Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here.
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John Hartigan: An old man dies. A young woman lives. A fair trade. I love you, Nancy.
John Hartigan: I take away his weapon. Both of them.
Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.
John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.
Marv: He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams.
Dwight: Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.
John Hartigan: Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out.
Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.
Marv: Is that the best you can do, you pansies?
Klump: I can only express puzzlement, which borders on alarm.
Dwight: She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.
John Hartigan: There's wrong, and there's wrong, and there's *this*.
Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here.
Becky: Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
Marv: Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.
Yellow Bastard: A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
Marv: I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball.
Marv: That's one fine coat you're wearing.
Marv: I got you now, ya little bastard. Let's see you hop around now.
John Hartigan: Aim careful, and look the devil in the eye.
Marv: You can scream now if you want.
John Hartigan: After a while all I'm doing is punching wet chips of bone into the floorboards. So I stop.
Marv: I've been having so much fun I forgot to take my medicine.
Senator Roark: Tell anybody the truth and they're dead!
John Hartigan: You're just a horny ex-con watching an exotic dancer.
Shellie: You brought your whole pack with you? None of these losers got lives, they gotta hang with you?
Yellow Bastard: And it'd better be perfect or I'm gonna call my dad!
Dwight: First, we gotta rescue Gail. Then comes the kill. The big, fat kill.
John Hartigan: Eight long years, you son of a bitch!
Nancy Callahan: It has always been you. All these years...
Brian: Never give an Irishman a cause for revenge.
Brian: Suck on this, you stupid slag!
John Hartigan: So long, Junior. Been a pleasure.
Dwight: And everything seemed to be going so well.
Marv: Heading down for a midnight snack... and I can guess what kind.
Shellie: On a night like this everybody's looking for somebody stranger.
Shellie: Forget it, man, You can bang on that door *all* night if you want. There's no way in hell I'm letting you in.
Dwight: I tell little Miho what has to be done. Then I'll make the most important phone call in my life.
Dwight: Do I risk it all and take this cop down?
Jack Rafferty: This isn't funny... don't anybody laugh.
Marv: I try to slow my heart down and breathe the fire out of my lungs.
Nancy Callahan: Let me stay close. Nothing can happen to me when I'm with you.
Marv: It's okay, Lucille. I was just grazed.
Dwight: There's no use arguing with her, the ladies are their own enforcers.
Marv: Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.
The Salesman: I'll cash her check in the morning.
Dwight: A hardtop, with a decent engine. And make sure it's got a big trunk!
Dwight: Get that gun out of my face, Gail.
Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Jack Rafferty: Baby doll, I've had me one helluva bad day. I've been beaten up every time I turn around.
Manute: The truce of Sin City will be shattered. There'll be arrests, there'll be deaths. Nothing can stop this.
Becky: You're crazy! You could have ripped my throat out you crazy whore!
John Hartigan: You did it, Roarke. You beat me.
Jack Rafferty: Come on get in the car baby, we'll just talk it'd be nice.
Stuka: I knew there was a reason I got out of bed this morning.
Jack Rafferty: No questions, dammit. No questions. Now!
Marv: Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke but God knows why. With that body of her she can have any man she wants.
John Hartigan: An old man dies. A young woman lives. A fair trade. I love you, Nancy.
Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.
John Hartigan: And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I'll go punch out God.
Dwight: Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.
John Hartigan: Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out.
Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.
Klump: I can only express puzzlement, which borders on alarm.
John Hartigan: There's wrong, and there's wrong, and there's *this*.
Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here.
Becky: Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
Marv: Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.
Yellow Bastard: A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.
Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.
Marv: He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams.
Marv: Is that the best you can do, you pansies?
Dwight: She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.
Becky: Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
Yellow Bastard: A little old for my taste, but I can forgive that just this once!
Marv: I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball.
Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless old fart? Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you? Marv: What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.
Marv: Marv: Walk down the right back alley in Sin City... Bouncer: Leave your hands off Nancy! Marv: ... and you could find anything. Bouncer: That coat looks like Baghdad. So does your face. Take off! Bouncer: Urrrghh... aaahhhhh! Ahhh! Maeve: He's new here, Marv, he didn't know.
Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know... Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
Bob: I'm gonna get on the horn and wait for back-up. We're gonna wait for back-up! John Hartigan: Sure, Bob. You'll call for back-up. And we'll sit on our hands while that Roark brat gets his sick thrills from victim number four. Victim number four! Nancy Callahan. Age 11. She'll be raped and slashed to ribbons. And that back-up we're waiting on will just happen to show up late enough to let Roark get back home to his U.S. Senator daddy and everything will be fine until Junior gets the itch again. Bob: Take a deep breath, Hartigan. Settle down and think straight. You're pushing 60. You've got a bum ticker. You're not saving anybody. John Hartigan: You've got a great attitude, Bob. You're a great cop. A real credit to the force, you are. Bob: Eileen's home waiting for you. Think about Eileen. John Hartigan: Heck, Bob. Maybe you're right. Bob: I'm glad to hear you're finally talking sense! John Hartigan: Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement.
Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman. Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake. Dwight: You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush.
Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice. Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixie perched on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.
Jack Rafferty: You want to see it? You wanna see what I got? Becky: I've seen all shapes, all sizes. Jack Rafferty: You seen this one? Get in the car.
Priest #2: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... Marv: Would you get a move on already? I haven't got all night.
Marv: I got you now, ya little bastard. Let's see you hop around now.
