The Long Goodbye (1973)
Philip Marlowe: Nobody cares but me.
Terry Lennox: Well that's you, Marlowe. You'll never learn, you're a born loser.
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, I even lost my cat.
Philip Marlowe: Excuse me, I don't see any Courry Brand cat food here.
Supermarket clerk: Some what?
Philip Marlowe: Some Courry Brand cat...
Supermarket clerk: Could you spell that?
Philip Marlowe: Courry Brand, C-O-U-R-R...
Supermarket clerk: Oh, we're all out of that. Why don't you get this. All this shit is the same anyways.
Philip Marlowe: You don't happen to have a cat by any chance?
Supermarket clerk: What do I need a cat for, I've got a girl.
Philip Marlowe: Ha, ha. He's got a girl, I got a cat.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: What'll you have?
Philip Marlowe: What are you drinking?
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: What I'm drinking is called Aquavit.
Philip Marlowe: I'm drinking what you're drinking.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: Well God bless you. I like to hear that. People these days go, "Oh, I want a little of this. Oh, and a little of that and a twist of lemmon." Balls!
Marty Augustine: Your friend was a murderer and a thief.
Philip Marlowe: That's a lie. I know he didn't kill her.
Marty Augustine: Let me tell you something else. It's a minor crime, to kill your wife. The major crime is that he stole my money. Your friend stole my money, and the penalty for that is capital punishment.
Colony guard: Oh. Hi, Mr. Lennox. Say, you're up kinda late.
Terry Lennox: Come on, lay it on me.
Colony guard: Okay. Let's see, I didn't - Barbara Stanwyck, I've been working on Barbara Stanwyck.
[as Barbara Stanwyck]
Colony guard: 'I don't understand. I don't understand it at all. I've never understood it, Walter. I just don't understand why I don't understand it all. I don't...
Terry Lennox: Okay, just remember that and you'll be alright.
Marty Augustine: I didn't have any pubic hair until I was 15 years old.
Philip Marlowe: Oh yeah, you must have looked like one of the Three Little Pigs.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: Do you ever think about suicide, Marlboro?
Philip Marlowe: Me, I don't believe in it.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: I tell you what we're gonna do, Marlboro. You're gonna take that goddamn J.C. Penney tie off and we're gonna have an old fashioned man to man drinking party.
Philip Marlowe: Well, that's okay but I'm not taking off the tie.
[Marlowe is being interrogated. Green and Farmer watch from behind the mirror]
Det. Green: There he is, a real cutie pie.
Det. Farmer: He's a smartass.
Det. Green: That's what I meant.
Det. Farmer: Why don't you learn to say what you mean?
[Augustine has found a $5000 bill in Marlowe's pocket]
Marty Augustine: What's that?
Philip Marlowe: A picture of James Madison.
Marty Augustine: It's a $5000 bill.
Philip Marlowe: I know.
Marty Augustine: Where'd you get this?
Philip Marlowe: A box of crackerjacks, came as a prize.
Det. Green: He's the cutie pie, you're the smartass, you little honky bastard.
Philip Marlowe: Listen Harry, in case you lose me in traffic, this is the address where I'm going. You look great.
Harry: Thank you.
Philip Marlowe: I'd straighten your tie a little bit. Harry, I'm proud to have you following me.
Marty Augustine: [to Joanne] Look at that face. Is that a face for a magazine cover? The profile. You're beautiful, and I love you. I sleep with a lot of women; I make love to you. The single most important person in my life, next to my family. Is that right, Pepe? Huh?
[smashes a coke bottle on her face]
Marty Augustine: Get her out of here!
Marty Augustine: Now, that's someone I love! And you I don't even like! You got an assignment, cheapie: find my money!
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: You know, if I could just get you to understand that when a writer can't write, it's just like being impotent.
Eileen Wade: I understand what that's like, too.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: Oh, you do, do you? You do? BALLS, BABY, BALLS!
Dr. Verringer: I apologize for this intrusion, Mrs. Wade, but your husband dislikes paying his bills. I'm sorry; in future I must refuse to accept him as a patient.
Philip Marlowe: Well we don't accept you as a doctor, quack.
Eileen Wade: Listen, would you like something to eat?
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, I guess if you've got some cold bologna, mayonnaise and bread I'll hang around for a while.
Philip Marlowe: Who were the three DiMaggio brothers?
Terry Lennox: Vince, Dom, and, uh, Joe?
Philip Marlowe: Joltin' Joe, yeah.
Det. Green: Your name Marlowe?
Philip Marlowe: No, my name is Sidney, uh, Jenkins.
Det. Green: Come on inside, Marlowe, we want to talk to you.
Detective: Listen - what are you here for, Marlowe?
Philip Marlowe: [smearing fingerprint ink under his eyes] Well I'm here 'cause I'm gettin' ready for the big game Saturday. You know, we're playing Notre Dame and I hope I catch a touchdown pass.
Philip Marlowe: [Riley is playing Williams and Mercer's "The Long Goodbye" on the piano] You practicing for the Hit Parade?
Riley: Gotta learn this goddamn thing... he thinks it'll beef up the lunch trade.
Philip Marlowe: [surveying the empty bar] Yeah, I don't see anybody waitin' on line.
Riley: As cheap as I work, he cannot lose.
Dave aka Socrates: [rambling from his prison cell] "Possession" is what you get in here now. Possession of noses, possession of gonads, possession of life. It's a weird world. Listen, some day, some day, all the pigs are gonna be in here, and the people are gonna be out there.
Philip Marlowe: You can bet on that. Listen Dave, remember, you're not in here, it's just your body.
Marty Augustine: You know what night this is? This is Friday night. It's Shabbas. You know where I'm supposed to be? Temple.
Roger Wade aka Billy Joe Smith: [on Dr. Verringer to party guests as Verrigner stands before him] You know, this son of a bitch - let me tell you one thing about this bastard. He is the epitome of what's wrong - with this world - he really is actually, 'cause he pretends to cure people. Can you cure people?