Every film I've seen so far in life

[the Kid is handcuffed to a car that's about to explode]

Max: The chain in those handcuffs is high-tensile steel. It'd take you ten minutes to hack through it with this. Now, if you're lucky, you could hack through your ankle in five minutes. Go.

[the hacksaw is dropped next to The Kid, and Max limps off]

[last lines]

Narrator: And so began the journey north to safety, to our place in the sun. Among us we found a new leader - the man who came from the sky... the Gyro-Captain. And just as Pappagallo had planned, we traveled far beyond the reach of men on machines. The juice, the precious juice, was hidden in the vehicles.

[camera on Feral Kid]

Narrator: As for me, I grew to manhood, and in the fullness of time, I became the leader... the Chief of the Great Northern Tribe.

[camera on Max, pulling away from him]

Narrator: And the Road Warrior? That was the last we ever saw of him. He lives now... only in my memories.

Dr. Dealgood: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls... Dyin' time's here.

[James Bond's first scene, winning a game of chemin-de-fer]

James Bond: I admire your courage, Miss...?

Sylvia Trench: Trench. Sylvia Trench. I admire your luck, Mr...?

James Bond: Bond. James Bond.

James Bond: There's a saying in England: Where there's smoke, there's fire.

James Bond: Do you expect me to talk?

Auric Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!

Domino: Vargas's behind you.

James Bond: Really...

Domino: He must have followed us.

James Bond: [shoots Vargas with a spear gun] I think he got the point.

Domino: It should have been Largo.

Blofeld: James Bond. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ernst Stavro Blofeld. They told me you were assassinated in Hong Kong.

James Bond: Yes, this is my second life.

Blofeld: You only live twice, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: [to the camera] This never happened to the other fellow.

Marie: Who are you?

James Bond: My name is Bond, James Bond.

Marie: Is there something I can do for you?

James Bond: Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. There's something I'd like you to get off your chest.

[Pulls off her bikini top and wraps it around her neck]

James Bond: Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld? Speak up, darling, I can't hear you.



Plenty O'Toole: Hi, I'm Plenty.

James Bond: But of course you are.

Plenty O'Toole: Plenty O'Toole.

James Bond: Named after your father perhaps?

Rosie Carver: [James and Rosie lying on a picnic blanket kissing] Oh, James. Ooh you don't know what finding you has meant to me.

James Bond: Oh I can imagine. And you've no idea what finding this has meant to me.

[James shows her a Queen of Cups tarot card that Solitiare sent him]

James Bond: You do know what the Queen of Cups means in an upside down position? A deceitful, perverse woman. A liar, a cheat, and I'd like some answers now.

Rosie Carver: Please... uh... You don't understand, sir. They'll kill me if I do.

James Bond: [James Bond produces his gun and points it at Rosie] And I'll kill you if you don't.

Rosie Carver: But you couldn't. You wouldn't. Not after what we just done.

James Bond: Well, I certainly wouldn't have killed you before.



[last lines]

[Bond removes prosthetic arm from train window]

Solitaire: Now what are you doing?

James Bond: Just being disarming, darling.

James Bond: I mean sir, who would pay a million dollars to have me killed?

M: Jealous husbands! Outraged chefs! Humiliated tailors! The list is endless!



Lazar: Mr. Bond, bullets do not kill. It is the finger that pulls the trigger.

James Bond: Exactly. I am now aiming precisely at your groin. So speak or forever hold your piece.



James Bond: When I kill, its on the specific orders of my government. And those I kill are themselves killers.

Francisco Scaramanga: Now, Come, come, Mr. Bond. You disappoint me. You get as much fulfillment out of killing as I do, so why don't you admit it?

James Bond: I admit killing you would be a pleasure.

Francisco Scaramanga: Then you should have done that when you first saw me. But then, of course, the English don't consider it sporting to kill in cold blood, do they?

James Bond: Don't count on that.

Log Cabin Girl: But James, I need you!

James Bond: So does England.



James Bond: [Sandor is barely holding onto Bond's necktie while dangling over the roof of a building] Where's Fekkesh?

Sandor: Pyramids!

[Bond knocks Sandor's hand away, he falls to his death]

James Bond: [straightens his tie] What a helpful chap.



