look on his face] I'm not too sure I believe that.

Paula: You're not one of those "intent on the truth" types, are you?

Harry Moseby: Well, not religious about it, no, but I...

Harry Moseby: You think Delly knew that Marv and her mother were making it?

Joey Ziegler: [[w:Lillian Gish|Lillian Gish] A blind man on a galloping horse would've known. Arlene ain't ].

Harry Moseby: I'm looking for Delly Grastner.

Quentin: Delly isn't around here anymore.

Harry Moseby: You got any idea where she could be? Is she visiting friends? Is she meditating? Did she join a commune?

Quentin: [scoffs] Delly's idea of a "commune" is her and a guy on top of her.

Harry Moseby: [speculating that the missing daughter, Delly, may be in Florida with her stepfather] My guess is that I should go down there.

Arlene Iverson: [melodramatically] You're gonna go all the way to Florida on a guess?

Harry Moseby: No. I'm gonna fly all the way to Florida on your money, Mrs. Iverson. It's up to you.

Arlene Iverson: [indifferently] Go ahead.

Ellen Moseby: [of a football game] Who's winning?

Harry Moseby: Nobody. One side is just losing slower than the other.

Harry Moseby: You told me fairy tales... About Malone... Billy Danreuther... The President getting shot... Your erect nipples!

Harry Moseby: Listen Delly, I know it doesn't make much sense when you're sixteen. Don't worry. When you get to be forty, it isn't any better.

Clifford Franklin: I ran it just like you said! You just underthrew me!

Eddie Martel: This isn't a track meet, asshole, you have to look for the ball!

Franklin: You better back off, man.

Martel: You-!

Jimmy McGinty: [To Martel] Hey, hey! I'll pull you off the field, you spoiled little punk.

Martel: And who do you think O'Neill's going to side with: some burned out old coach, or somebody who puts fans in the stands?

McGinty: [Starts to approach Martel] You sonofabitch...

Leo Pilachowski: Hey, what do you think you're doing?! We got a game to play!

Martel: Nobody can beat Dallas with these losers!

Shane Falco: [enters locker room] I can.

Martell: Hi Falco, it's great to see ya, now get the hell out of MY LOCKER ROOM!

Falco: Coach?

McGinty: What the hell took you so long?

Falco: [players cheer him on] Traffic.

McGinty: Suit up!

Martell: [To McGinty] What?! O'Neil will fire your ass!

McGinty: It won't be the first time!

Martell: [heads for the locker room exit] This is bullshit. I'm going to put an end to this right now.

Nigel Gruff: [Pulling his shirt off, spitting into his right hand, and faces Martell] Come and get some then! You big fairy!

Martell: [chuckles at Nigel but the grin disappears as the whole team moves to surround him.; points two fingers at him; [w:Superbowl|Super Bowl] This doesn't change anything, Falco. I'm an All-Pro quarterback. I've got TWO ] rings! And you'll never be more than a replacement player.

Falco: [looks at McGinty; team applauds] Yeah... yeah, I can live with that.

Franklin: [refers to Martell] My brothers, will somebody please, PLEASE get this asshole out of here?

Agent Rupert Anderson: [to Deputy Pell] Make no mistake about it, Deputy. I'll cut your fucking head clean off and not give a shit how it reads in the report sheet!

Eileen Gallagher: How do you know...?

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: God damn it, I don't know! These people can be anybody they want to be! It scares the piss out of me!

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: I know it's asking a hell of a lot...

Lt. Milan Delich: Sure is.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: I understand if you don't want to help...

Lt. Milan Delich: [chuckles] No, I-I didn't say that. But I've got eighteen years invested here, and you come walking up out of my past, like saying that the one year we spent in country is all that counts... and I agree with you. And that's, like, some kind of weird shit.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: Thanks.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: So you living alone now?

Eileen Gallagher: Yeah, sometimes.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: What's that mean?

Eileen Gallagher: It means that sometimes I live alone, and sometimes I don't live alone.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: For how long?

Eileen Gallagher: A while.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: Well, what's a while?

Eileen Gallagher: It's a big mammal that swims in the ocean.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: Who you working for?

Thomas Boyette: Johnny, that information is privileged and confidential. I can tell you it pays very well.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: Who? Who pays you?

