Out of the Past (1947)
[Kathie is playing roulette]
Jeff: That's not the way to win.
Kathie: Is there a way to win?
Jeff: There's a way to lose more slowly.
Kathie: 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: Baby, I don't care.
Whit: My feelings? About ten years ago, I hid them somewhere and haven't been able to find them.
Eels: All women are wonders, because they reduce all men to the obvious.
Meta Carson: So do martinis.
Jeff: I didn't know you were so little.
Kathie: I'm taller than Napoleon.
Jeff: You're prettier, too.
Jeff: 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.
Kathie: Can't you even feel sorry for me?
Jeff: I'm not going to try.
Jeff: Just get out, will you? I have to sleep in this room.
Kathie: Oh Jeff, you ought to have killed me for what I did a moment ago.
Jeff: [dryly] There's time.
Jeff: You can never help anything, can you? You're like a leaf that the wind blows from one gutter to another.
Jeff: How big a chump can you get to be? I was finding out.
Jeff: It was the bottom of the barrel, and I was scraping it.
Jeff: Nothing in the world is any good unless you can share it.
Fisher: You know, a dame with a rod is like a guy with a knitting needle.
Jeff: You know, maybe I was wrong and luck is like love. You have to go all the way to find it.
Ann: You do to keep it.
Jeff: 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.
Jeff: [answering the door] Well, the last guy in the world...
Whit: I hate surprises myself. You wanna just shut the door and forget it?
Whit: You just sit and stay inside yourself. You wait for me to talk. I like that.
Jeff: I never found out much listening to myself.
Joe: I often wondered what happened to him. Then one day I'm breezing through here, and there's his name up on a sign.
Marney - Diner Owner: It's a small world.
Joe: Yeah. Or a big sign.
Marney - Diner Owner: Two things I can smell inside a hundred feet: a burnin' hamburger and a romance.
Jim: You got a customer.
Marney - Diner Owner: [to Joe] What'll ya have?
Joe: [not bothering to take the cigarette out of his mouth] Coffee.
Marney - Diner Owner: Nothing else?
Eels: Your uh... cousin is a very charming young lady.
Jeff: No he isn't. His name is Norman, and he's a bookmaker in Cleveland Ohio.
Whit: 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: Let's go down to the bar. We can cool off while we try to impress each other.
Meta Carson: You are an idiot.
Jeff: So's he.
Meta Carson: You think so?
Jeff: Why not? He's in love with you.
Jeff: You say to yourself, "How hot can it get?" Then, in Acapulco, you find out.
Jeff: Now, do you wanna talk business, or do you wanna play house...?
Jeff: [allowing one slap but blocking a second] That evens us. Now fold your hands or I'll fold 'em for you!
Kathie: If it gets too lonely, there's a little 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.
Jeff: I'll wear my earrings.
Kathie: I sometimes go there.
Kathie: Oh, Jeff. I've missed you. I've wondered about you and prayed you'd understand. Can you understand?
Jeff: You prayed, Kathie?
Jeff: If you'll drop this Junior League patter we may get the conversation down where it belongs.
Meta Carson: You worried about something?
Jeff: I don't know. Should I be?
Meta Carson: Not if you do what you're told.
Jeff: 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.
Meta Carson: I was expecting you.
Jeff: Well... I wasn't expecting you.
Meta Carson: Should I take that as a compliment?
Meta Carson: For a man who appears to be clever, you can certainly act like an idiot.
Jeff: That's one way to be clever! Look like an idiot.
Meta Carson: You look like an underweight ghost.
Ann: They say the day you die your name is written in the clouds.
Kathie: You don't know Whit. He won't forget.
Jeff: Everybody forgets.
Kathie: Not Whit.
Jeff: So we'll send him a postcard every Christmas.
Kathie: Jeff, I'm glad you're not afraid of him.
Jeff: I've been afraid of half the things I ever did.
Kathie: And this time?
Jeff: I'm only afraid you might not go.
Kathie: Don't be. I'll be there tomorrow.
Jeff: 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: We got a call to come over and see a big Op.
Ann: A what?
Jeff: An operator. A gambler. He didn't come to see us because he was too high powered a character. Also because some dame had taken four shots at him with his own 38. Made one of 'em good.