Q: Right. Now pay attention, 007. I want you to take great care of this equipment. There are one or two rather special accessories...

James Bond: Q, have I ever let you down?

Q: Frequently.



[the motorcycle henchmen flies off a cliff in a cloud of feathers]

James Bond: All those feathers and he still can't fly!



[last lines]

[Bond and Anya are discovered making love]

M: 007!

General Anatol Gogol: XXX!

Sir Frederick Gray, Minister of Defence: Bond! What do you think you're doing?

James Bond: Keeping the British end up, sir.

[Bond and Drax are shooting pheasants]

Hugo Drax: You missed, Mr. Bond.

[a sniper falls from a tree]

James Bond: Did I?



Hugo Drax: Mr. Bond, you defy all my attempts to plan an amusing death for you. You're hardly a sportsman, so why did you break off the encounter with my pet python?

James Bond: I discovered she had a crush on me.



Hugo Drax: [Hastily grabs pistol, trains it on Bond who has cornered him] At least I shall have the pleasure of putting you out of my misery, Mr. Bond.

[Drax chuckles as Bond raises his hands]

Hugo Drax: Desolated, Mr. Bond?

James Bond: [Bond shoots Drax with a poison dart from his wrist-gun. Drax, gasping, drops his pistol and staggers backwards toward the airlock] Heartbroken, Mr. Drax. Allow me.

[He opens the airlock door and pushes Drax in]

James Bond: Take a giant step for mankind!

[He closes the door and ejects Drax into space]

Dr. Holly Goodhead: [rejoining 007] Where's Drax?

James Bond: Oh, he had to fly.



Sir Frederick Gray, Minister of Defence: My God, what's Bond doing?

Q: I think he's attempting re-entry, sir.

[first lines]

Vicar: Mr. Bond, Mr. Bond. I'm so glad I caught you. Your office called. They're sending a helicopter to pick you up. Some sort of emergency.

James Bond: It usually is. Thank you.



[Bond walks into a Greek Confessional Booth]

James Bond: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Q: [Removing disguise] That's putting it mildly, 007!



Bibi: [in bed trying to seduce Bond] That's a laugh. Everyone knows it builds up muscle tone.

James Bond: Well, how about you build up a little more muscle tone by putting on your clothes?

Bibi: Don't you like me?

James Bond: [wearily] Why, I think you're wonderful, Bibi... but I don't think your uncle Aris would approve.

Bibi: [scoffs] Him? He thinks I'm still a virgin.

James Bond: Yes, well... you get your clothes on... and I'll buy you an ice cream.



James Bond: You left this with Ferrara, I believe.

[kicks the car, making it fall from the mountain and therefore killing Locque]

James Bond: He had no head for heights.

[Confronting James Bond]

Kamal Khan: You have a nasty habit of surviving.

James Bond: You know what they say about the fittest.



[Twin Two throws several knives at Bond, which pass through his clothes, pinning him to a cabin door]

Twin Two: [draws another knife] And this... for my brother...

[Bond plucks one of the knives from the door, and throws it at Twin Two, hitting him fatally in his stomach]

James Bond: And that's for 009!



Vijay: Is he still there?

Q: You must be joking! 007 on an island populated exclusively by women? We won't see him till dawn!

[Zorin is going to kill Bond]

James Bond: My department knows I'm here. When I don't report they'll retaliate.

Max Zorin: If you're the best they've got, they're more likely to try and cover up your embarrassing incompetence.

James Bond: Don't count on it, Zorin.

Max Zorin: [laughs] Ha ha, you amuse me, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: It's not mutual.



Howe: What have they done?

Max Zorin: You discharged her, so she and her accomplice came here to kill you. Then they set fire to the office, to conceal the crime but they were trapped in the elevator and perished in the flames.

Howe: But that means I would have to be...

Max Zorin: Dead!

[shoots him]

Max Zorin: That's rather neat, Don't you think?

James Bond: Brilliant. I'm almost speechless with admiration.

Max Zorin: Intuitive improvisation is the secret of genius.

James Bond: Herr Doktor Mortner would be proud of his creation.



U.S. Police Captain: You're under arrest.

