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Sterling Silver Dialogue #12

 

Sterling Silver Dialogue From The Movies: 

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"There's something about the sound of my own voice that fascinates me."

 

Veda: (regarding a gift from her mother) "The dress. It's awful cheap material. I can tell by the smell."

Kay: (Veda's sister) "What did you expect? Want it inlaid with gold?"

Veda: "Well, it seems to me, if you're buying anything, it should be the best. This is definitely not the best."

Kay: "Oh, quit. You're breakin' my heart."

Veda: "Oh it's impossible. Look at it. Ruffles. Oh I wouldn't be seen dead in this rag. It's horrible! How could she have bought me such a thing?"

 

Veda: (to her mother) "With this money I can get away from you. From you and your chickens and your pies and your kitchens and everything that smells of grease. I can get away from this shack with its cheap furniture. And this town and its dollar days, and its women that wear uniforms and its men that wear overalls."

Veda: (to her mother) "You think just because you made a little money you can get a new hairdo and some expensive clothes and turn yourself into a lady. But you can't, because you'll never be anything but a common frump whose father lived over a grocery store and whose mother took in washing. With this money I can get away from every rotten stinking thing that makes me think of this place or you!"

 

"Personally, Veda's convinced me that alligators have the right idea. They eat their young."

 

"You know I like Mexico; it's so... Mexican."

 

 

"This isn't the real Mexico, you know that. All border towns bring out the worst in a country. I can just imagine your mother's face if she could see our honeymoon hotel."

 

 

"From here on it's Mexico, Mr. Thornton."

(reply) "What's the closest town of any size?"

(response) "Agua Verde."

(reply) "What's in Agua Verde?"

(response) "Mexicans. What else?"

 

 

(philosophically about himself) "Mongo only pawn in game of life."

 

 

"Go home Martins, like a sensible chap. You don't know what you're mixing in. Get the next plane."

Martins: "As soon as I get to the bottom of this, I'll get the next plane."

(reply) "Death's at the bottom of everything, Martins. Leave death to the professionals."

Martins: "Mind if I use that line in my next Western?"

 

"I told you to go away, Martins. This isn't Santa Fe. I'm not a sheriff and you aren't a cowboy. You've been blundering around with the worst bunch of racketeers in Vienna, your precious Harry's friends, and now you're wanted for murder."

Martins: "Put down drunk and disorderly too."

(reply) "I have."

 

"Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love. They had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."

 

 

"I think you're a very stupid person. You look stupid, you're in a stupid business, and you're on a stupid case."

(reply) "I get it. I'm stupid."

 

"It was one of those transient motels, something between a fleabag and a dive."

 

(on being shaken by the lapels) "Now wait a minute. I've been slapped, scratched, punched, knocked unconscious, drugged, and shot at, looking for your Velma, so quit trying to make a milkshake out of my insides, will you?"

 

"This car sticks out like spats at an Iowa picnic."

 

 

(upon finding someone he's been searching for) "I spotted your car."

(reply) "You spotted my car? Will it wash off? That's a rental."