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Dixon Steele (Character)
from In a Lonely Place (1950)

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In a Lonely Place (1950)
Mildred Atkinson: Before I started to go to work at Paul's, I used to think that actors made up their own lines.
Dixon Steele: When they get to be big stars, they usually do.

Dixon Steele: Nobody can call me the things he did.
Laurel Gray: A blind, knuckle-headed squirrel. That's REAL bad.

Dixon Steele: There's no sacrifice too great for a chance at immortality.
Waiter: [rolls his eyes] Yes sir.

Dixon Steele: I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me.

Frances Randolph: Remember how I used to read to you?
Dixon Steele: Uh huh. Since then, I've learned to read by myself.

Dixon Steele: Go ahead and get some sleep and we'll have dinner together tonight.
Laurel Gray: We'll have dinner tonight. But not together.

Dixon Steele: It was his story against mine, but of course, I told my story better.

Actress in Convertible: Dix Steele ! How are you? Don't you remember me?
Dixon Steele: Sorry, can't say that I do.
Actress in Convertible: You wrote the last picture I did... at Columbia
Dixon Steele: Oh, I make it a point to never see pictures I write.

[referring to the book Dixon is supposed to adapt into a screenplay]
Mildred Atkinson: Oh I think it'll make a dreamy picture, Mr. Steele. What I call an epic.
Dixon Steele: And what do you call an epic?
Mildred Atkinson: Well, you know - a picture that's REAL long and has lots of things going on.

Capt. Lochner: Why didn't you call for a cab? Isn't that what a gentleman usually does under the circumstances?
Dixon Steele: Oh I didn't say I was a gentleman. I said I was tired.

Mildred Atkinson: It must be WONDERFUL to be a writer!
Dixon Steele: [sarcastically] Oh, thrilling!

Capt. Lochner: [Dixon has replied with sarcasm to Lochner's questions] You're told that the girl you were with last night was found in Benedict Canyon, murdered. Dumped from a moving car. What's your reaction? Shock? Horror? Sympathy? No - just petulance at being questioned. A couple of feeble jokes. You puzzle me, Mr. Steele.
Dixon Steele: Well, I grant you, the jokes could've been better, but I don't see why the rest should worry you - that is, unless you plan to arrest me on lack of emotion.

Dixon Steele: [noting the geography of their apartments] You know, Ms. Gray, you're one up on me - you can see into my apartment but I can't see into yours.
Laurel Gray: I promise you, I won't take advantage of it.
Dixon Steele: [wryly] I would, if it were the other way around.

Brub Nicolai: You know, I got married.
Dixon Steele: Why?
Brub Nicolai: Oh, I don't know. I guess she had a couple of bucks to spare.

Dixon Steele: [to Laurel] I've been looking for someone a long time... I didn't know her name or where she lived - I'd never seen her before. A girl was killed, and because of that, I found what I was looking for. Now I know your name, where you live, and how you look.

Laurel Gray: [on a scene in Dix's script] I love the love scene - it's very good.
Dixon Steele: Well that's because they're not always telling each other how much in love they are. A good love scene should be about something else besides love. For instance, this one. Me fixing grapefruit. You sitting over there, dopey, half-asleep. Anyone looking at us could tell we're in love.

Dixon Steele: Anything you want to make you happy?
Laurel Gray: [whispers into his ear] I wouldn't want anyone but you.

Dixon Steele: You know, you're out of your mind - how can anyone like a face like this? Look at it...
[leans in for a kiss]
Laurel Gray: I said I liked it - I didn't say I wanted to kiss it.

Dixon Steele: You annoy me!
Laurel Gray: If I do, it isn't intentional.

Dixon Steele: Oh, I love a picnic. Acres and acres of sand and all of it in your food.
Laurel Gray: Stop griping. Just lie still and inhale.
Dixon Steele: What, sand?
Laurel Gray: No, air - and don't let it go to your head.

Dixon Steele: You know, when you first walked into the police station, I said to myself, "There she is - the one that's different. She's not coy or cute or corny. She's a good guy - I'm glad she's on my side. She speaks her mind and she knows what she wants."
Laurel Gray: Thank you, sir. But let me add: I also know what I don't want - and I don't want to be rushed.

Dixon Steele: A man wants to apologize to you...

Frances Randolph: Do you look down on all women or just the ones you know?
Dixon Steele: I was pretty nice to you.
Frances Randolph: No, not to me. But you were pretty nice.

Frances Randolph: What's the matter, don't you like to talk anymore?
Dixon Steele: Not the people who have my number.

Laurel Gray: [Entering kitchen as Dix is sectioning a grapefruit] What happened to the grapefruit knife?
Dixon Steele: It was crooked and I straightened it.
Laurel Gray: Fool, it's supposed to be curved!
Dixon Steele: What? Wonder what they'll think of next!

Dixon Steele: [as Mel enters the house he intoduces him to Laurel] Oh, come in. Mr. Lippman, my agent.
[He intoduces Laurel to Mel]
Dixon Steele: Miss Gray, my alibi.

Dixon Steele: [to black man hosing down the sidewalk in front of the florist shop] Say, do me a favor, will you, pal?
Flower Shop Employee: Yes, sir.
Dixon Steele: I want to send two dozen white roses to a girl.
Flower Shop Employee: Yes, sir. Do you want to write a card?
Dixon Steele: No, there's no card. Her name's Mildred Atkinson.
Flower Shop Employee: Mildred Atkinson. Yes, sir. What's her address?
Dixon Steele: I don't know. Look it up in the papers. She was murdered last night.
Flower Shop Employee: Yes, sir.

Dixon Steele: It's much easier to get people's names into the papers than to keep them out.

Mildred Atkinson: [after summarizing a novel she's read] And, you know, there are lots of little plots and things I didn't even tell you about!
Dixon Steele: Thank you.

Dixon Steele: [verbally recreating a vehicular strangulation] You get to a lonely place in the road, and you begin to squeeze...

Dixon Steele: [on hearing a voice at the front door] My friend Charlie, who speaks but poetry and borrows but money.

Dixon Steele: Remind me to buy you a new tie.
[in a sarcastic retort to a comment by his agent Mel, in the bar scene]

Dixon Steele: There's no sacrifice too great for a chance at immortality.
[a non-sequitur said to a confused waiter, in the bar scene]
Waiter: Yes sir.
[being polite, then rolling his eyes as he walks away]