Winter Kills (1979)

John Huston: Pa Kegan

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• Pa Kegan : I'm all that's standing between you and darkest night, son. The other side of me, there's Chaos.

• Pa Kegan : I got sixty million bucks riding on that ship, kiddo, and you leave her like a Friday-night hooker.

• Pa Kegan : Looks like you were telling the truth.

  Nick Kegan : Truth? Pa, I'm your son.

  Pa Kegan : Ah, you always had an excitable imagination. For a while, as a boy, I was afraid you might turn out to be a fag.

  Nick Kegan : You're a real winner, Pa.

• Pa Kegan : You ain't a piano player, you ain't an artist. You got no business sense, no political sense. What the hell do you want anyway? Where are your values in life?

  Nick Kegan : I honestly don't know.

  Pa Kegan : Do you get laid? I ask you, do you get laid?

  Nick Kegan : Yeah.

  Pa Kegan : Do you know how many times your brother got laid when he was in office?

  Nick Kegan : What are you, the 'National Inquirer'?

  Pa Kegan : One thousand seventy-two, and with a schedule like his.

• Pa Kegan : Take these brass knuckles too but don't lose them, they have a sentimental value

• Pa Kegan : What am I gonna do with these girls, Mr. Secretary? First they're hot, then they're cold.

  Secretary of State : When she's hot again, send her over.

  Second Blonde Girl : I'm always hot.

• Pa Kegan : What do you think these girls are doing under this blanket, son?

• Nick Kegan : We need help in this.

  Pa Kegan : Help? Like who? The CIA? They smuggle my cigars from Havana, that's what they do. Import, export.

• Pa Kegan : Spent a lot of money in that state. I mean, over-the-counter, under-the-table, tucked-into-a-box-of-cigars money.

• Pa Kegan : My International Vice President, John Cerruti, has files on the high and mighty, and the low and ornery, that make the CIA record look like a corner newsstand. Information's power. And now we're gonna use it.

• Pa Kegan : You won't need the vet.

  Nick Kegan : The vet?

  Pa Kegan : Yeah, the vet for Cocoa. Your mother passed out last night and smothered the mutt in her sleep.

  Nick Kegan : Oh, no.

  Pa Kegan : Yeah. Sleeps with the damn dog. Crazy woman.

• Nick Kegan : You're bringing the confession to the President?

  Pa Kegan : Hell, no. That moron can't read to find the men's room.

• Pa Kegan : Here's a map on how to get there. He's south of Tulsa. It's all arranged. Take it. Take it!

  Nick Kegan : Okay, Pa. For the family.

• Pa Kegan : You go to some dame you got the hots for and spill everything.

• Pa Kegan : What the hell were you doing with that broad at lunch today?

• Pa Kegan : I forgot. You're the boy scout of the family. Tim always shared information on his broads.

  Nick Kegan : I'm not Tim.

• Pa Kegan : What did Mentor know? Nothing. You tell that broad of yours she owes you 15 grand.

• Pa Kegan : You think I'm in control here? I'm nothing but a damn front. Cerruti's run everything since the day Tim was shot. And, the darndest part, don't even give himself a raise. Lives in Brooklyn, in a rabbit hole.

• Pa Kegan : Look, I'm an old man: skin sagging, false teeth, eyes milking over. But I've been holding this thing together with the minutes ticking by 'cause when this old clock comes undone, you watch where the wheels will fly.

• Pa Kegan : A wise man fools the doctors.

• Pa Kegan : Petty thief? Hell, I'm the king of thieves, The Jupiter of thieves.

• Pa Kegan : God, son, it must've been the milkman after all, 'cause you sure as hell ain't no part of me.

• Pa Kegan : You begging to die? You got eyes in that empty head?