Thomas Boyette: Everybody pays me. I'm a public servant.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: You're a walking zero, Tom. You're a walking fucking ZERO, Tom!

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: I think you're going to prison, Walter.

Thomas Boyette: You don't know where I'm going.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: [to Col. Whitacre] You and I, we're in separate armies, pal - but you're out in the light now, and I'm gonna see you get stepped on!

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: Why would he want to smuggle himself in?

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: Who the hell knows what is the truth and what is a lie?

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: Terrorists sir? They were pretty well organized. It was like a military operation.

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: Who is Walter Henke?

Sgt. Johnny Gallagher: I lost my package, a prisoner I was bringing back from Germany.

Nicholas Earp: Remember this, all of you. Nothing counts so much as blood. The rest are just strangers.

Fran Moore: Cute plan, though.

Joe Moore: Cute as a Chinese baby.

Bergman: Don't you want to hear my last words?

Joe Moore: [shoots him dead] I just did.

Joe Moore: Why doesn't he shoot me?

Fran Moore: That's the deal.

Joe Moore: He ain't gonna shoot me?

Fran Moore: No.

Joe Moore: Then he hadn't ought to point a gun at me. It's insincere.

Jimmy: No one can hear me.

Joe Moore: No one can hear what you don't say.

Jimmy: Hey, I'm as quiet as an ant pissing on cotton.

Joe Moore: I don't want you as quiet as an ant pissing on cotton. I want you as quiet as an ant not even thinking about pissing on cotton.

Pinky: It's a shame you know what, we didn't actually get to do the thing, the swiss job. It's a beautiful plan.

Joe Moore: Cute, huh?

Pinky: Cute as a pail full of kittens.

Joe Moore: Nobody lives forever.

Fran Moore: [[Frank Sinatra] ] gave it a shot.

D.A. Freccia: You're a pretty smart fella.

Joe Moore: Ah, not that smart.

D.A. Freccia: You're not that smart, how'd you figure it out?

Joe Moore: I tried to imagine a fella smarter than myself. Then I tried to think, "what would he do?

Bergman: No one can get the goods like you, Joe.

Joe Moore: Anyone can get the goods. The hard part is getting away.

Bergman: Uh-huh.

Joe Moore: You plan a good enough getaway, you could steal Ebbets Field.

Bergman: Ebbets Field's gone.

Joe Moore: What did I tell you?

Coffee Cart Man: Hey buddy. You forgot your change.

Joe Moore: [Takes the change] Makes the world go round.

Bobby Blane: What's that?

Joe Moore: Gold.

Bobby Blane: Some people say love.

Joe Moore: Well, they're right, too. It is love. Love of gold.

Joe Moore: [about Jimmy] Young, dumb and full of cum.

Joe Moore: What do you want me to do? Just pull up a chair while you rape me?

Joe Moore: [of his wife, Fran] She could talk her way out of a sunburn.

Lex Luthor: Is the world gonna be vaporized?

Superman: No. It's the same as it's always been, Luthor. On the brink. With good fighting evil. See you in twenty.

Superman: You'd risk world wide nuclear war for your own personal financial gain.

Lex Luthor: Nobody wants war. I just want to keep the threat alive

Lex Luthor: You know what I can do with a single strand of Superman's hair?

Lenny: You can make a toupee that flies!

Lex Luthor: That hair is a sample of Superman's genetic material, the building blocks in his body. With my genius and enough nuclear power to mutate the genes, I can create a being who's more powerful than him..with total allegiance to me.

Lex Luthor: [to Superman] A toast. To a nice guy who's about to finish last.

Lex Luthor: [to Superman] You know, you're a work-o-holic. Don't you ever stop, smell the roses, huh?

Lex Luthor: [to Superman] This is my nephew Lenny. He worships me.

Lex Luthor: [to Lenny] He gets his energy from the sun. Without it, he's like you at night - useless.

Lex Luthor: Lenny, let's try and keep your IQ a family secret.

Lex Luthor: Lenny, I've always considered you the Dutch Elm disease in my family tree.

Senator Kevin Keeley: [in drag] No one will dance with me. I think it's this dress. I told them white would make me look fat.

