Carmen Sternwood:
You're not very tall are you?
Philip Marlowe:
Well, I, uh, I try to be.
Eddie Mars:
Convenient, the door being open when you didn't have a key, eh?
Philip Marlowe:
Yeah, wasn't it. By the way, how'd you happen to have one?
Eddie Mars:
Is that any of your business?
Philip Marlowe:
I could make it my business.
Eddie Mars:
I could make your business mine.
Philip Marlowe:
Oh, you wouldn't like it. The pay's too small.
General Sternwood:
Do you like orchids?
Philip Marlowe:
Not particularly.
General Sternwood:
Ugh. Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, and their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption.
Philip Marlowe:
Oh, Eddie, you don't have anybody watching me, do you? Tailing me in a gray Plymouth coupe, maybe?
Eddie Mars:
No, why should I?
Philip Marlowe:
Well, I can't imagine, unless you're worried about where I am all the time.
Eddie Mars:
I don't like you that well.
Vivian:
How did you find her?
Marlowe:
I didn't find her.
Vivian:
Well then how did you-...
Marlowe:
I haven't been here, you haven't seen me, and she hasn't been out of the house all evening.
Vivian:
So you do get up, I was beginning to think you worked in bed like Marcel Proust.
Marlowe:
Who's he?
Vivian:
You wouldn't know him, a French writer.
Marlowe:
Come into my boudoir.
Vivian:
Speaking of horses, I like to play them myself. But I like to see them workout a little first, see if they're front runners or comefrom behind, find out what their whole card is, what makes them run.
Marlowe:
Find out mine?
Vivian:
I think so.
Marlowe:
Go ahead.
Vivian:
I'd say you don't like to be rated. You like to get out in front, open up a little lead, take a little breather in the backstretch, and then come home free.
Marlowe:
You don't like to be rated yourself.
Vivian:
I haven't met anyone yet that can do it. Any suggestions?
Marlowe:
Well, I can't tell till I've seen you over a distance of ground. You've got a touch of class, but I don't know how, how far you can go.
Vivian:
A lot depends on who's in the saddle.
Vivian:
You go too far, Marlowe.
Marlowe:
Those are harsh words to throw at a man, especially when he's walking out of your bedroom.
Marlowe:
You know what he'll do when he comes back? Beat my teeth out, then kick me in the stomach for mumbling.
Vivian:
You've forgotten one thing - me.
Philip Marlowe:
What's wrong with you?
Vivian:
Nothing you can't fix.
[
last lines]
General Sternwood:
How do you like your brandy, sir?
Philip Marlowe:
In a glass.
[
after a kiss]
Vivian:
I liked that. I'd like more.
Philip Marlowe:
She tried to sit in my lap while I was standing up.
Vivian:
I don't like your manners.
Marlowe:
And I'm not crazy about yours. I didn't ask to see you. I don't mind if you don't like my manners, I don't like them myself. They are pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings. I don't mind your ritzing me drinking your lunch out of a bottle. But don't waste your time trying to cross-examine me.
Philip Marlowe:
My, my, my! Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains! You know, you're the second guy I've met today that seems to think a gat in the hand means the world by the tail.
Vivian:
Why did you have to go on?
Marlowe:
Too many people told me to stop.
General Sternwood:
You may smoke, too. I can still enjoy the smell of it. Hum, nice state of affairs when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy. You're looking, sir, at a very dull survival of a very gaudy life, crippled, paralyzed in both legs, barely I eat and my sleep is so near waking it's hardly worth a name. I seem to exist largely on heat like a new born spider.
Vivian:
So you're a private detective. I didn't know they existed, except in books, or else they were greasy little men snooping around hotel corridors. My, you're a mess, aren't you?
General Sternwood:
If I seem a bit sinister as a parent, Mr. Marlowe, it's because my hold on life is too slight to include any Victorian hypocrisy. I need hardly add that any man who has lived as I have and indulges for the first time in parenthood at my age deserves all he gets.
Philip Marlowe:
You made a mistake. Mrs. Rutledge didn't want to see me.
Norris:
I'm sorry, sir. I make many mistakes.
Philip Marlowe:
Hmm.
General Sternwood:
What does that mean?
Philip Marlowe:
It means, hmm.
General Sternwood:
You knew him too?
Philip Marlowe:
Yes, in the old days, when he used to run rum out of Mexico and I was on the other side. We used to swap shots between drinks, or drinks between shots, whichever you like.
General Sternwood:
My respects to you, sir. Few men ever swapped more than one shot with Sean Regan.
