McCloud
1970
Mervin Simmons: That's quite a clever getup you've got there. Very clever. Sort of a reverse mod, right? Very clever.
Sam McCloud: Will you hold my bomb just a minute? Just a minute. I got a pebble in my boot. Peter B. Clifford: Must have fallen out of your head.
Sam McCloud: These New York detective things interest me. These crimes of purple passion, axe murders and things like that, they - they fascinate me, I love 'em.
Shirley: I just love anything Western. The Grand Canyon Suite is one of my favorites. Sam McCloud: Never could afford much more than a room and a bath, m'self.
Sam McCloud: You see, nothin', nothin' will get as lonesome as a New Mexico beaver.
PR Man: Mr Sloan, I have seen clients come and go, but you, you are sincere.
Morgan: Slight coordination problem, Dicky-boo? Richard: I've got perfect coordination. I just had it tested out.
Peter B. Clifford: Send in the sagebrush Sherlock Holmes, will you?
Eugenia Rudell: (Serving Russian tea) It's steeped long enough. Sam McCloud: That - that's all right! I don't like it too steep.
Malcolm Garnett: Wrong! Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong! This is nostalgia! It's not parody, it's not burlesque, not camp! It's whimsy!... Simple years, clean years! A war with a heart! A war everybody could understand!... America was clean and unpolluted! Everybody liked us then!... What I am trying to say is, to make this look sincere... and simple!
Sam McCloud: This is quite a spread. Evelyn Reinhart: Louise is famous for her spread.
Detective: (on the phone) Not Mexico, New Mexico! It's in this country! How should I know, it's out there after Chicago someplace!
Peter B. Clifford: He's got an arrest record that goes back to the crib... he's a psychopathic killer. Sam McCloud: Well, I'll try and stay on his good side. Peter B. Clifford: He doesn't have a good side!
Doorman: What's all this? Sergeant Joe Broadhurst: Police business. Doorman: What kinda police business?
Sam McCloud: Ya know, when the hound is chasin' the rabbits, the fox has the run o' the woods.
Sam McCloud: (undercover) You sure it's me you're lookin' for? DDT: Man, I been lookin' for you all my life. This town's a dust bowl. Whoever gets that shipment of yours is gonna be the big Indian. (draws a switchblade) Now, how many rows o' cotton is it gonna take for me to get what you got?
Sam McCloud: If I was you, I'd find a trail out o' here before ya get me riled up.
DDT: I thought you were a different dude from all the other honky toads.
Sam McCloud: He's slicker'n a greased shoat.
Chris Coughlin: Gentlemen, I am sometimes a newspaper writer, never a reporter.