Stacey Sutton: Wait a minute, this is James Stock of the London Financial times.

James Bond: Well, actually, captain, I'm with the British Secret Service. The name is Bond, James Bond.

U.S. Police Captain: Is he?

Stacey Sutton: Are you?

James Bond: Yes.

U.S. Police Captain: And I'm Dick Tracy and you're still under arrest!

Linda: [into phone] It's all so boring here, Margo - there's nothing but playboys and tennis pros.

[sighs]

Linda: If only I could find a real man.

[James Bond, having just dispatched an assassin in a burning truck in mid-air, lands on the boat with a smoldering parachute]

James Bond: I need to use your phone.

[takes it and says into it]

James Bond: She'll call you back.

Linda: Who are you?

James Bond: Bond, James Bond.

[into phone]

James Bond: Exercise Control, 007 here. I'll report in an hour.

Linda: [offering drink] Won't you join me?

James Bond: [into phone] Better make that two.



James Bond: Cheer up, Saunders. The operation's a success. And officially, its still yours.

Saunders: I have no intention of leaving it at that, 007! I'm reporting to M that you deliberately missed. Your orders were to kill that sniper!

James Bond: *Stuff* my orders! I only kill professionals. That girl didn't know one end of her rifle from the other. Go ahead. Tell M what you want. If he fires me, I'll thank him for it. Whoever she was, it must have scared the living daylights out of her.



[struggling with Kara's cello]

James Bond: Why didn't you learn the violin?



[Saunders has just been assassinated]

Kara Milovy: Did you hear?

James Bond: Hear from Georgi?

James Bond: Yes, I *got* the message.



General Georgi Koskov: I'm sorry, James. For you I have great affection, but we have an old saying: duty has no sweethearts.

James Bond: We have an old saying too, Georgi. And you're full of it.

[Sanchez and his men have caught Lupe in bed with another man]

Franz Sanchez: [to Lupe] What did he promise you? His heart?

[to Dario]

Franz Sanchez: Give her his heart!

[Dario pulls a knife]

Lupe Lamora: [as the man is being removed] No. No Franz. I didn't mean any harm.

Franz Sanchez: It's okay, baby. No te preocupes. We all make mistakes.

[produces a whip]

Franz Sanchez: Your escapades are getting more creative.

Lupe Lamora: Por favor, Franz.

Franz Sanchez: Not a word.

[Sanchez whips her while Dario cuts out her lover's heart]



Della Leiter: [kissing Bond] That's a custom, you see. The bride always gets to kiss her best man.

James Bond: I thought it was the other way around.

Della Leiter: Aww...

[kisses him again]

Della Leiter: Oh, James, would you mind? Felix is still in the study and we've got to cut this cake.

James Bond: I'll do anything for a woman with a knife.



Felix Leiter: Where's my wife?

Dario: Don't worry. We gave her a nice Honeymooooon.



[Killifer, who took the bribe, is dangling on a rope over shark-infested water]

Ed Killifer: There's $2 million in that suitcase. I'll split it with you.

James Bond: [menacingly] You earned it. You keep it, Old Buddy!

[Throws the case at him, knocking him into the water]

Sharkey: God, what a terrible waste.

[Bond glares at Sharkey]

Sharkey: Of money.

[Bond stops glaring]



[Bond points a harpoon at the man who killed Sharkey]

James Bond: Compliments of Sharkey!

[shoots him]



[Asked why he has a gun]

James Bond: In my business you prepare for the unexpected.

Franz Sanchez: And what business is that?

James Bond: I help people with problems.

Franz Sanchez: Problem solver.

James Bond: More of a problem eliminator.



[Bond heads for Pam's bedroom]

James Bond: Good night, Q.

Pam Bouvier: Sweet dreams, Mr. Bond.

[closes the door on him]

James Bond: [sighing] I hope you don't snore, Q.



[Sanchez has just blown up Milton Krest in a decompression chamber full of money, splattering blood all over it]

Perez: What about the money, patron?

Franz Sanchez: Launder it.



[Sanchez is about to put Bond onto a conveyor leading to a cocaine grinder]

Franz Sanchez: When it gets up to your ankles, you're going to beg to tell me everything. When it gets up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you.



