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: Who bought you? Hatcher
: You're bought as soon as they pay you a salary.
: I know, Sol, you've told me a hundred times before. People were better, the world was better... Sol
: Ah, people were always lousy... But there was a world, once.
: I was there, I can prove it! When I was a kid, you could buy meat anywhere! Eggs they had, real butter! Not this... crap!
: Why, in my day, you could buy meat anywhere! Eggs they had, real butter! Fresh lettuce in the stores. Det. Thorn
: I know, Sol, you told me before.
: Would you believe bodyguards are buying strawberries for 150 D's a jar?
: You know what, Lieutenant. Hatcher
: What? Det. Thorn
: [tossing back Hatcher's wristwatch
] I think it really is broken this time.
: [inquiring about her incinerator
] Used it lately? Martha Phillips
: It doesn't work. Det. Thorn
: What does?
: I should've offered you something, Mr. Thorn. Det. Thorn
: If I'd had the time, I would've asked for it.
] Det. Thorn
: Ocean's dying, plankton's dying... it's people. *Soylent Green is made out of people.* They're making our food out of people. Next thing they'll be breeding us like cattle for food. You've gotta tell them. You've gotta tell them! Hatcher
: I promise, Tiger. I promise. I'll tell the Exchange. Det. Thorn
: You tell everybody. Listen to me, Hatcher. You've gotta tell them! Soylent Green is people! We've gotta stop them somehow!
: And what about the furniture? Det. Thorn
: [motions to chest
] Like grapefruit. Hatcher
] You never saw a grapefruit. Det. Thorn
: You never saw her.
[Shirl tells Thorn that she's getting a new tenant
] Det. Thorn
: He'll like you. You're a helluva piece of furniture. Shirl
: Don't talk to me like that. Please. Det. Thorn
: There was a world, once, you punk. Det. Thorn
: Yes, so you keep telling me. Sol
: I was there. I can prove it. Det. Thorn
: I know, I know. When you were young, people were better. Sol
: Aw, nuts. People were always rotten. But the world 'was' beautiful.
: You know, there are 20 million guys out of work in Manhattan alone just waiting for my job.
: [Det. Thorn takes a cigarette from one of the girls at the party and smokes it
] You know if I were rich, I would smoke one of these a day.
: There's nothing I can do for you furniture - I got nothing to give.
: [through the audio system
] I've lived too long. Det. Thorn
: No. Sol
: I love you, Thorn. Det. Thorn
] I love you, Sol.
: Turn the air conditioning way up! Shirl
: Way up! We'll make it as cold as winter used to be!
: What's the story with the Simonson homicide? Det. Thorn
: It was carefully set up to make it look like he was killed after he caught some punk burglarizing his apartment. Hatcher
: What do you think it was? Det. Thorn
: It was an assassination. A well-planned assassination. Hatcher
: You know this for a fact? Det. Thorn
: Four reasons. One: the alarm system in the building was out of order for the first time in two years. Two: the bodyguard who was supposed to be protecting him was conveniently out shopping. Three: the punk that broke into the apartment didn't take anything. And four: the punk who killed Simonson was no punk because he used a meat hook instead of a gun to make it look like a punk. Hatcher
: Well, if the punk didn't take anything from the apartment, what did you take? Det. Thorn
: Everything I could lay my hands on.
: [Thorn is seeing the beautiful images shown in Sol's euthanasia chamber
] Can you see it? Det. Thorn
: [choked up
] Yes... Sol
: Isn't it beautiful? Det. Thorn
: Oh, yes... Sol
: I told you. Det. Thorn
] How could I know? How could I... how could I ever imagine...?
: I don't know why I bother! Det. Thorn
: Because it's your job. Besides, you love me.
: I'm getting pretty sick of you. Sol
: Yes, but you love me.
: So, you finally made it. Do you know what time it is? Det. Thorn
: You tell me. You're the only one here who has a wristwatch. Hatcher
: I can't. The damn thing won't run.