Re: AFI\'s 100 movie quotes
I'm sorry, but I think I can end this debate for you right now.
I've never seen "Dirty Harry" and never will. Just not my kind of movie.
How do you know it's not your kind of movie if you've never seen any of the Dirty Harry movies? Are you basing your conclusion upon a general dislike of the genre? For example, I personally dislike musicals so I wouldn't be caught dead viewing a musical. Something like that?
I have never heard the quote about "Do I feel lucky".
That's a piece of
classic line from the very first Dirty Harry movie (1971). See below.
But, lord knows, I definitely know "Go ahead. Make my day."
That was from "Sudden Impact."
Here are all of the Dirty Harry movies in chronological order.
Dirty Harry (1971)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066999/
Magnum Force (1973)
http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0070355/
The Enforcer (1976)
http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0074483/
Sudden Impact (1983)
http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0086383/
The Dead Pool (1988)
http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0094963/
Of those, The Enforcer was my least favorite. The Dead Pool is surprisingly good, although I'm partial to anything with Patricia Clarkson in it.
It might surprise you how many "name stars" guest starred in the Dirty Harry movies.
Trivia: Albert Popwell played the bank robber ("Hey. I gots to know.") in Dirty Harry, J.J. Wilson (bad guy) in Magnum Force, (bad guy) 'Big' Ed Mustapha in The Enforcer, and (friend and partner) Horace King in Sudden Impact.
<u>Assorted Quotes from the Dirty Harry movies</u> Favorites in <font color="orange">orange</font>.
<font color="yellow">CAUTION: Some of the following quotes contain vulgarity that is not astericked out or otherwise hidden. Do not read if you are easily offended.</font>
Dirty Harry (1971)
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[after a battered crook has accused Harry of beating him]
Chief: Have you been following that man?
Harry Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him.
Chief: How?
Harry Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that's how!
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Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
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Bank Robber: I gots to know.
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[Harry is getting a dressing-down for his most recent arrest]
District Attorney Rothko: You're lucky I'm not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder.
Harry Callahan: What?
District Attorney Rothko: Where the hell does it say that you've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel? Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm saying is that man had rights.
Harry Callahan: Well, I'm all broken up over that man's rights!
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[Harry Callahan has to explain why he shot a man]
Harry Callahan: Well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard. That's my policy.
The Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that?
Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher's knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross!
[walks out of the room]
The Mayor (played by John Vernon, btw.
): He's got a point.
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Harry Callahan: You know, you're crazy if you think you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill again.
District Attorney Rothko: How do you know?
Harry Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.
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De Georgio: Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Fat Dagos, Niggers, Honkies, Chinks, you name it.
Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans?
De Georgio: Ask him.
Harry Callahan: Especially Spics. (said with a
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Harry Callahan: There must be something you can get him on.
Appellate Court Judge Bannerman: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk.
Harry Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that ballistics can't match the bullet up to this rifle?
District Attorney Rothko: It does not matter what ballistics can do. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. But it's inadmissible as evidence.
Harry Callahan: And who says that?
District Attorney Rothko: It's the law.
Harry Callahan: Well, then the law is crazy.
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Harry Callahan: What's that for?
Doctor: I'm going to cut open your trousers.
Harry Callahan: Save it. I'll take 'em off.
Doctor: That's gonna hurt.
Harry Callahan: For $29,50... let it hurt.
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Harry Callahan: Where's the girl?
The Killer: You tried to kill me!
Harry Callahan: If I tried to do that your head would be splattered all over this field - now WHERE'S THE GIRL?
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Magnum Force (1973)
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Harry Callahan: Well, I just work for the city, Briggs!
Lieutenant Briggs: So do I, longer than you, and I never had to take my gun out of its holster once. I'm proud of that.
Harry Callahan: Well, you're a good man, Lieutenant. A man's got to know his limitations.
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Harry Callahan: You know those guys?
Early Smith: They came through the Academy after me. They stick together like flypaper, you know? Everybody thought they were queer for each other.
Harry Callahan: Tell you something. If the rest of you could shoot like them, I wouldn't care if the whole damn department was queer.
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[speaking of the murdered gangsters]
Harry Callahan: Couldn't of happened to a nicer bunch of guys.
