DIRTY HARRY
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DIRTY HARRY




HARRY: (Beginning of film, to bank robber) Ah-ah, I know what you're thinking, "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I've kind of lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum — the most powerful handgun in the world — and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?


HARRY: (End of film, to Scorpio) Ah-ah, I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking, "Did he fire six shots or only five?" And to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum - the most powerful handgun in the world and will blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?!


MAYOR: All right, let's have it.

HARRY: Have what?

MAYOR: Your report. What have you been doing?

HARRY: Well for the past three quarters of an hour I've been sitting on my ass in your outer office waiting on you.


MAYOR: I don't want any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore district. Understand? That's my policy.

HARRY: Yeah, well when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard. That's my policy.

MAYOR: Intent? How did you establish that?

HARRY: When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross. (Leaves)

MAYOR: I think he's got a point.


CHICO: There is one question, Inspector Callahan. Why do they call you Dirty Harry?

FRANK DIGIORIO: That's one thing about our Harry, doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody: limeys, micks, hebes, fat dagos, niggers, honkies, chinks, you name it.

CHICO: How does he feel about Mexicans?

DIGIORGIO: Ask him!

HARRY: Especially spics. (Winks to DiGiorgio)


HARRY: Now you know why they call me Dirty Harry. Every dirty job that comes along.


HARRY: Welcome to Homicide.


HARRY: You owe it to yourself to live a little, Harry.


D.A. ROTHKO: Where the hell does it say you've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel? Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the 4th Amendment? What I'm saying is that man had rights.

HARRY: Well, I'm all broken up about that man's rights.


CHIEF: I want an answer. Have you been following that man?

HARRY: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him.

CHIEF: How?

HARRY: ‘Cause he looks too damn good, that's how.


HARRY: You can just get yourself another delivery boy.


CHICO: Does that bag look brown to you?

HARRY: I don't know, I haven't even seen the son-of-a-bitch yet!

CHICO: Look out for these people!

PEOPLE: Hey, fruitcake, look where you're.....

HARRY: Get the hell out of the way, Hammerhead!


HARRY: Looks like we climb.

DiGEORGIO: Uh uh... too much liguine.


PUNK 1: Hey, man! What's in the bag?

HARRY: You two dudes get lost now, ya hear?

PUNK 2: Screw the bag, just gives us your wallet!

HARRY: You don't listen. Do ya, asshole?


HARRY: The girl, where is she?

SCORPIO: You tried to kill me!

HARRY: If I tried that your head would be splattered all over this field! Now where's the girl?!

SCORPIO: I want a lawyer.

HARRY: I said where's the girl?!

SCOPRIO: I have the right for a lawyer!

HARRY: Where's the girl?!

SCORPIO: I have rights for a lawyer!






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