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Dirty Harry

Harry Callahan: Uh uh. 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 kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

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The Mayor: Callahan... I don't want any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore district. You understand? That's my policy.
Harry Callahan: Yeah, 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'd you establish that?

Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a woman through a dark alley with a butcher knife and a hard on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.
[leaves]
The Mayor: I think he's got a point.

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Bank Robber: I gots to know.

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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.


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Chief: [introducing Harry to the mayor] Mr. Mayor, Inspector Callahan
The Mayor: All right. Let's have it.
Harry Callahan: Have what?
The Mayor: You report. What have you been doing?
Harry Callahan: Well, for the past three-quarters of an hour, I've been sitting on my ass waiting on

you.

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Dirty Harry

Gonzales: There is one question, Inspector Callahan: Why do they call you "Dirty Harry"?
De Georgio: Ah that's one thing about our Harry, doesn't play any favorites! 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.

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[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!

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Dirty Harry

[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 about that man's rights.

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Dirty Harry

Harry Callahan: Now you know why they call me Dirty Harry: every dirty job that comes along.

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Harry Callahan: You from around here?
Gonzales: Yeah, but I went to school at San Jose State.
Harry Callahan: You play ball?
Gonzales: Uh, no, I boxed. Light heavyweight.
Harry Callahan: Just what I need, it's a college boy.
Gonzales: You haven't found one thing

you like about me?
Harry Callahan: Well, it's early yet. Get your degree?
Gonzales: Sociology.
Harry Callahan: Sociology? Oh, you'll go far. That's if you live.

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Dirty Harry

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.

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Dirty Harry

De Georgio: You need any help, Harry?
Harry Callahan: Go on out and get some air, fatso!
[turns to killer]
The Killer: [pleading] Please! No more! I'm hurt! Can't you see I'm hurt? You shot me! Please, don't, don't! Let me have a doctor, let-let me have a doctor. Please, get me the doctor! Don't kill me!
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: [almost crying] I want a lawyer.

Harry Callahan: [angered] I said, where's the girl?
The Killer: [cries] I have the rights to a lawyer.
Harry Callahan: [raises his voice] Where's the girl?
The Killer: I have the rights to a lawyer!
[Harry looks at Scorpio's wound on his leg]
The Killer: Don't, please!

[Harry begins begins to slowly push his shoe on the wound]
The Killer: I have right to a lawYEEER!
[Scorpio begins to scream in pain as the camera zooms out]

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Dirty Harry

The Killer: Freeze cop. Now, left hand, pull out your gun.
[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum]
The Killer: My, that's a big one.

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De Georgio: Morning, Harry.
Harry Callahan: Morning, fatso. Bressler wants to see you.
De Georgio: You're a sweet man, Harry.

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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: 211. Yes sir.
[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.

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Big Black Man: [Big Black has just been given a wad of cash by Scorpio] You want to go all the way?
The Killer: Every penny's worth.
Big Black Man: Relax. Take it easy. It's gonna be all right.
[pulls on a pair of leather gloves and methodically beats Scorpio into a bloody pulp]
Big Black Man: You sure

you want the rest of it?
The Killer: Every penny's worth, you black son of a bitch!
Big Black Man: [kicks Scorpio hard] This one's on the house!
[flattens him with one last punch and walks away]

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Dirty Harry

Harry Callahan: There must be something you can get him on.
Judge Bannerman: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk.

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Dirty Harry

Harry Callahan: Get out of the way, Hammerhead.

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Gonzales: No wonder they call him "Dirty Harry", always gets the shit end of the stick.
Bressler: One more word out of you and you're chopped off at the ankles!

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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.