Joe: Newspaper guys. Wise guys! Who do they think they're kidding? So, he shot himself cleaning a cap pistol. So, I shot the ace of spades out of a sleeve during a gin game. A guy can't even get shot in his own apartment by a dame without the whole town starting to buzz like a, like a...
Whit: Like you? Smoke a cigarette, Joe.
Jeff: [voice-over] Near the Plaza was a little cafe called La Mar Azul, next to a movie house. I sat there in the afternoons and drank beer. I used to sit there half asleep with a beer in the darkness, only the music from the movie next door kept jarring me awake. And then I saw her - coming out of the sun. And I knew why Whit didn't care about that 40 grand.
Jeff: I could go down to the cliff and look at the sea like a good tourist. But, its no good if there isn't somebody you can turn to and say, "Nice view there." Its the same with the churches, the relics, the moonlight or a Cuba Libre.
Jeff: [voice-over] I went to Pablo's that night. I knew I'd go every night until she showed up and I knew she knew it.
Jeff: [voice-over] She waited until it was late. Then, she walked in out of the moonlight, smiling.
Kathie: You know, you're a curious man.
Jeff: You're going to make every guy you meet a little bit curious.
Kathie: It's not what I mean.
Kathie: You don't ask questions. You don't even ask me what my name is.
Jeff: All right, what's your name.
Jeff: I like it.
Kathie: Or where I come from?
Jeff: I'm thinking about where we're going.
Kathie: You know, I'm a much better guide than Jose Rodriguez. Want to try me?
Jeff: I don't like playing games when I'm the fall guy. You might remember that, Whit.
Jeff: You get your five grand back and Stephanos can take over from here.
Whit: You're wrong. I fire people but nobody quits me. You started this an you'll end it.
Jeff: [voice-over] I went alone to LA and I made it easy for him to follow me. He was a good gumshoe. It was the one thing he could really do.
Jeff: You wanna lift, baby?
Kathie: You know, I really hadn't ought.
Jeff: You're a cute little package to be out walking alone at night.
Kathie: You're kinda cute yourself.
Fisher: You're picture don't do you justice, baby.
Kathie: Why don't you break his head, Jeff.
Jeff: I can give you a tip. You tell Whit where we are, he might slip you a sawbuck.
Fisher: Just pay me off and I'm quiet. But use cash. Don't try to pay me off with a pitch handed to you by this cheap piece of baggage!
Jeff: Well, I told you it wasn't a nice story.
Ann: And I told you once that whatever happened was done.
Jeff: Yeah, but you should have known about it long ago.
Ann: It's all right. I understand. But, it's all past.
Jeff: Maybe it isn't.
Whit: Well, you told me about your business. Mine is a little more precarious and I earn considerably more.
Jeff: So I've heard.
Whit: So has the government.
Jeff: Well, this may sound ridiculous, but you could pay 'em.
Whit: Oh, that would be against my nature.
Whit: You know San Francisco, don't you?
Jeff: Yeah, I was there once for a party.
Whit: And you got around?
Jeff: Like the monkey and the weasel.
Meta Carson: Would you like a gin and tonic?
Jeff: That'd be nice.
Meta Carson: You may have whiskey if you like.
Jeff: That'd be even nicer.
Jeff: Just remember, I'm coming out of this in one piece, Miss Carson.
Meta Carson: Do you always go around leaving your fingerprints on a girl's shoulder? Not that I mind, particularly. You've got nice strong hands.
Jeff: I'm the fall guy. There's only one thing missing. The plant. What was it that gives me a motive? I wouldn't kill a guy for a martini.
Kathie: I've never stopped loving you. I was afraid and no good, but, I've never stopped. Even if you'd hated me - did you?
Jeff: You know, sometimes a bad memory is like what they call an ill wind, it can blow somebody luck.
Kathie: I never told you I was anything but what I am. You just wanted to imagine I was. That's why I left you.
Kathie: We're starting all over. I want to go back to Mexico. I want to walk out of the sun again and find you waiting. I want to sit in the same moonlight and tell you all things I never told you - until you don't hate me, until sometime you love again.
Kathie: If you'e thinking of anyone else, don't. It wouldn't work. You're no good for anyone but me. You're no good and neither am I. That's why we deserve each other.