Barbara Keeley: [in female drag] What about me? I'm just as pretty as the rest of these guys!

Nicholas Easter: Goodbye, Fitch.

Rankin Fitch: Well, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... How did you swing em, huh? How did you swing em your way? I hear you got ten votes. How'd you do that?

Nicholas Easter: [shrugs] I didn't swing anything. I just stopped you from stealing the thing. We let em vote their hearts. That means you lose. Enjoy your drink.

Rankin Fitch: What do you hope to achieve if you win? You gonna bring Jacob Wood back to life? No. You just ensure that his wife goes to the cemetery in a better car, and that the heel that she snaps on the way to the graveside belongs to a $1,200 shoe. You get your name in the paper. But Jacob Wood and all the other gun violence victims remain rotting in their crypts.

Rankin Fitch: Ladies and Gentlemen, this girl is an amateur. Do you understand? A dilettante. And I want this nonsense ended today! I want you to find her. I want you to contain her! Because you're losing me my jury!

Rankin Fitch: You may be right, but the thing of it is, I don't give a shit. What's more... I never have.

Rankin Fitch: [[w:Baptist|Baptists; [w:Democratic Party|Democrats] Ah, I hate ] almost as much as I hate ].

Rankin Fitch: We like fat women, people!

Rankin Fitch: Everybody has a secret they don't want you to find. Find it!

Rankin Fitch: [[w:King Solomon|King Solomon] You think your average juror is ]? No! He's a roofer with a mortgage. He wants to go home and sit in his Barcalounger and let the cable TV wash over him. And this man doesn't give a single, solitary droplet of shit about truth, justice or your American way.

Rankin Fitch: Gentlemen, trials are too important to be left up to juries.

Kryptonian Man: [[w:Joyce Kilmer#"Trees"|Trees; [w:Joyce Kilmer|Joyce Kilmer] Literature Lesson #35: "]" by ] of Earth. I think I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree . . .

Lex Luthor: (as the Kryptonian professor continues) He's not here, it's a voice from the past. Now that's cute, it's very cute.

Miss Teschmacher: I like trees!

Lex Luthor: So does your average cocker spaniel.

Lex Luthor: It's beautiful! It has everything.

Miss Teschmacher: Wrong.

Lex Luthor: Why didn't you go before we left?

Miss Teschmacher: That was two days ago.

Lex Luthor: Think of it. Three… count them, three supervillains! Each one with the powers of Superman! They'll need a contact here on Earth! Someone with the same wonderful contempt for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!

Royal Tenenbaum: Let's shag ass.

Royal Tenenbaum: He looks pretty good for a suicide. Attempted, anyway.

Royal Tenenbaum: I'm not talking about dance lessons. I'm talking about putting a brick through the other guy's windshield. I'm talking about taking it out and chopping it up.

Royal Tenenbaum: Anybody interested in grabbing a couple of burgers and hitting the cemetery?

Royal Tenenbaum: Hell of a damn grave. Wish it were mine.

Avery Tolar: Abby, the girl on the beach was a setup. They do things like that, in case the other enticements don't work.

Abby McDeere: What are they going to do to you?

Avery Tolar: Whatever it is, they did it a long time ago.

Avery Tolar: Do you think I'm talking about breaking the law?

Mitch McDeere: No, I'm just trying to figure out how far you want it bent.

Avery Tolar: As far as you can without breaking it.

Mitch McDeere: What led you to law school?

Avery Tolar: It's so far back I don't think I can remember.

Mitch McDeere: Sure you can, Counsellor.

Avery Tolar: I used to caddy for lawyers and their wives on summer weekends. I looked at those long tan legs and just knew I had to be a lawyer. The wives had long tan legs, too.

Royce McKnight: He lied about his brother.

Avery Tolar: Wouldn't you lie about having a felon in the family to get a job like this?

Bill DeVasher: He ought to be kept on a short leash.

Avery Tolar: Why? You've got nothing to be suspicious about.

Bill DeVasher: I get paid to be suspicious when I've got nothing to be suspicious about.

Avery Tolar: Being a tax lawyer's got nothing to do with the law. It's a game. We teach the rich how to play it so they can stay rich. The IRS keeps changing the rules so we can keep getting rich teaching them. It's a game...

