French Connection II (1975)
Jimmy Doyle: Jack Daniel's.
French Barkeeper: Jacques qui?
Jimmy Doyle: Jackie, yeah, Jackie Daniel's.
French Barkeeper: ?
Jimmy Doyle: Scotch, right there, El Scotcho.
French Barkeeper: Whisky?
Jimmy Doyle: Here we go.
French Barkeeper: Avec glace? (With ice?)
Jimmy Doyle: Yeah, in a glass.
Jimmy Doyle: Ah, food. What do you do, cremate the fuckin' thing? D'you cremate it? Not enough ketchup and where's the mayo, mayonnaise, mayonnaise! Mayo, mayo, mayo, mayo, watch my fuckin mouth: MAYO!
French policeman: Mayo.
Jimmy Doyle: Mayo, right, and relish. Relish, relish.
French policeman: [proving that a word simple as this can be easily pronounced with a French accent] Relish.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: [drunk] You know, I had a tryout with the Yankees. You know what the Yankees are?
Inspector Henri Barthelemy: Yes. As in "Yankee go home."
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Yeah. NO! No, uh... Uh... no, the Yankee baseball... baseball team. Yeah, I had a tryout with them and... they sent me down to the... the minors. And the poblem... poblem... problem was that... there was a fuckin' kid there, and he was... the fastest bastard, he was fuckin' FAST. And he... he played shortstop at the time, and he... he could hit the ball a fuckin' ton. A fuckin' TON! You know what "fuck" means?
Inspector Henri Barthelemy: Yeah.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Yeah. Well, I was in spring training... and I saw this kid... and I just immediately took the test for cops. That kid was Mickey Mantle. You know who Mickey Mantle was? You fuckhead?
Inspector Henri Barthelemy: No, I can't say that I know.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: You don't know who Mickey Mantle was? Huh? How about Willie Mays? Say hey! Willie Mays! The mighty Willie Mays! See?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Max Lanier - a frog. Jean Kiley. You remember Jean Kiley?
Inspector Henri Barthelemy: Gene Kelly?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Gene... Not Gene Kelly! Jean Kiley! The fuckin' skier!
Inspector Henri Barthelemy: Oh - you mean Jean-Claude Killy.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: That's what I said! Yes. Fuck, yeah. Good athlete. Well, and... Whitey Ford. Goddamn. You know who Whitey Ford was? Oh... shit. He was a dandy little southpaw. That's what we called him. He was a dandy little southpaw.
Inspector Henri Barthelemy: Southpaw?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Yeah. He was a lefty.
Inspector Henri Barthelemy: You mean a Communist?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: No, he was a Republican. But he was somethin', I tell you. He was somethin'...
[Doyle doesn't speak French and is interrogating a suspect who doesn't speak English]
Jimmy 'Popey' Doyle: I'm gonna take you right down in that alley there. Right down there. And we'll start, we'll start on your throat, right here. Bustin' everything in it. You like that, uh. Then your belly. I'll start workin' on your belly. I'm gonna hit you so fuckin' hard, that the belly's gonna break your backbone.
Suspect: Je ne comprends pas.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: You compris that?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: No, you don't understand, huh? Then I'm gonna work on your arms. I'm gonna set 'em over a kerb. I'm gonna use 'em for a trampoline and jump up and down on 'em. And then your kneecaps. One, two. Kneecaps. Oatmeal. I'll mke oatmeal outta your fuckin' kneecaps. And when I get done with you, you're gonna put me right in Charnier's lap.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Hey, Miletto! Come on, get up here! I want you to ask this fuck somethin'. Ask him if he ever picked his feet in Poughkeepsie.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: I'll tell you what I found out. I found out that you eat shit, you fucking frog, you! You goddamn scumbag, you!
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Listen, asshole, tell me the truth. I was set up, wasn't I?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Whose idea was it?
Inspector Henri Barthelemy: What difference does it make?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: They sent me over here to work with you. You put me on the street, so Charnier could blow me away. That's beautiful. Beautiful.
Inspector Henri Barthelemy: Why didn't you figure this out earlier?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Why didn't I think of it earlier? Cuz I'm a bigger asshole than you are.
Brigidier General William Brian, Charnier's Accomplice: [in a restaurant,drinking wine] I wish this Blanc De Blanc would travel,I'd like to take twenty cases with me back to Washington.
Alain Charnier: All you Americans have that misconception.Wine will travel,it is people who have difficulty.
Alain Charnier: [the two are duck hunting] We should decide the matter of the rendezvous, a place to meet after you have made the delivery.
Brigidier General William Brian, Charnier's Accomplice: How's New York?
Alain Charnier: [laughs slightly] You know better than that, William. New York is hazardous to your health, at least to MY health. But it is an amusing city.
[shouts a command in French]
Brigidier General William Brian, Charnier's Accomplice: How did you do it,if it's not a secret?
Alain Charnier: Oh, it was very simple and very droll. 83 policemen wanted to talk to me, and 52 of them chose to talk to my money instead.I love a city where you always know where you stand.