L.A. Confidential

Captain Dudley Smith: I admire you as a policeman, particularly your adherence to violence as a necessary adjunct to the job. Jack Vincennes: Oh, lookee here, the great jerk off case of 1953. Captain Dudley Smith: I wouldn't trade places with Edmund Exley right now for all the whisky in Ireland. Captain Dudley Smith: Wendell, I'd like full and docile co-operation on every topic. Dick Stensland: We'll do the town one night on me. Bud White: I'll bring my wallet just in case. Brett Chase: Excuse me, ma'am. Just the facts. Captain Dudley Smith: You'll do as I say, and ask no questions. Do you follow my drift? Bud White: In technicolor, sir. Dick Stensland: I got a hot date. Bud White: Yeah? Who is she and what did you arrest her for? Ed Exley: I'm talking about the gas chamber, and you haven't even asked me what this is about. You've got a big "Guilty" sign around your neck. Jack Vincennes: Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner. Jack Vincennes: Why don't you and I go someplace quiet cause I'd love to give you the low-down on Mitchum. Jack Vincennes: Why in the world do you wanna go digging any deeper into the Nite Owl killings, Lieutenant? Ed Exley: Rollo Tomasi. Jack Vincennes: Is there more to that or am I supposed to guess? Jack Vincennes: I'm the technical advisor. I teach Brett Chase how to walk and talk like a cop. Jack's Dancing Partner: Brett Chase doesn't walk and talk like you. Jack Vincennes: Well, that's 'cause he's the television version. America isn't ready for the real me. Pierce Patchett: I use girls that look like movie stars. Sometimes I employ a plastic surgeon. When the work had been done, that's when you saw us. Bud White: That's why her mother couldn't I.D. her. Jesus fucking Christ. Pierce Patchett: No, Mr. White. Pierce Morehouse Patchett. Johnny Stompanato: You want an autograph? Write to MGM. Ed Exley: Since when do two-bit hoods and hookers give out autographs? Johnny Stompanato: What'd you say to me? Ed Exley: LAPD. Sit down. Lana Turner: Who in the hell do you think you are? Jack Vincennes: Ed... Ed Exley: Take a walk, honey, before I haul your ass downtown. Johnny Stompanato: You are making a large mistake. Lana Turner: Get away from our table. Ed Exley: Shut up! A hooker cut to look like Lana Turner is still a hooker. Johnny Stompanato: Hey! Ed Exley: She just looks like Lana Turner. Jack Vincennes: She is Lana Turner. Ed Exley: What? Jack Vincennes: She is Lana Turner. Ed Exley: Why did you become a cop? Jack Vincennes: I don't remember. Ed Exley: I heard you like to shoot dogs. Ray Collins: Dogs got no reason to live. [Dick Stensland arrives with liquor for a party.] Officer: What took you, Stensland? Dick Stensland: My partner stopped to help a damsel in distress. He's got his priorities all screwed up. Bud White: I'd like to see you again. Lynn Bracken: Are you asking me for a date or an appointment? Bud White: I don't know. Lynn Bracken: Well if you're asking me for a date I should know your first name. Bud White: Forget it. It was a mistake. Bud White: Merry Christmas. Lynn Bracken: Merry Christmas to you, officer. Bud White: That obvious, huh? Lynn Bracken: It's practically stamped on your forehead. Lynn Bracken: There's blood on your shirt. Is that an integral part of your job? Bud White: Yeah. Lynn Bracken: Do you enjoy it? Bud White: When they deserve it. Lynn Bracken: Did they deserve it today? Bud White: I'm not sure. Lynn Bracken: But you did it anyway. Bud White: Yeah, just like the half dozen guys you screwed today. Lynn Bracken: Well, actually, it was only two. Ed Exley: All I ever wanted was to measure up to my father. Bud White: Now's your chance. He died in the line of duty, didn't he? Lynn Bracken: You say fuck a lot. Bud White: You fuck for money. Sid Hudgeons: Off the record, on the QT, and very hush-hush. Lynn: You're the first man in five years who didn't tell me I look like Veronica Lake inside of a minute. Bud White: You look better than Veronica Lake. Lynn Bracken: I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can't hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he treats me like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money. Dudley Smith: Go back to Jersey, Sonny. This is the City of the Angels and you haven't got any wings. Captain Dudley Smith: Don't start tryin' to do the right thing, boy-o. You haven't the practice. Captain Dudley Smith: I doubt you've ever taken a stupid breath. Don't start now. Captain Dudley Smith: Our justice must be swift and merciless. Bud White: The Night Owl case made you. Do you want to tear all that down? Ed Exley: With a wrecking ball. You want to help me swing it? [Bud dunks the D.A.'s head in a toilet to make him talk.] Ellis Loew: Pull him off me, Exley! Ed Exley: I don't know how. [Bud grabs Johnny Stompanato by the testicles to get him to talk.] Bud White: What do I get if I give you your balls back, you wop cocksucker? [Exley has to perform the interrogation.] Jack Vincennes: Are you sure Golden Boy is up to the task, Cap? Capt. Dudley Smith: Oh, I think you'd be surprised what the lad is capable of. [One of Lynn's clients refuses to leave. Bud White flashes his badge.] Bud White: LAPD, shitbird. Get the fuck outta here or I'll call your wife to come get you! Sid Hudgens: "It's Christmas Eve in the City of Angels and while decent citizens sleep the sleep of the righteous, hopheads prowl for marijuana not knowing that a man is coming to stop them! Celebrity crimestopper Jack Vincennes, scourge of grasshoppers and dopefieds everywhere!" Ya like it, Jackie-Boy? Jack Vincennes: Yeah. Subtle. 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