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[Harry is confronted by three of the vigilante cops]
Harry Callahan: You heroes killed a dozen people this week. What are you going to do next week?
Officer Davis: Kill a dozen more.
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Lieutenant Briggs: Suppose they panic and start shooting?
Harry Callahan: Nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot.
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Harry Callahan: Briggs, I hate the damn system, but until someone comes along with changes that make sense, I'll stick with it.
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[Harry and Walter are examining the car of the pimp shot to death]
Walter, Crime Scene Investigator: Now, he'd have to be standing right here, this close. Point-blank range.
Harry Callahan: The driver's license and a hundred dollar bill were out, almost like he was showing it to a traffic cop.
Walter, Crime Scene Investigator: Yeah. And from what we have it figures to be someone impersonating a police officer. On the cars at least, it's been done before. This close it would have to be someone he would never recognize.
Harry Callahan: Or never suspect.
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The Enforcer (1976)
[about Kate Moore]
Harry Callahan: She wants to play lumberjack, she's going to have to learn to handle her end of the log.
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[Callaghan learns he is being transferred to Personnel]
Harry Callahan: Personnel? That's for assholes!
Capt McKay: I was in Personnel for ten years.
Harry Callahan: Yeah.
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Kate Moore: You laugh at me and I'll shoot you where you stand.
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Harry Callahan: Here's a seven point suppository.
Capt McKay: What do you mean?
Harry Callahan: I mean stick it up your ass.
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[upon being dressed down by Capt McKay]
Harry Callahan: May I comment something?
Capt McKay: What is it?
Harry Callahan: You mouthwash ain't makin' it.
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Mustapha: You really *are* a dirty son of a bitch.
Harry Callahan: The dirtiest.
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[to black militant groupies]
Harry Callahan: That's mighty white of you.
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Frank DiGiorgio: [DiGiorgio is dying] Harry, the guy that stuck me. I recognized him. You remember that prostitute murder in the Fillmore District four, five years ago?
Harry Callahan: Yeah.
Frank DiGiorgio: One of the pimps, white guy, had one of those cutesy, little boy names; Billy, Jackie something like that; we liked him for it, Harry, we liked him a lot.
Harry Callahan: I remember we liked everybody in the District for that one.
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Harry Callahan: So, what's Henry Lee up to these days?
Mustapha: He went white. Why, did he do something else stupid?
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Harry Callahan: For $75, you get to make it with a rubber dolly.
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Sudden Impact (1983)
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[after losing a case in court, and having D'Ambrosia from the DA's office tell him that "You can't bust 'em because you
think they're dirty.
Psychic doesn't cut it anymore."]
Harry Callahan: Listen, punk. To me you're nothin' but dogshit, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dogshit. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog shits ya!
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[at a homicide crime scene where a guy was shot in the crotch, and then in the head]
Detective: Don't tell me this shit's getting to ya. Not Harry Callahan. Say it ain't so.
Harry Callahan: No this stuff isn't getting to me.The shootings, the knifings, the beatings, old ladies being bashed in the head for their Social Security checks, teachers being thrown out a fourth floow window because they don't give A's. That doesn't bother me a bit.
Detective: Come on, Harry, take it easy.
Harry Callahan: ...or this job, either, having wade through the scum of this city, being swept away by bigger and bigger waves of corruption, apathy and red tape. Naah, that doesn't bother me.
Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: [Do} you know what makes me really sict to my stomach?
Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: It's watching you stuff your face with those hot dogs. Nobody, I mean nobody puts ketchup on a hot dog. It's about us putting our finger in the hole while the whole damn dike's crumbling around us.
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[to a steet-punk/gang member who's harrassing her after she pulls up to a Stop sign]
Jennifer Spencer: Need a lift?
Punk [starts to think she's serious.]: Yeah baby.
Jennifer Spencer: Then, shove a jack up your ass! [peels out]
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Crook: What you doin', pig-head sucka?
Harry Callahan: Every day for the last ten years, Loretta there's been giving me a large black coffee. Today she gives me a large black coffee only it's got sugar in it, a LOT of sugar. I just came back to complain. Now you boys put those guns down.
Crook: Say what?!
Harry Callahan: Well, we're not just going to let you walk out of here.
