TRUE CRIME
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TRUE CRIME
EVERETT: Frankly, I don't give a rat's ass about Jesus Christ, and I don't care about justice in this world or the next. I don't even care what's right or wrong. Never have. But do you know what this is?
BEACHUM: What is this, some kind of joke?
EVERETT: No, it's no joke. That's my nose. To tell you the pitiful truth, that's all I have in life. When my nose tells me something stinks I gotta have faith in it, just like you have your faith in Jesus. When my nose is working well I know there's truth out there somewhere, but if it isn't working well then they might as well drive me off a cliff, 'cause I'm nothing. Well, lately I'm not one hundred percent sure my nose has really been working that great. So I've gotta ask you, did you kill that woman or not?
EVERETT: Give me something, God damn it!
EVERETT: Warden? You're not really sure are ya?
D.A. NUSSBAUM: Call my office in the morning, I'll try to help you out.
EVERETT: If you wait till the morning, you better sleep God damn well tonight 'cause after today I'm gonna haunt the shit out of you, understand? I'm gonna haunt your ass all over this God damn town.
BRIDGET: Ohhh, more and more office workers are insisting on the right not to breathe second-hand smoke.
EVERETT: And more and more scumbags don't care.
(Bridget laughs)
EVERETT: Well, Bridget... you're an adorable person.
BRIDGET: Sexual harassment. Hmmm... what are the guidelines?
EVERETT: Who can say?
BRIDGET: I hate my job, Ev.
EVERETT: But I love watching you do it, Darling.
MANN: Didn't I tell you that Bob has been gunning for you since the day he got here... in his quiet, earnest, reasonable way? He's probably glad you're banging his wife, now he has some ethical mandate to annihilate you.
EVERETT: Well that's great, I live to make him happy. But that's not the problem.
MANN: You should have fucked my wife, I'd've just punched you out.
EVERETT: I did fuck your wife.
MANN: Oh, lucky bastard. How was she, good?
EVERETT: A real wildcat.
MANN: Great.
EVERETT: Damn it, Bob! Why don't you hit me in the fucking face, will you? I'll fall down, I'll bleed, I'll do all that. I deserve it. Then you can go home and hit your wife, 'cause she likes it.
MANN: (Laughs) Nice one, babe.
EVERETT: Santa Claus rides alone.
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