[Sanchez is about to kill James]

Franz Sanchez: You could have had everything.

James Bond: Don't you want to know why?

[Shows Sanchez Felix's lighter, then sets Sanchez on fire]



[last lines]

[Bond kisses Pam after jumping into a swimming pool after her]

Pam Bouvier: Why don't you wait until you're asked?

James Bond: So why don't you ask me?

M: You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts.

James Bond: The thought had occurred to me.

M: Good, because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me, obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you.

James Bond: Point taken.



[Bond picks up a sandwich roll, studying it like a gadget]

Q: Don't touch that! It's my lunch!



Jack Wade: Jack Wade, CIA.

James Bond: James Bond, stiff-ass Brit.



Alec Trevelyan: We're both orphans, James. But while your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. My father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame. MI6 figured I was too young to remember. And in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.

James Bond: Hence Janus. The two-faced Roman god come to life.

Alec Trevelyan: It wasn't God who gave me this face! It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.

James Bond: Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?

Alec Trevelyan: No. You were supposed to die for me.

[pause]

Alec Trevelyan: And, by the way, I did think about asking you to join my little scheme but somehow I knew, 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend.

[louder]

Alec Trevelyan: Closing time, James! Last call.

[Bond raises his gun to kill Alec but is tranquilized by a sniper]

Alec Trevelyan: [walks towards Bond and looks down on him] For England, James.



Alec Trevelyan: In 16 minutes and 43 sec - in 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will reenter the stone age.

James Bond: A worldwide financial meltdown. And all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world, 50 years on.

Alec Trevelyan: Oh, please James, spare me the Freud. I might as well ask you for the vodka martinis that have silenced the screams of all the men you've killed... or if you find forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women, for all the dead ones you failed to protect.



Boris Grishenko: I am invincible!



Alec Trevelyan: [hanging from his foot held by Bond's hands] For England, James?

James Bond: No. For me.

[lets Trevelyan go]

Q: It's the insurance damage waiver for your beautiful new car. Now, will you need collision coverage?

James Bond: Yes.

Q: Fire?

James Bond: Probably.

Q: Property destruction?

James Bond: Definitely.

Q: Personal Injury?

James Bond: I hope not, but accidents do happen.

Q: They frequently do with you.

James Bond: Well, that takes care of the normal wear-and-tear. Is there any other protection I need?

Q: Only from me 007, unless you bring that car back in pristine order.



James Bond: I always wondered how I'd feel if I ever saw you again.

[Paris turns around slaps Bond across the face]

James Bond: Now I know. Was it something I said?

Paris Carver: How about the words, "I'll be right back"?

James Bond: Something came up.

Paris Carver: Something always came up.



[to Carver before he is killed by the sea-vac]

James Bond: You forgot the first rule of mass media, Elliot! GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT!

James Bond: You're not retiring anytime soon - are you?

Q: Now, pay attention 007. I've always tried to teach you two things. First, never let them see you bleed.

James Bond: And the second?

Q: Always have an escape plan.



James Bond: Construction isn't exactly my speciality.

M: Quite the opposite, in fact.



Elektra King: I could have given you the world.

James Bond: The world is not enough.

Elektra King: Foolish sentiment.

James Bond: Family motto.



James Bond: [hands the two-way radio phone to Elektra] Call him off.

[Elektra smirkly smiles and stares at James]

James Bond: I won't ask again. Call him off. CALL HIM OFF!

Elektra King: [talking on her two-way] Renard?

Elektra King: [to Bond] You wouldn't kill me. You'd miss me.

Renard: [answers on his two-way] Yes?

Elektra King: [talking on her two-way] Dive! Bond...

[Bond shoots Elektra in the chest]

James Bond: I never miss.



[last lines]

James Bond: [in bed with Jones] I was wrong about you.

Dr. Christmas Jones: Yeah? How so?

James Bond: I thought Christmas only comes once a year.

James Bond: Saved by the bell.



Miranda Frost: I'll show you your room.

James Bond: A palace of ice; you must feel right at home.



Miranda Frost: Hah! I can read your every move!

