Hollywood Homicide (2003)
Josh Hartnett: Det. K.C. Calden
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Quotes
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Van Family Son : We're gonna die. I know we're going to die.
K.C. : Yes, actually. We, we will die.
Van Family Mom : No, you're not gonna die.
K.C. : I don't mean right now.
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[last lines]
Joe Gavilan : Looks like we're gonna be here for a while. Let's get going on some chow.
Joe Gavilan : [to Cop] Cheeseburger, well done. Onion, pickle, NO mayo... no rabbit food. O.K.?
K.C. : I'll have the same.
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[Joe and K.C. leave the L.A.P.D. Parker Center Station]
Joe Gavilan : What the hell is going on? Did you say anything in there?
K.C. : Of course not. You?
Joe Gavilan : My phone wouldn't stop ringing.
Leon : Joe! K.C.!
Joe Gavilan : This is insane. Can you figure this out?
Leon : [angry] No... but I played my last card buying you a couple of hours, so YOU can figure it out!
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K.C. : I know you're gonna say it's none of my business, but when's the last time you got laid?
Joe Gavilan : None of your business.
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Van Family Son : I don't wanna die!
K.C. : You're not gonna die okay?
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K.C. : Well, what do you think?
Joe Gavilan : Write this down.
[K.C. grabs his pad and pen]
Joe Gavilan : Cheeseburger, well done. Raw onion, pickle, ketchup. Nothing else.
K.C. : Got it. Officer, it's time to get rolling on some chow. This is what the big dog wants, and I want tomato and cucumber on whole wheat with only mustard and bean sprouts.
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[first lines]
Shooting Practice Announcer : Shooters step up to the 20 yard line.
[K.C. has trouble shooting his target during shooting practice, so Joe shoots his and K.C.'s at the same time]
K.C. : Thanks Joe.
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Hank the Bartender : [Hands them their drinks] The doctor's in. Help is on its way.
K.C. : Thanks, Hank. Something wrong, Joe?
Joe Gavilan : What do ya mean, "Something Wrong?"
K.C. : You seem down.
Joe Gavilan : Down? Me?
K.C. : Lately.
Joe Gavilan : We've been partners for what, four months, and now you wanna be my shrink?
K.C. : Sometimes it helps to talk. That's all I'm saying.
Joe Gavilan : All right. Let me paint you a picture. Portrait of Joe Gavilan. Seven, eight years ago, I sold off the results of my entrepreneurial efforts up to that point: Three tanning salons and two original silk-tip nail parlors in the Antelope Valley, and I started attending weekend Real Estate seminars at the Airport Hyatt. You know, "How to Make $1 Million in Real Estate with Very Little Money Down."
K.C. : Sounds good.
Joe Gavilan : Started out with a condo in Sherman Oaks. Slapped some paint on the walls. Refaced the kitchen cabinets. Traded up to a smoke-damaged ranch in Tarzana, then a Spanish on Outpost, and a fake Mediterranean in Los Feliz. Pretty soon, I had everything I've got tied up in this... this monstrosity... on Mt. Olympus, at the corner of Hercules and, I shit you not, Achilles.
K.C. : So what's the problem?
Joe Gavilan : The problem is if I don't score a big commission or get rid of this... piece of shit on Mt. Olympus... well, the word *Titanic* comes to mind.
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K.C. : How did you find me?
Joe Gavilan : I'm psychic.
K.C. : [amazed] Really?
Joe Gavilan : No, not really. I'm a detective for Pete's sake.
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K.C. : I don't think I want to be a cop anymore.
Joe Gavilan : Then what do you want to be?
K.C. : I want to be an actor.
Joe Gavilan : [shrugs] You're gay. I can deal with that.
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[Joe crashes K.C.'s Ford Mustang into Sartian's Cadillac Escalade, causing a huge collision at the corner of Hollywood Blvd. and Orange Drive]
K.C. : [breahless] Nice driving.
Joe Gavilan : Sorry.
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Joe Gavilan : Goddammit! Idiot! That's it! That's it! I'm driving! That's it!
K.C. : All right, all right fine! You think you can do better? Go ahead, be my guest!
Joe Gavilan : Dammnit! Trying to kill us!
K.C. : All right, go!
Joe Gavilan : Idiot!
K.C. : Go ahead!
