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Lynn Bracken
- Lynn Bracken: I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can't hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he treats me like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who fucks for money.
- [last lines]
- Lynn Bracken: Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
- [She kisses Exley on the cheek]
- Lynn Bracken: Bye.
- Ed Exley: Bye.
- Bud White: I'd like to see you again.
- Lynn Bracken: Are you asking me for a date, or an appointment?
- Bud White: ...I don't know.
- Lynn Bracken: Well, if you're asking me for a date, I should know your first name.
- Bud White: [embarrassed] Forget I asked. It was a mistake.
- Lynn Bracken: You're the first man in five years who didn't tell me I look like Veronica Lake inside of a minute.
- Bud White: You look better than Veronica Lake.
- Bud White: Something's wrong with the Nite Owl. I know it in here,
- [points to his chest]
- Bud White: I know it. That prick Exley shot the wrong guys. Whoever killed my partner, is still out there. I... If I could work cases like a real detective, I could prove it. But I'm not smart enough. I'm just the guy they bring in to scare the other guy shitless.
- Lynn Bracken: You're wrong. You found Patchett, you found me. You're smart enough.
- Bud White: Merry Christmas.
- Lynn Bracken: Merry Christmas to you, officer.
- Bud White: That obvious, huh?
- Lynn Bracken: It's practically stamped on your forehead.
- Ed Exley: [they are looking at each other's faces, both bloodied by Bud] Are you okay?
- Lynn Bracken: [nods] You okay?
- Ed Exley: Bud hates himself for what he did.
- Lynn Bracken: I know how he feels.
- [lying in bed, Lynn touches a scar on Bud's shoulder]
- Lynn Bracken: Where did this come from?
- Bud White: When I was twelve, my old man went after my mother with a bottle. I got in the way.
- Lynn Bracken: So you saved her.
- Bud White: ...Not for long.
- Lynn Bracken: I'm sorry, it's none of my business...
- Bud White: He tied me to the radiator. I watched him beat my mother to death with a tire iron. Then he left me there. Three days before a truant officer found us... They never found the old man.
- Lynn Bracken: Is that why you became a cop? To get even?
- Bud White: ...Maybe.
- Lynn Bracken: I was wondering when you'd knock on my door again, Officer White.
- Bud White: It's Bud.
- Lynn Bracken: Bud...
- Lynn Bracken: There's blood on your shirt. Is that an integral part of your job?
- Bud White: Yeah.
- Lynn Bracken: Do you enjoy it?
- Bud White: When they deserve it.
- Lynn Bracken: Did they deserve it?
- Bud White: I'm not sure.
- Lynn Bracken: But you did it anyway.
- Bud White: Yeah, just like the half-dozen guys you screwed today.
- Lynn Bracken: Well, actually, it was only two.
- Bud White: Pierce Patchett?
- Lynn Bracken: He takes a cut of our earnings and invests it for us. He doesn't let us use narcotics and he doesn't abuse us. Can your policeman's mentality grasp those contradictions?
- Bud White: He had you cut to look like Veronica Lake.
- Lynn Bracken: No. I'm really a brunette, but the rest is me.
- [Lynn leads Bud to her private bedroom]
- Bud White: Why me?
- Lynn Bracken: [shakes her head, whispers] I don't know.