Mick: Hot shot cop! Your ass is *mine*!
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Ray Parkins: Give me what you got, twat lips, or I'll make your face have its first period!
Harry Callahan: Looks like I owe you one, meat head.
Ray Parkins: Why don't you suck my ass with a straw!
Hawkins: I'll show you how good dog shit is now, Callahan!
Senior Man: Best dang bus ride since I got put in that damn home.
Ray Parkins: You dipped your wick just like the rest of them!
Mick: Hot shot cop! Your ass is *mine*!
Mick: Oh, is this what you had in mind for me?
Ray Parkins: So, the bitch is here. Tell me, how's your *slut* sister?
Ray Parkins: Give me what you got, twat lips, or I'll make your face have its first period!
Harry Callahan: Looks like I owe you one, meat head.
Ray Parkins: Why don't you suck my ass with a straw!
Hawkins: I'll show you how good dog shit is now, Callahan!
Senior Man: Best dang bus ride since I got put in that damn home.
Ray Parkins: You dipped your wick just like the rest of them!
Mick: Hot shot cop! Your ass is *mine*!
Mick: Oh, is this what you had in mind for me?
Ray Parkins: So, the bitch is here. Tell me, how's your *slut* sister?
Burly Detective: What do ya think, a gang hit, screwed-up drug score, unlucky John, or an unhappy love affair? Huh? Don't tell me this shit's gettin' to ya. Not Harry Callahan. Say it ain't so. Harry Callahan: No, this stuff isn't gettin' to me. The knifings, the beatings, old ladies being bashed in the head for their Social Security checks, teachers being thrown out of a fourth-floor window because they don't give As, that doesn't bother me a bit. Burly Detective: Come on, Harry. Take it easy. Harry Callahan: Or this job, either. Having to wade through the scum of this city, being swept away by bigger and bigger waves of corruption, apathy and red tape. Nah, that doesn't bother me. But you know what does bother me? Burly Detective: What? Harry Callahan: You know what makes me really sick to my stomach? Burly Detective: What? Harry Callahan: Is watching you stuff your face with those hot dogs. Nobody, I mean NOBODY puts ketchup on a hot dog.
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.
Jennifer Spencer: I saw the commotion the other day; you're either a cop or public enemy number one. Harry Callahan: Heh. Some people might say both. Jennifer Spencer: Really, who? Harry Callahan: Oh, bozos with big brass nameplates on their desk and asses the shape of the seat of their chairs. Jennifer Spencer: Why? Harry Callahan: Ah, it's a question of methods. Everybody wants results but nobody wants to do what they have to do to get them done.
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.
Eddie: Hey, can't you see our sister's in mourning? Why don't you get the hell out of here? Harry Callahan: Why don't you boys suck some fish heads, huh? Mrs. Kruger: Don't even think about it! Harry Callahan: I'll come back, when you're less bereaved.
Lt. Donnelly: So this is your idea of rest and relaxation? Peace and quiet? Harry Callahan: Look, am I on the job or not? Lt. Donnelly: Yes, you are. Harry Callahan: Good. Then I'll get on it. Lt. Donnelly: It's not what you think. Remember that cock-shot stiff up near the cliff house? Harry Callahan: Yeah. Lt. Donnelly: He's been in the city for a few years now. Mostly clean, but definitely out in the shade. He seems strictly small-time. But maybe he just didn't get caught. Harry Callahan: What's your point? Lt. Donnelly: He came from San Paolo, born and raised. I want you to get down there and find out whatever you can. Harry Callahan: What is THIS bullshit? Lt. Donnelly: It's a murder case, Harry! Look, you wanna work, then work! You got you assignment, get on it! Lt. Donnelly: Take all the time you need. You don't have to hurry back!
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.
Bar Patron: Are you looking for trouble, pal? Harry Callahan: I'm looking for friends of George Wilburn. Bar Patron: What'd he do? Harry Callahan: He lost his balls... he got killed.
Ray Parkins: Yeah! I win again! What'd I tell you? Bull's eye. I always kick the shit out of you people. Who wants to play next? Ray Parkins: How about you? Ray Parkins: Huh? Ray Parkins: Shit, then, don't answer me. Bar Guy #2: I'll play you. Ray Parkins: Yeah, right! You suck! You couldn't even hit a pile of bullshit.