Lex Luthor: There's a strong streak of good in you, Superman. But then nobody's perfect...almost nobody.

Lex Luthor: You were great in your day, Superman. But it just stands to reason, when it came time to cash in your chips, this old "diseased maniac" would be your banker. Mind over muscle?

Lex Luthor: Some can read War and Peace and come away thinking it's an adventure story. Others can open the wrappers of chewing gum and unlock the secrets of the universe.

Lex Luthor: [to Otis] Do you know why the number 200 is so vitally descriptive to both you and me? It's your weight and my I.Q.

Lex Luthor: I have to leave you now. No hard feelings. We all have our little faults. Mine's in California.

Lex Luthor: [repeated line; screams bloody murder] MISS TESCHMACHER-R-R-R-R-R!!!!

Lex Luthor: [after he's explained how a meteor from Krypton can kill Superman] Doesn't it give you kind of a, a, a...shudder...of electricity through you to be in the same room with me?

Lex Luthor: I told you. That's Kryptonite, Superman. Little souvenir from the old home town. I spared no expense to make you feel right at home.

Lex Luthor: This is Lex Luthor. Only one thing alive with less than four legs can hear this frequency, Superman, and that's you. In approximately five minutes, a poison gas pellet containing propane lithium compound will be released through thousands of air ducts in the city, effectively annihilating half the population of Metropolis.

Lex Luthor: Because if any human being were going to perpetrate such a fantastic hoax, it would've been me!

Lex Luthor: [watching Otis approaching the hideout] It's amazing that brain can generate enough power to keep those legs moving.

Harry Caul: [to Ann, in a dream] Listen, my name is Harry Caul. Can you hear me? Don't be afraid. I know you don't know who I am, but I know you. There isn't much to say about myself. I - was very sick when I was a boy. I was paralyzed in my left arm and my left leg. I couldn't walk for six months. One doctor said that I'd probably never walk again. My mother used to lower me into a hot bath - it was therapy. One time the doorbell rang and she went down to answer it. I started sliding down. I could feel the water starting to come up to my chin, up to my nose, and when I woke up, my body was all greasy from the holy oil she put on my body. I remember being disappointed I survived. When I was five, my father introduced me to a friend of his, and for no reason at all, I hit him right in the stomach with all my strength. He died a year later. He'll kill ya if he gets the chance. I'm not afraid of death but I am afraid of murder.

Harry Caul: Oh God, what I have done. I have to destroy the tapes. It cannot happen again. The family was murdered because of me. Oh God, no protection. I can find them wherever they go, and I can hear them.

Harry Caul: It had nothin to do with me, I mean, I just turned in the tapes...What they do with the tapes is their own business.

Harry Caul: [to an exhibitor] I build all my own equipment. Thank you.

Harry Caul: [in a confessional] Bless me Father for I have sinned. Three months since my last confession. I - these are my sins. Took the Lord's name in vain on several occasions. On a number of occasions, I've taken newspapers from the racks without paying for them. I've - deliberately taken pleasure in impure thoughts. I've been involved in some work that I think, I think will be used to hurt these two young people. It's happened to me before. People were hurt because of my work and I'm afraid it could happen again and I'm - I was in no way responsible. I'm not responsible. For these and all my sins of my past life, I am heartily sorry.

Harry Caul: [on the phone] This is Harry Caul from upstairs...Yes, well, thank you very much. Thank you...You're really very nice, yes, but...what I wanted to talk to you about was how did you put it in the apartment?...What about the alarm? Oh you did?...I thought I had the only key...well, what emergency could possibly...all right, yes. You see, I would be perfectly happy to have all my personal things burned up in a fire because I don't have anything personal. Nothing of value. No, nothing personal except my keys, you see, which I really would like to have the only copy of, Mrs. Evangelista. As of today, my mail will go to a post-office box with a combination on it and no keys. Goodbye.

John Herod: You're not fast enough for me!

Ellen: [after Herod accepts the Kid's challenge] You would fight your own son? I'm gonna kill you if I have to ride all the way to Hell to do it.

John Herod: Do you have some particular problem with me?

Ellen: I'll let you know.

John Herod: I said, are you still fast?!

Cort: Faster than you.