Out of the Past (1947)
[Kathie is playing roulette]
Jeff Bailey: That's not the way to win.
Kathie Moffat: Is there a way to win?
Jeff Bailey: There's a way to lose more slowly.
Whit Sterling: Joe couldn't find a prayer in the Bible.
Kathie Moffat: I didn't know what I was doing. I, I didn't know anything except how much I hated him. But I didn't take anything. I didn't, Jeff. Don't you believe me?
Jeff Bailey: Baby, I don't care.
Kathie Moffat: I don't want to die.
Jeff Bailey: Neither do I, baby, but if I have to, I'm going to die last.
Jeff Bailey: I sell gasoline, I make a small profit. With that I buy groceries. The grocer makes a profit. We call it earning a living. You may have heard of it somewhere.
Whit Sterling: My feelings? About ten years ago, I hid them somewhere and haven't been able to find them.
Leonard Eels: All women are wonders, because they reduce all men to the obvious.
Meta Carson: So do martinis.
Kathie Moffat: Oh Jeff, you ought to have killed me for what I did a moment ago.
Jeff Bailey: [dryly] There's time.
Jeff Bailey: I didn't know you were so little.
Kathie Moffat: I'm taller than Napoleon.
Jeff Bailey: You're prettier, too.
Jeff Bailey: How big a chump can you get to be? I was finding out.
Jeff Bailey: You can never help anything, can you? You're like a leaf that the wind blows from one gutter to another.
Jeff Bailey: It was the bottom of the barrel, and I was scraping it.
Kathie Moffat: Don't you see you've only me to make deals with now?
Jeff Bailey: Build my gallows high, baby.
Kathie Moffat: Can't you even feel sorry for me?
Jeff Bailey: I'm not going to try.
Kathie Moffat: Jeff...
Jeff Bailey: Just get out, will you? I have to sleep in this room.
Jeff Bailey: Why me?
Whit Sterling: Well, I know a lot of smart guys, and a few honest ones. And you're both.
Jeff Bailey: [answering the door] Well, the last guy in the world...
Whit Sterling: I hate surprises myself. You wanna just shut the door and forget it?
Whit Sterling: You just sit and stay inside yourself. You wait for me to talk. I like that.
Jeff Bailey: I never found out much listening to myself.
Leonard Eels: Your uh... cousin is a very charming young lady.
Jeff Bailey: No he isn't. His name is Norman, and he's a bookmaker in Cleveland Ohio.
Whit Sterling: You're gonna take the rap and play along. You're gonna make every exact move I tell you. If you don't, I'll kill you. And I'll promise you one thing: it won't be quick. I'll break you first. You won't be able to answer a telephone or open a door without thinking, 'This is it.' And it when it comes, it still won't be quick. And it won't be pretty. You can take your choice.
Jeff Bailey: Let's go down to the bar. We can cool off while we try to impress each other.
Jeff Bailey: Nothing in the world is any good unless you can share it.
Jeff Bailey: You say to yourself, "How hot can it get?" Then, in Acapulco, you find out.
Jack Fisher: You know, a dame with a rod is like a guy with a knitting needle.
Jeff Bailey: You know, maybe I was wrong and luck is like love. You have to go all the way to find it.
Ann Miller: You do to keep it.
Jeff Bailey: Now, do you wanna talk business, or do you wanna play house...?
Jeff Bailey: [allowing one slap but blocking a second] That evens us. Now fold your hands or I'll fold 'em for you!
Joe Stephanos: I often wondered what happened to him. Then one day I'm breezing through here, and there's his name up on a sign.
Marny, diner owner: It's a small world.
Joe Stephanos: Yeah. Or a big sign.
Marny, diner owner: Two things I can smell inside a hundred feet: a burnin' hamburger and a romance.
Jim 'Jimmy': You got a customer.
Marny, diner owner: [to Joe] What'll ya have?
Joe Stephanos: [not bothering to take the cigarette out of his mouth] Coffee.
Marny, diner owner: Nothing else?
Joe Stephanos: Cream.
Meta Carson: You are an idiot.
Jeff Bailey: So's he.
Meta Carson: You think so?
Jeff Bailey: Why not? He's in love with you.
Kathie Moffat: There's a cantina down the street called Pablo's. It's nice and quiet. The man there plays American music for a dollar. Sip bourbon and shut your eyes... it's like a little place on 56th Street. I sometimes go there.
Kathie Moffat: Oh, Jeff. I've missed you. I've wondered about you and prayed you'd understand. Can you understand?
Jeff Bailey: You prayed, Kathie?
Jeff Bailey: I never saw her in the daytime. We seemed to live by night. What was left of the day went away like a pack of cigarettes you smoked. I didn't know where she lived. I never followed her. All I ever had to go on was a place and time to see her again. I don't know what we were waiting for. Maybe we thought the world would end.
Ann Miller: They say the day you die your name is written in the clouds.
Kathie Moffat: You don't know Whit. He won't forget.
Jeff Bailey: Everybody forgets.
Kathie Moffat: Not Whit.
Jeff Bailey: So we'll send him a postcard every Christmas.
Kathie Moffat: Jeff, I'm glad you're not afraid of him.
Jeff Bailey: I've been afraid of half the things I ever did.
Kathie Moffat: And this time?
Jeff Bailey: I'm only afraid you might not go.
Kathie Moffat: Don't be. I'll be there tomorrow.
Jeff Bailey: I like surprises. When I was a kid, we were so busted that if we got anything at all for Christmas it was a big surprise.
Jeff Bailey: If you'll drop this Junior League patter we may get the conversation down where it belongs.
Meta Carson: You worried about something?
Jeff Bailey: I don't know. Should I be?
Meta Carson: Not if you do what you're told.
Jeff Bailey: That's why I'm here. I do what I'm told. People trust me. Whit even trusts me twice. Do you?
Meta Carson: Just as far as I have to.