Sudden Impact
1983
Harry Callahan: Listen, punk. To me you're nothin' but dogshit, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dogshit. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog shits ya!
Harry Callahan: Nobody, but nobody, puts ketchup on a hot dog anymore!
Harry Callahan: We're not just going to let you walk out of here. Crook: Who's "we", sucker? Harry Callahan: Smith, and Wesson, and me.
Lawyer Suspect: Well, Harry, success doesn't count any more.
Harry's Boss: What in God's name were you doing at that restaurant last night? Harassing the suspects again? Giving someone a heart attack? Harry, as of right now you are going to take a vacation. That's final!
Harry's Boss: Dang it, Harry, this is no joking matter. These guys are extremely dangerous and they are seriously out to kill you. You are now on a forced vacation. Go out and grab some R&R and P&Q. That is an order. Until you leave town, they're going to keep going after you. Harry Callahan: Good, then we'll know where they are. Harry's Boss: You're really amazing.
Horace King: So I heard you got a forced vacation. Harry Callahan: (takes his magnum gun out) Uh-huh. Horace King: You still use the Magnum .44? Harry Callahan: Pretty powerful. You want see? Horace King: Sure. Harry Callahan: (shoots a tree stump and some metal. Tons of wood splinters go all over the place in the bullets make shattering circles in the metal!) Horace King: Look, you got start being careful. I think you really should go on vacation. Harry Callahan: Forget it. I never take a vacation. Horace King: Well either that or quit. Harry Callahan: That's good idea right there. I really should quit. Then I can handle the law my own way. Horace King: Yeah, but then you'll be a JAMF. Harry Callahan: Uh huh. And what is a JAMF? Horace King: Jive ass mother ... Harry Callahan: (cutting off just in time) Forget I asked.
Blond Haired Suspect: I'll show you how good dog shit is now, Callahan!
Harry's Boss: So this is your idea of rest and relaxation? Peace and quiet? Harry you must leave town now. Believe me, you can't win this time. You know you were very close to getting killed last night. Harry Callahan: (finally obliges)
Senior Man: Best dang bus ride since I got put in that damn home.
Chief Lester Jannings: So you're the Dirty Harry I've heard about. Now listen, I want a nice clean slate in this town, so I'm going to tell you two things. We don't have any trouble and we don't need any from you. Got it? Harry Callahan: (bitter) Aye-aye, sir.
Harry Callahan: (enters his darkened hotel room) Harry's dog (Meat Head) : (growls) Harry Callahan: (flicks on the light to see a white English bulldog with a small card attached to him saying - A GIFT FOR YOU) Harry Callahan: (looks at card) (ENJOY - FROM HORACE) Harry Callahan: Damn you, Horace! Harry's dog (Meat Head) : (starts spraying on the rug) Harry Callahan: Swell.
Ray Parkins: (winning at darts) Yeah! I win again! What'd I tell you? Bull's eye. I always kick the shit out of you people. Who wants to play next? Ray Parkins: (asks a guy) How about you? (slaps him) Ray Parkins: Huh? (guy doesn't reply) Ray Parkins: Shit, then, don't answer me. Bar Guy #2: I'll play you. Ray Parkins: Yeah, right! You suck! You couldn't even hit a pile of bullshit.
Ray Parkins: (pinching Harry's cheeks) Come on, sailor. There must be something you want to ask me. Harry Callahan: (grabs her throat lightly) Yeah. You wouldn't know anything about this murder earlier today on the beach? Guy got shot in the nuts.
Ray Parkins: (to blond-haired suspect) Well, you were there too, dipping your wad.
Ray Parkins: (pulls on blond-haired suspect's crotch) Watch'em real good.
Harry Callahan: (picks up print and then heads towards chief's office, where the chief cordially awaits for him) Chief Lester Jannings: Come in. Harry Callahan: (enters) Chief Lester Jannings: Lock the door. Harry Callahan: (just closes the door) Chief Lester Jannings: Sit down. Harry Callahan: (does) (a few seconds later, the phone on the chief's desk buzzes and one of the buttons lights up) Chief Lester Jannings: (picks the phone up, presses the button that lit up, and gives the reciever to Harry) It's for you. Harry's Boss: (on phone) Harry's Boss: (on phone) Harry, what in Sam Hill is going on over there? You've really caused a lot of anger to the chief. Harry Callahan: (stunned looks back at chief) Chief Lester Jannings: (shows no sympathy) Harry's Boss: (now soothing) Now, look. Go easy on him. He's an old man. Now do you understand? Harry Callahan: No. I don't understand. Any of it. Chief Lester Jannings: (watches Harry go with a flustered look)
(Callahan dares a crook to shoot his hostage) Harry Callahan: Go ahead, make my day.
Harry Callahan: Go ahead, make my day.
Historical Society Woman: It must give you a great amount of satisfaction to make old ugly things right again. Jennifer Spencer: Yes, sometimes it does.
Ray Parkins: I'll make your face have its first period.
Police Commissioner: Inspector, your methods are unconventional to say the least. Oh, you get results. But often your successes are more costly to this department in terms of expenses and physical destruction than most other men's failures.
Police Commissioner: I think it would be wise if the Inspector took some time off. Harry Callahan: Are you suspending me, sir? Police Commissioner: No, I'm saying you take a vacation until this cools off. Harry Callahan: But I'm not up for a vacation! Police Commissioner: Callahan, I'm not going to fence with you. Take a few days off.
Captain Briggs: Don't you lecture me, you son of a bitch! Do you know who I am? Do you know my record? Harry Callahan: Yeah... you're a legend in your own mind.
Harry Callahan: Do you know the emergency phone number for San Francisco General? Well, why don't you call them right now and have them send down an ambulance. Tell them there's two sorry-looking assholes here with multiple contusions and various abrasions and broken bones.
Harry Callahan: I'm looking for friends of George Wilbur. Bar Patron: What'd he do? Harry Callahan: He lost his balls... he got killed.
Captain Briggs: Think things over, Callahan. Get with it. It's a whole new ball game these days. Harry Callahan: Funny. I never thought of it as a game.
Coffee Shop Waitress: Hey, mister. Is that your dog? Harry Callahan: Why? Do you want him?
Harry Callahan: Swell!
Harry Callahan: Looks like I owe you one, meat head.