I used to like to make myself sad, so I would listen to Bill Callahan as Smog.
'Rock Bottom Riser' by Smog - I was just in Europe, and my jet lag never really went away. I wasn't sleeping very much. Then one night, my girlfriend saw a Bill Callahan show in L.A. and took a video of that song and sent it to me. I was just listening to it over and over - it was comforting.
Jack Dunn: I graduated in 1979, and I had no idea about any of this. So if you're suggesting that Father Gibbons and Father Callahan had in any way...
Walter 'Robby' Robinson: Gibbons and Callahan. I mean, they ran this place like the Navy. You really think they didn't know?
Jack Dunn: It's a big school, Robby. You know that. A-And
we're talking about seven alleged victims over, what, eight years?
Walter 'Robby' Robinson: No, we're talking about, you know, seven that we know about.
Jack Dunn: This is ridiculous. You're reaching for a story here.
Principal Bill Kemeza: Jack. Jack, Jack. If I had been president then, I would've known.
Jack
Dunn: Bill, I'm not sure that's relevant.
Principal Bill Kemeza: Why do you think they sent Talbot up to Cheverus? You know they wanted him out of town.
Pete Conley: Robby, as well-intentioned as Bill's remarks are, I'm hoping we can keep this between us until we all get on the same page.
Walter 'Robby' Robinson: Is
that why we're here, to get on the same page?
Dr. Keats: Callahan Institute is the leading brain injury clinic in the Pacific Rim. We are funded out of Sandusky Ohio by T.B. Callahan, the automotive components tycoon...
[fade out]
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.
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.