Angel Heart (1987)
Mickey Rourke: Harry Angel
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Quotes
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Harry Angel : [almost sobbing] I know who I am!
Louis Cyphere : [smugly] That's it Johnny... take a good look... No matter how cleverly you sneak up on a mirror, your reflection always looks you straight in the eye.
Harry Angel : [voice breaking as he sees his reflection] I know who I am!
[starts screaming as Cyphre makes him remember all the homicides]
Harry Angel : I know who I AM!
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Harry Angel : She was doing my chart. I gave her Johnny's birthdate, February 14th. Except someone got to her and took out their own Valentine card. They split her open, and they cut out her heart. I guess she couldn't predict the future for herself.
Louis Cyphre : The future isn't what it used to be, Mr. Angel.
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Harry Angel : You think posing as the devil because it scared some superstitious blues guitar player and that witch and that nutty old man, you think it'll work on me? It won't because I know who I am and you killed them, and you're trying to pin it on me... and I know who I am.
Louis Cyphre : [glowers but showing restraint] If I had cloven hooves and a pointed tail... would you be more convinced?
Harry Angel : You're crazy. I know who I am. You're trying to frame me. You're trying to frame me. Cyphre, I know who I am. You murdered them people.
[Cyphre shakes his head slightly and smiles wickedly]
Harry Angel : I never killed nobody. I didn't kill Fowler, and... and I didn't kill Toots, and I didn't kill Margaret, and I didn't kill Krusemark,
[Cyphre looks ready to laugh]
Harry Angel : I didn't kill no-one!
Louis Cyphre : [gloating] I'm afraid you did, Johnny.
Harry Angel : My name's not Johnny!
Louis Cyphre : All killed by your own hand. Guided by me naturally. Frankly, you were doomed from the moment you slit that young boy in half, Johnny...
[Icily]
Louis Cyphre : for twelve years you've been living on borrowed time and trapped in another men's memories.
Harry Angel : Hey I wanna tell Winesap cause he knows.
Louis Cyphre : Winesap? Oh he's dead.
[shakes head]
Louis Cyphre : Nasty accident. Don't worry. No-one will mourn one less lawyer in the world - there's death everywhere these days Johnny. But what gives human life its worth... anyway? Because someone loves it, hates it? The flesh is weak, Johnny. Only the soul is immortal.
[his eyes chillingly shine yellow as his voice distorts]
Louis Cyphre : And yours belongs to ME.
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Det. Sterne : You're gonna burn for this, Angel.
Harry Angel : I know. In hell.
[looks to his grandson, whose eyes glow like Cyphre's]
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Harry Angel : What's your name?
Epiphany Proudfoot : Epiphany Proudfoot.
Harry Angel : Your mother left you a very beautiful name, Epiphany.
Epiphany Proudfoot : Not much else.
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[repeated line]
Harry Angel : I gotta thing about chickens.
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Harry Angel : Louis Cyphre. Lucifer. Even your name is a dime store joke.
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Louis Cyphre : Are you an atheist?
Harry Angel : Yes, I am. I'm from Brooklyn.
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[repeated line]
Harry Angel : I know who I am!
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Harry Angel : [Declining an offer for fresh-made Gumbo soup] Cajun cooking kills me.
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Harry Angel : Hey, you ever watch the Mickey Mouse Club? 'Cause you know what today... today is? Today is Wednesday. It's anything can happen day.
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Margaret Krusemark : Do you speak French, Mr. Angel?
Harry Angel : [laughs] I'm from Brooklyn.
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Louis Cyphre : You know, some religions think that the egg is the symbol of the soul, did you know that?
Harry Angel : No, I didn't know that.
Louis Cyphre : Would you like an egg?
Harry Angel : No thank you, I got a thing about chickens.
[Louis takes a bit out of an egg with a dangerous look on his face]
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[repeated lines]
Harry Angel : [shouting] Who was the boy?
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Harry Angel : [to Izzy as he is lounging on a deserted beach at Coney Island, in what must be early Autumn] Listen. What do you do around here in the summertime?
Izzy : I bite the heads off rats.
Harry Angel : What do you do in the winter?
Izzy : The same.
[chuckles nonchalantly]
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Harry Angel : [asking about Toots Sweet's murder] How did he die?
Det. Deimos : Technically? Asphyxiation by his own genitalia.
Harry Angel : And not so technically?
Det. Deimos : Somebody cut his dick off, stuffed it in his mouth and choked him to death.
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Dr. Albert Fowler : Who are you? How'd you get in here?
Harry Angel : Through the mail slot. I'm a private detective.
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Epiphany Proudfoot : Hey, what are you after him for? Johnny Favorite.
Harry Angel : I'm not really after him. I'm just bein' paid to find out where he is.
Epiphany Proudfoot : He could be six feet under.
Harry Angel : Then I'll have to buy a shovel.
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Harry Angel : Two people get bumped off in the same week. What's the connection?
Det. Deimos : Similar circumstances.
Harry Angel : Like what? Did she get her dick cut off, too?
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Harry Angel : Winesap. You want his number? You want his address? Ask Tess Trueheart over there. It's in the book he's flipping through. It's under "W" genius.
Det. Deimos : You know Ted Williams the baseball player?
Harry Angel : Yeah.
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Harry Angel : [woken up by Detectives Sterne and Delmos] Only cops with bad news don't knock.
Det. Sterne : Only private dicks sleep so late.
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Det. Deimos : Only private dicks sleep so late. That's quite a dream you were having.
Harry Angel : I was on my way to Mandalay.
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Harry Angel : Who the fuck are you, Cyphre?
Louis Cyphre : Watch your language.
Harry Angel : Hey, I don't give a fuck if this is a church, okay? Churches give me the creeps, I don't like churches.
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Harry Angel : Listen. I ain't up on all this voodoo shit. I'm from Brooklyn.
Toots Sweet : We ain't all baptists down here, sonny.
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Harry Angel : So the gods got you pregnant? I understand now. I'm sorry.
Epiphany Proudfoot : I'm not. It was the best fuck I ever had.