Jinx: [Jinx stabs Miranda with a knife embedded in a copy of Sun Tzu's "The Art of War"]

Jinx: Read THIS...

[kicks the knife in Miranda's chest]

Jinx: bitch!



[Graves and Bond are fighting in a depressurizing plane]

Gustav Graves: You see, Mr. Bond, you can't kill my dreams. But my dreams can kill you. Time to face destiny.

[James pulls Graves' parachute cord]

James Bond: Time to face gravity.

Narrator: Seven James Bonds at Casino Royale. They came to save the world and win a gal at Casino Royale. Six of them went to a heavenly spot. The seventh one is going to a place where it's terribly hot.

Jimmy Bond: You can't shoot me! I have a very low threshold of death. My doctor says I can't have bullets enter my body at any time. I-I, eh, eh, oh, oh, what if I said I was pregnant?

Piper: Excuse me. Are you Richard Burton?

Evelyn Tremble: No, I'm Peter O'Toole!

Piper: Then you're the finest man that ever breathed.

[Dryden, an MOD director, comes into his office late at night. He notices that his safe has been broken into, and soon finds James Bond sitting in the shadows]

James Bond: M doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer it if it wasn't selling secrets.

[Dryden sits at his desk and quietly opens a concealed drawer, containing a gun]

Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Bond. If M was so sure that I was bent, she'd have sent a 00. Benefits of being section chief; I'd know if anyone had been promoted to 00 status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills. And it takes...

James Bond: Two.

[flashback to Bond savagely fighting Dryden's contact, Fisher, in a bathroom]

Dryden: [points his gun at Bond] Shame... we barely got to know each other.

[pulls the trigger, but nothing happens]

James Bond: [holds up the clip from Dryden's pistol] I know where you keep your gun. I suppose that's something.

Dryden: [lowers his gun] True. How did he die?

James Bond: Your contact? Not well.

[cut back to Bond beating Fisher, then trying to drown him in a sink]

Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well, you needn't worry. The second is...

[Bond draws his gun and kills Dryden. As he falls back, his lifeless hand is seen pushing a photo of himself with his wife and their daughter off the table]

James Bond: Yes. Considerably.



Vesper Lynd: [sitting on opposite sides of the dinner table, discussing poker skills on the train heading towards Montenegro] What else can you surmise, Mr. Bond?

James Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty's a problem. You worry you won't be taken seriously.

Vesper Lynd: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.

James Bond: True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat *prickly* demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I'd have normally gone with "only child," but, you see, by the way you ignored the quip about your parents... I'm gonna have to go with "orphan."

Vesper Lynd: All right... by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn't come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity - hence that chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to "orphan," that's what I'd say you are.

[he smiles but says nothing]

Vesper Lynd: Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect Queen and country. You know... former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches.

[Glances at his wrist]

Vesper Lynd: Rolex?

James Bond: Omega.

Vesper Lynd: Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard...

James Bond: No, of course not.

Vesper Lynd: But it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine. You think of women as disposable pleasures, rather than meaningful pursuits. So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government's money - and off your perfectly-formed arse.

James Bond: You noticed?

Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?

James Bond: Skewered! One sympathizes.

Vesper Lynd: Good evening, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: Good evening, Ms. Lynd.



James Bond: [after Bond has just lost his 10 million in the game, to the bartender in the casino] Vodka-martini.

Bartender: Shaken or stirred?

James Bond: [agitated] Do I look like I give a damn?



Vesper Lynd: You can switch off so easily, can't you? It doesn't bother you? Killing those people?

James Bond: Well, I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.



Le Chiffre: [having coming back to the poker table] You changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire.

James Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.



James Bond: [sarcastically to Le Chiffre and, after nearly dying from poisoning] I'm sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.



James Bond: [tied to a wooden chair as he is being tortured] I've got a little itch, down there. Would you mind?



James Bond: [laughing - after being stuck five times with a knotted rope inside a steel chamber] Now the whole world's gonna know that you died scratching my balls!

Le Chiffre: [holding the rope over one shoulder] Oh... I died? I died?

James Bond: [laughing] Yeah! 'Cause no matter what you do, I'm not gonna give you the password which means your clients are gonna hunt you down and cut you into little pieces of meat while you're still breathing. Because if you kill me, there'll be nowhere else to hide.