Philip Marlowe:
I know he was a good man at whatever he did. No one was more pleased than I when I heard you had taken him on as your... whatever he was.
General Sternwood:
I assume they have all the usual vices, besides those they've invented for themselves.
Philip Marlowe:
Thanks for the drink, General.
General Sternwood:
I enjoyed your drink as much as you did, sir.
Norris:
Are you attempting to tell me my duties, sir?
Philip Marlowe:
No, just having fun trying to guess what they are.
Vivian:
Do you always think you can handle people like, uh, trained seals?
Philip Marlowe:
Uh-huh. I usually get away with it too.
Vivian:
How nice for you.
[
in a bookstore]
Philip Marlowe:
You do sell books, hmm?
Agnes Lowzier:
What do those look like, grapefruit?
Philip Marlowe:
Well, from here they look like books.
[
making a prank phone call]
Philip Marlowe:
What can I do for you? I can do what? Where? Oh, no, I wouldn't like that. Neither would my daughter.
Philip Marlowe:
I can do what? Where? Oh no, I wouldn't like that. Neither would my daughter.
[
hangs up]
Philip Marlowe:
I hope the sergeant never traces that call.
Philip Marlowe:
You wanna tell me now?
Vivian:
Tell you what?
Philip Marlowe:
What it is you're trying to find out. You know, it's a funny thing. You're trying to find out what your father hired me to find out, and I'm trying to find out why you want to find out.
Vivian:
You could go on forever, couldn't you? Anyway it'll give us something to talk about next time we meet.
Philip Marlowe:
Among other things.
Taxi Driver:
If you can use me again sometime, call this number.
Philip Marlowe:
Day and night?
Taxi Driver:
Uh, night's better. I work during the day.
Eddie Mars:
Your story didn't sound quite right.
Philip Marlowe:
Oh, that's too bad. You got a better one?
Eddie Mars:
Maybe I can find one.
Philip Marlowe:
Did I hurt you much, sugar?
Agnes Lowzier:
You and every other man I've ever met.
Philip Marlowe:
How'd you happen to pick out this place?
Vivian:
Maybe I wanted to hold your hand.
Philip Marlowe:
Oh, that can be arranged.
Philip Marlowe:
You the guy that's been tailing me?
Harry Jones:
Yeah, the name's Jones. Harry Jones. I want to see you.
Philip Marlowe:
Swell. Did you want to see those guys jump me?
Harry Jones:
I didn't care one way or the other.
Philip Marlowe:
You could've yelled for help.
Harry Jones:
If a guy's playing a hand, I let him play it. I'm no kibitzer.
Philip Marlowe:
You got brains
Agnes Lowzier:
Is Harry there?
Philip Marlowe:
Yeah, yeah, he's here.
Agnes Lowzier:
Put him on, will you?
Philip Marlowe:
He can't talk to you.
Agnes Lowzier:
Why?
Philip Marlowe:
Because he's dead.
Agnes Lowzier:
Well, so long, copper. Wish me luck. I got a raw deal.
Philip Marlowe:
Hey, your kind always does.
Lash Canino:
What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a gun before? What do you want me to do, count three like they do in the movies?
Philip Marlowe:
Let me do the talking, angel. I don't know yet what I'm going to tell them. It'll be pretty close to the truth.
Carmen Sternwood:
You're cute.
Philip Marlowe:
I'm getting cuter every minute.
Carmen Sternwood:
Is he as cute as you are?
Philip Marlowe:
Nobody is.
Philip Marlowe:
Somebody's always giving me guns.
Vivian:
So you're a private detective. I didn't know they existed, except in books, or else they were greasy little men snooping around hotel corridors. My, you're a mess, aren't you?
Philip Marlowe:
I'm not very tall either. Next time I'll come on stilts wear a white tie and carry a tennis racket.
Vivian:
I doubt if even that will help.
Vivian:
What will your first step be?
Philip Marlowe:
The usual one.
Vivian:
I didn't know there was a usual one.
Philip Marlowe:
Well sure there is, it comes complete with diagrams on page 47 of how to be a detective in 10 easy lessons correspondent school textbook and uh, your father offered me a drink.
Vivian:
You must've read another one on how to be a comedian.
Philip Marlowe:
I collect blondes and bottles.
Carmen Sternwood:
You're cute. I like you.
Philip Marlowe:
Yeah, what you sees nothing, I got a Balinese dancing girl tattooed across my chest.
Philip Marlowe:
Get up angel, you look like a Pekingese.
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