Dirty Harry
1971
(after a battered crook has accused Harry of beating him) Chief: Have you been following that man? Harry Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him. Chief: How? Harry Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that's how!
Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
Bank Robber: I gots to know.
Mr Jaffe: The usual lunch or the usual dinner? Harry Callahan: Well, what difference does that make? Mr Jaffe: None. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that Tan Ford still parked in front of the bank? Mr Jaffe: Tan ford... (checks) Mr Jaffe: Yep. Tan Ford Harry Callahan: Engine running? Mr Jaffe: I don't know. How can I tell? Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming from the tailpipe. Mr Jaffe: Oh, my God. That is awful. Look at all that pollution. Harry Callahan: (Harry turns to see) Yeah. Do me a favor. (gives him slip of paper) Harry Callahan: Call this number. Mr Jaffe: Police department? Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 211 in progress at the bank. Be sure and tell them that's IN progress. Mr Jaffe: In progress. Will do. (goes to phone and starts dialing up) Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll just wait for the cavalry to arrive. (suddenly a gun shot goes off and an alarm bell follows immediately) Harry Callahan: Ah, shit.
De Georgio: You need any help? Harry Callahan: Go on out and get some air, fatso. (turns to killer) The Killer: (pleading) Please. Stop. No more! Can't you see I'm hurt? Harry Callahan: The girl, where is she? The Killer: (crying with reason) You tried to kill me. Harry Callahan: If I tried that your head would be splattered all over this field. (demanding) Harry Callahan: Now, where's the girl? The Killer: (cries) I- I have rights. Why can't you people just leave me alone? Harry Callahan: Where's the girl?
News Guy: Who did you say did this to you again? The Killer: The San Francisco Police Department. News Guy: Why would they do such a thing? The Killer: I don't know. They accused me of killing a Mary Ann Deacon's. There's especially this one guy. Harry Callahan. He's been the worst: following me around. He's the one that did this to me. I mean just look at me. Look at me. Everywhere I go.
De Georgio: Morning, Harry. Harry Callahan: Morning, fatso. Bressler wants to see you. De Georgio: You're a sweet man, Harry.
Doctor: Sure, Harry. We can save the leg. (takes out some scissors) Harry Callahan: What are you going to do with those? Doctor: Going to cut your pants off. Harry Callahan: No. I'll take them off. Doctor: It'll hurt. Harry Callahan: $29.50, let it hurt.
The Killer: (points to what he wants) Ah, yeah. I'll take one of those. Liquor Store Clerk: (gets it and rings it up) That will be $5.68
Black Guy: You sure you weren't followed? The Killer: Yes. (gives black guy a fat wad of bills) Black Guy: (counts them up) You sure want this badly. The Killer: Every penny of it. Black Guy: Well you might as well sit down and relax. The Killer: (does but somewhat nervous) Good? Black Guy: Just relax. Everything is going to be okay. Black Guy: (starts tearing Scorpio apart) The Killer: (Soon on the floor bleeding badly) Black Guy: You sure you want me to continue? The Killer: I said every penny's worth you black imbecile. Black Guy: Well this one's on the house! (picks Scorpio up and literally throws him outside)
Harry Callahan: Get out of the way, Hammerhead.
(Harry is getting a dressing-down for his most recent arrest) District Attorney Rothko: You're lucky I'm not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder. Harry Callahan: What? District Attorney Rothko: Where the hell does it say that you've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel? Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm saying is that man had rights. Harry Callahan: Well, I'm all broken up over that man's rights!
(Harry Callahan has to explain why he shot a man) Harry Callahan: Well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard. That's my policy. The Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that? Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher's knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross! (walks out of the room) The Mayor: He's got a point.
The Mayor: Well let's have it. Harry Callahan: Have what? The Mayor: A report! What have you been doing? Harry Callahan: Well, for the past three quarters of an hour I've been sitting on my ass in your outer office waiting on you!
Harry Callahan: You know, you're crazy if you think you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill again. District Attorney Rothko: How do you know? Harry Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.
De Georgio: Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Fat Dagos, Niggers, Honkies, Chinks, you name it. Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans? De Georgio: Ask him. Harry Callahan: Especially Spics.
Harry Callahan: There must be something you can get him on. Appellate Court Judge Bannerman: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk.
Harry Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that ballistics can't match the bullet up to this rifle? District Attorney Rothko: It does not matter what ballistics can do. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. But it's inadmissible as evidence. Harry Callahan: And who says that? District Attorney Rothko: It's the law. Harry Callahan: Well, then the law is crazy.
Harry Callahan: What's that for? Doctor: I'm going to cut open your trousers. Harry Callahan: Save it. I'll take 'em off. Doctor: That's gonna hurt. Harry Callahan: For $29.50... let it hurt.
Harry Callahan: Where's the girl? The Killer: You tried to kill me! Harry Callahan: If I tried to do that your head would be splattered all over this field - now where's the girl?