Le Chiffre: [rounds on Bond] But you are SO WRONG! 'Cause even after I slaughtered you and your little girlfriend, your people would still welcome me with open arms... because they need... what I know.

James Bond: etly] The big picture.

[in another room, Vesper screams. Bond and Le Chiffre notice this]

Le Chiffre: Give me the password, and I will at least let her live.

[slaps Bond on the cheek again]

Le Chiffre: Bond, do it soon enough and she might even be in one piece.

[Bond considers this, then looks at Le Chiffre and laughs. Le Chiffre laughs as well, and realizes that Bond will not give in to the torture]

Le Chiffre: You *really* aren't going to tell me, are you?

James Bond: [laughing] No.



Vesper Lynd: You're not going to let me in there, are you? You've got your armour back on. That's that.

James Bond: I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me - whatever is left of me - whatever I am - I'm yours.



M: You don't trust anyone, do you?

James Bond: No.

M: Then you've learned your lesson.

James Bond: [angrily to M] The job's done and the bitch is dead.



[last lines]

Mr. White: [answering his cellphone] Hello?

James Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.

Mr. White: Who is this?

[a shot rings out shattering White's leg. He drops to the ground in obvious pain and drags himself toward the house. He is stopped at the steps by the feet of a man in a suit. He looks up to see Bond with a cell phone in one hand and an assault weapon in the other]

James Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.

Lisa Fremont: How's your leg?

L.B. Jefferies: Hurts a little.

Lisa Fremont: Your stomach?

L.B. Jefferies: Empty as a football.

Lisa Fremont: And your love life?

L.B. Jefferies: Not too active.

Lisa Fremont: Anything else bothering you?

L.B. Jefferies: Uh-huh, who are you?

L.B. Jefferies: When am I going to see you again?



Lisa Fremont: [angry] Not for a long time...

[softening]

Lisa Fremont: at least not until tomorrow night.



L.B. Jefferies: Why would a man leave his apartment three times on a rainy night with a suitcase and come back three times?

Lisa Fremont: He likes the way his wife welcomes him home.



Lisa Fremont: What's he doing? Cleaning house?

L.B. Jefferies: He's washing and scrubbing down the bathroom walls.

Stella: Must've splattered a lot.

[both Jeff and Lisa look at Stella with disgust]

Stella: Come on, that's what were all thinkin'. He killed her in there, now he has to clean up those stains before he leaves.

Lisa Fremont: Stella... your choice of words!

Stella: Nobody ever invented a polite word for a killin' yet.



L.B. Jefferies: [into the phone] He killed a dog last night because the dog was scratching around in the garden. You know why? Because he had something buried in that garden that the dog scented.

Tom Doyle: [voice] Like an old hambone?

L.B. Jefferies: I don't know what pet names Thorwald had for his wife.



Stella: How much do we need to bail Lisa from jail?

L.B. Jefferies: Well, this is first offense burglary, that's about $250. I have $127.

Stella: Lisa's handbag. Uh... 50 cents. I got $20 or so in my purse.

L.B. Jefferies: And what about the rest?

Stella: When those cops at the station see Lisa, they'll even contribute.

Gavin Elster: Scottie, do you believe that someone out of the past - someone dead - can enter and take possession of a living being?



Gavin Elster: She'll be talking to me about something. Suddenly the words fade into silence. A cloud comes into her eyes and they go blank. She's somewhere else, away from me, someone I don't know. I call to her, she doesn't even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she's back. Looks at me brightly, doesn't even know she's been away, can't tell me where or when.

Scottie: How often does this happen?

Gavin Elster: More and more in the past few weeks. And she wanders. God knows where she wanders. I followed her one day, watched her coming out of the apartment, someone I didn't know. She even walked a different way. Got into her car and drove off to Golden Gate Park. Five miles. Sat by the lake, staring across the water at the pillars that stand on the far shore. You know, Portals of the Past. Sat there a long time without moving. I had to leave, get back to the office. When I got home that evening, I asked her what she'd done all day. She said she'd driven out to Golden Gate Park and sat by the lake, that's all.

