Sydney Fuller:
This is life. Here, now. Take it or leave it.
Dexter Cornell:
[
laughing] So this is what it's all about: some kid's damn homework!
Dexter Cornell:
So, who you gonna kill for your next novel?
Dexter Cornell:
So, who are you going to kill for your next novel?
Hal Petersham:
All I need is this one break; after that, I can write anything I want. And you can bet that I won't sit on my laurels like you did!
Dexter Cornell:
Well, at least they *were* my laurels.
Mrs. Fitzwaring:
How did you know about Nick?
Dexter Cornell:
I'm psychic.
Bernard:
Good. Then you know what's going to happen to you.
Sydney Fuller:
So, who are you gonna punch a confession out of next?
Sydney Fuller:
I just wanted to spend the night with you, not Eternity!
Dexter Cornell:
Is that the best your petty, prosaic little mind can come up with?
Detective Ulmer:
It's a petty, prosaic little world, Mr. Cornell.
Bernard:
I don't think I like what you're inferring, Mr. Cornell...
Dexter Cornell:
[
condescendingly] Implying. When I say it, that's implying. How you take it, that's inferring.
Bernard:
I see. Infer this.
[
punches Dexter]
Hal Petersham:
You had it... You had it... and you pissed it away... goddamit Dex... you had a talent... You had a talent that other people...
Dexter Cornell:
[
pulls a gun on Hal] ... kill for?
[
last lines]
Hal Petersham:
Yeah that's right kill for... isn't that what it's all about? Publish or Perish?
Dexter Cornell:
[
as he fires his gun] Perish
[
last lines]
Dexter Cornell:
Just somebody's homework, is all.
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