Crook: Who's "we", sucka?
Harry Callahan: Smith, and Wesson, and me.
[shootout]
[Callahan dares a last crook to shoot his hostage]
Harry Callahan: Go ahead, make my day.
[Crook drops gun. Cops cuff crook.]
Harry Callahan: Call D'Ambrosia in the DA's office and ask him if coffee is psychic.
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Police Commissioner: Inspector, your methods are unconventional to say the least. Oh, you get results. But often your successes are more costly to this department in terms of expenses and physical destruction than most other men's failures.
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Police Commissioner: I think it would be wise if the Inspector took some time off.
Harry Callahan: Are you suspending me, sir?
Police Commissioner: No, I'm saying you take a vacation until this cools off.
Harry Callahan: But I'm not up for a vacation!
Police Commissioner: Callahan, I'm not going to fence with you. Take a few days off.
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Captain Briggs: Don't you lecture me, you son of a bitch! Do you know who I am? Do you know my record?
Harry Callahan: Yeah... you're a legend in your own mind.
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Harry Callahan: Do you know the emergency phone number for San Francisco General? Well, why don't you call them right now and have them send down an ambulance. Tell them there's two sorry-looking assholes here with multiple contusions and various abrasions and broken bones.
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Restaurant Employee: What happened?
Harry Callahan: Somebody grabbed their chest. Must have seen the bill.
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Captain Briggs: Is it your job to harrass and incite an old man into a heart attack?
Harry Callahan: My job is to investigate homicide. Thjat old man happens to be one of the biggest crime lords on the west coast. How the hell was I supposed to know he was going to vapor lock?
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Harry Callahan: I'm looking for friends of George Wilbur.
Bar Patron: What'd he do?
Harry Callahan: He lost his balls... he got killed.
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Captain Briggs: Think things over, Callahan. Get with it. It's a whole new ball game these days.
Harry Callahan: Funny. I never thought of it as a game.
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[Horace King, a buddy of Harry's sneaks on Harry at the range with a 12-gauge. Harry whips around and puts the barrel of his new gun to Horace's forehead]
Harry Callahan: Good morning Horace.
Horace King: Sweet sister Sadie. When the hell did you get that?
Harry Callahan: I've had it awhile. I just thought I'd get used to it.
Horace King: I heard about the car. Fabulous them coming after you in tanks.
Harry Callahan: Yeah, they're making those these days, for sheiks, business executives, ...hoods. Impregnible to about anything but artillery.
Horace King: Well, you got that covered.
[Horace shoots a target with the 12 gauge]
Harry Callahan: Not bad.
Horace King: Not bad my ass. You've got to strain the remains for the fingerprints.
Harry Callahan: Well, this is the 44 Magnum Automag, and it holds a 300 grain cartridge, and if properly used it can remove the fingerprints.
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[speaking of a Bulldog, "Meat Head," that a friend (Horace King) gave Harry as a gift]
Coffee Shop Waitress: Hey, mister. Is that your dog?
Harry Callahan: Why? Do you want him?
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Harry Callahan: Looks like I owe you one, meat head.
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The Dead Pool (1988)
[Talking to Peter Swan about being on the list]
Harry Callahan: Maybe I'll start my own dead pool... and put you on it.
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[when Lt. Ackerman commented about it looking good for the dept. by Harry being partnered with a Chinese-American}
Harry Callahan: Do you have any kids, lieutenant?
Lt. Ackerman: No.
Harry Callahan: Lucky for them.
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Harry Callahan: You forgot your fortune cookie.
Gunman #1: [Yelling] What?
Harry Callahan: It says..."You're shit out of luck."
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[to Lt. Ackerman]
Harry Callahan: Well, opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one.
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Harry Callahan: Do you like cops?
Samantha Walker: As long as they're not in my rearview mirror.
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Harlan Rook: Now you've locked yourself in, asshole!
Harry Callahan: Yeah. Just you and me, asshole.
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Harry Callahan: You're out of bullets. And you know what that means... you're shit outta luck.
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Harry Callahan: She's right. Oh you can set yourself into a bonfire, we'll break out the marshmallows and the weenies, but you ain't gonna be on "News at Eleven".
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