Scottie: Well?

Gavin Elster: The speedometer on her car showed that she'd driven ninety-four miles. Where did she go? I've got to know, Scottie, where she goes and what she does before I get involved with doctors.



Madeleine: [pointing to the margin of a cross-section of a Sequoia who had lived for over a thousand years] Here I was born, and there I died. It was only a moment for you; you took no notice.



Scottie: I hope we will, too.

Madeleine: What?

Scottie: Meet again sometime.

Madeleine: We have.



Scottie: I love you, Madeleine.

Madeleine: I love you, too. It's too late.

Scottie: No, no, we're together.

Madeleine: It's too late. There's something I must do...

Scottie: [kisses her passionately] No, there is nothing you must do. There is nothing you must do. No one possesses you. You're safe with me.

Madeleine: [frantically] No, it's too late

[Madeleine breaks free and runs across the courtyard. Scottie trails behind her, eventually catching up to her. He holds her tightly]

Madeleine: Look, it's not fair. It's too late. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. It *shouldn't* have happened...

Scottie: But it had to happen. We're in love. That's all that counts!

Madeleine: [struggling] Look. Let me go! Please let me go!

Scottie: Listen to me. Listen to me.

Madeleine: [calmly] You believe I love you?

Scottie: Yes.

Madeleine: And if you lose me, then you'll know I, I loved you. And I wanted to go on loving you.

Scottie: I won't lose you.

Madeleine: Let me go into the church - alone.

Scottie: Why?

[they kiss for the last time. Scottie releases his grip and Madeleine walks away towards the bell tower]



Coroner: We are not here to pass judgment on Mr. Ferguson's lack of initiative. He did nothing, and the law has little to say on the subject of things left undone.



[to Scottie]

Gavin Elster: There's no way for them to understand. You and I know who killed Madeleine.



[Writing a letter]

Judy: Dearest Scottie... and so you found me. This is the moment that I dreaded and hoped for - wondering what I would say and do if ever I saw you again. I wanted so to see you again just once. Now I'll go and you can give up your search.

[pause]

Judy: I want you to have peace of mind. You've nothing to blame yourself for. You were the victim. I was the tool and you were the victim of Gavin Elster's plan to murder his wife. He chose me to play the part because I looked like her; he dressed me up like her. He was quite safe because she lived in the country and rarely came to town. He chose you to be the witness to a suicide. The Carlotta story was part real, part invented to make you testify that Madeleine wanted to kill herself. He knew of your illness; he knew you'd never get up the stairs to the tower. He planned it so well; he made no mistakes.

[pause]

Judy: I made the mistake. I fell in love. That wasn't part of the plan. I'm still in love with you, and I want you so to love me. If I had the nerve, I'd stay and lie, hoping that I could make you love me again, as I am for myself... and so forget the other and forget the past. But I don't know whether I have the nerve to try...

[She pauses for a long time, then stands and tears up the letter]



Judy: If I let you change me, will that do it? If I do what you tell me, will you love me?

Scottie: Yes. Yes.

Judy: All right. All right then, I'll do it. I don't care anymore about me.



Judy: Couldn't you like me, just me the way I am? When we first started out, it was so good; w-we had fun. And... and then you started in on the clothes. Well, I'll wear the darn clothes if you want me to, if, if you'll just, just like me.

Scottie: The color of your hair...

Judy: Oh, no!

Scottie: Judy, please, it can't matter to you.



Scottie: One final thing I have to do... and then I'll be free of the past.



Scottie: [to Judy, after being taken to the scene of Madeline's death] No, no. I have to tell you about Madeleine now. Right there.

[Pointing]

Scottie: We stood there and I kissed her for the last time, and she said, 'If you lose me you'll know that I loved you and wanted to keep on loving you.' And I said, 'I won't lose you.' But I did.

[pause]

Scottie: And then she turned and ran into the church. I tried to follow, but it was too late.



Scottie: And then what did he do? Did he train you? Did he rehearse you? Did he tell you exactly what to do, what to say? You were a very apt pupil too, weren't you? You were a very apt pupil! Well, why did you pick on me? Why me?



[last lines]

Nun: God, have mercy.