The Green Hornet Quotes

[first lines]
Jack Reid: [on the phone] Tell the Mayor, I'm insulted. I would never jeopardize the journalistic integrity of this newspaper for some rent-a-mayor's political agenda.
Jack Reid: [to his son] So Britt, here we are again. Sent home after another schoolyard fight. I know you miss your mother. So do I. But I have to take care of 750

employees, and you have to take care of yourself. Still that seems to be asking too much.
Young Britt: But I was trying to stop some bullies...

Britt Reid: You know what you are. You're a human Swiss army knife.
Kato: I don't know what's that mean?
Britt Reid: It's a little things, and you keep pulling out things, and just when you think there couldn't be any more cool things, a new cool thing comes out, and that's you! You are even dressed like one. You should have a little

plus on your chest.

Scanlon: I'm not actually here for forgiveness, Britt.
Britt Reid: I don't understand.
Scanlon: You understand nothing, so l'm gonna explain it to you very simply. If you ever come across any article regarding a major crime, a man named Benjamin Chudnofsky, or anything that makes this city think I am not the fine line protecting the

light from the darkness, you're gonna bring it to me. You're gonna bring it to me and l'll tell you if it's okay to print in your stupid little newspaper. That's how I did it with your dad. And that's how you and l are gonna do it.
Britt Reid: [feigning disbelief] Scanlon, are you saying you want me to let you write the news?
Scanlon: Finally. You

understand.
Britt Reid: Here's what I understand. That you, son, just got played...
[Britt pulls out a hidden USB recorder disguised as a piece of sushi]
Britt Reid: Recording device. USB. No, you can't have it, it's mine! You stupid schmuck! I got you by the balls, Scanlon. I own a newspaper, genius. This'll be front-page.

Scanlon: I'm impressed.
Britt Reid: You should be.
Scanlon: It won't do you any good.
Britt Reid: How could it not? Are you gonna kill me in this restaurant?
Scanlon: Yes.
Britt Reid: What, you're gonna murder me?
Scanlon: Yeah. Like I

murdered your father.
Britt Reid: I don't think so. My dad was not murdered. He died of a bee sting.
Scanlon: No, no, your father died of an overdose of apitoxin, most commonly found in a bee sting, which he happened to be allergic to. But that apitoxin was administered by me.

[Britt, in his mind, is putting together the pieces between his father, Chudnofsky and Scanlon]
James Reid: Think, Britt. You can figure this out, my son, with your brains.
Britt Reid: Okay, two years ago, Scanlon decides to run for DA. He says he's cleaning up the streets of L.A., which is impossible. So he asked the media to slant the news. And you

go along with it like everybody else?
James Reid: No way. l refused.
Britt Reid: So he... Shit! What does he do? So Scanlon decides to go really dirty. Makes a pact with a criminal. Chudnofsky kills your reporter. Vertolibe? Vertoleeb?
James Reid: I didn't want more bloodshed, so I stopped reporting on crime.

Britt Reid: Scanlon can hold up his part of the deal, keeping the media under control, and Chudnofsky does whatever he wants! But Chudnofsky had a different plan. He wanted to take over all the gangs of L.A. So that's when you decided to cut the strings.
James Reid: I couldn't look in the mirror. I hated every word I said to you that morning, Britt.

Britt Reid: So you start reporting on crime again. And now Scanlon is a dead man unless he proves he's still in control. He has no choice but to organize a meeting with you, and he kills you himself. In the end, you stood up for what's right, Dad. Now l have to do the same.