Sin City (2005)

Clive Owen: Dwight

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• Dwight : The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My Valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always... and never.

• Dwight : Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking his sword to other gladiators like him. They woulda tossed him girls like Nancy back then.

• Dwight : Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.

• [Dwight is driving to The Pits] 

  Jack Rafferty : ...sccaught you ssmokinggthere, bud.

  Dwight : You shut the hell up, Jackie-Boy. You're dead. I'm just imagining this, so shut the hell up.

  Jack Rafferty : ...Hntells you somethin 'bout your sstate a' mind don't it?... Ss'got you hearin things'got yer nerves shot. S'got you ssmoking... You know it's truuuuuuue nobody ever really quitsss... Smoker's a smoker when the chips're downn and your chips're down, pretty much

  Dwight : I'm fine, you shut the hell up.

  Jack Rafferty : Will ya look at thaat! Oooooh, those hookers let ya dowwnn hehehehe... What're you gonna do when ya run outta gas? Call Triple A? You ssucker for the babes, you... You ain't even gonna make itt to The Pitss.

  Dwight : You shut the hell up... I'll make it.

  Jack Rafferty : Not unless you keep your eyess on the road, sshugar-pie...

  Jack Rafferty : [shouts]  Watch it!

  [Dwight swerves to miss an oncoming car. Jackie-Boy falls onto Dwight's arm, leaning on him] 

  Jack Rafferty : Ahh this is grrreatt, s'just like being in a buddy movie. Heheheheh...

  Jack Rafferty : Shut Up!

  [flings Jackie-Boy off of him] 

  Jack Rafferty : Hehehe

  [cop on a motorcycle follows them] 

  Jack Rafferty : Oh, you're screwed. It's over.

  [lights cigarette] 

  Jack Rafferty : You're flushed.

  Dwight : This time I can't bring myself to tell him to shut up. Sure he's an asshole... Sure he's dead... Sure I'm just imagining that he's talking. None of that stops the bastard from being absolutely right. I don't have a chance in hell of outrunning this cop. Not in this heap. The only question left is whether I'm gonna kill him or not. Tough call. For all I know, he's an honest cop, regular guy. Working stiff with a mortgage, a wife and a pile of kids. My hand moves all on its own, sliding on of my guns to my lap and thumbing back the hammer. I don't know what to do...

  Jack Rafferty : You better stopp, you're making him mad.

  Dwight : ...Whatever you say...

  [slams on the brakes, smashing Jackie-Boy's head into the dashboard] 

• Dwight : The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I.

• [from trailer] 

  Dwight : It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying, sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.

• Dwight : [after asking Miho to put Jackie-Boy out of his misery]  She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.

• Dwight : [while kissing Gail]  She almost yanks my head clean off, shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts. An explosion that blasts away the dull, gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.

• [while holding a razor to Jackie Boy's face] 

  Dwight : I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.

  Jack Rafferty : You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake.

  Dwight : You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush.

  [Shoves Jack's head into the toilet] 

• Gail : Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice.

  Dwight : She guides my glance upwards to the pixie perched on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.

• Dwight : [while being rescued from the Tar Pits]  Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd shown up about ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.

• Shellie : I've done some dumb things.

  Dwight : Seeing as how I'm one of those dumb things, I can't give you too hard a time on that, Shellie.

• Gail : [to the Oldtown Girls]  We'll fight the cops, the mob, and anybody else who tries to move in on us. We'll go to war.

  Dwight : Don't be stupid, Gail. Get me a car.

  Gail : Who do you think you are? You got what you wanted out of us.

  [Gail puts the gun to his face] 

  Gail : You got what you wanted out of me.

  Dwight : If I don't make it back, you can have your war.

  [Dwight and Gail kiss] 

  Dwight : [to Miho]  Get me a hardtop with a decent engine and make sure it's got a big trunk.

  [to Gail] 

  Dwight : I'll always love ya, baby.

  Gail : Always and never.

• Dwight : It wasn't "Stop." Shellie wasn't saying "Stop." If I had waited and listened to her, I would've known. I could've warned the girls to go easy. To settle for scaring them off. Shellie didn't say "Stop," she said "Cop." He's a *cop*. Detective Lieutenant Jack Rafferty. "Iron Jack" the papers call him. A goddamn *hero cop*.

• [Dwight has been pulled over by a policeman on a motorcycle, with Jackie-Boy slumped over dead in the passenger seat] 

  Motorcycle Cop : Your buddy there... Partied a little too hard tonight?

  Dwight : [staring coldly at the cop]  I'm the designated driver.

  Motorcycle Cop : [pause]  Well, you're driving with a busted tail light.

  [another pause] 

  Motorcycle Cop : I'll let you off with a warning.

  Dwight : [after the cop leaves]  What next?

• [repeated line] 

  Dwight , Gail : Yeesh.

• Dwight : First, we gotta rescue Gail. Then comes the kill. The big, fat kill.

• Dwight : It's your apartment. But be careful, Shellie, this clown's got big, mean drunk-on and he's got four friends out there in the hall, breathing hard and just as drunk as he is.

  Jack Rafferty : Hey, I could swear I heard somebody in there with you, just now. You got somebody with you, baby? You be honest with me. You owe me that much.

  Shellie : Somebody? Jackie Boy, it's a regular African love-fest in here. I got me all five starters and half the bench of the Basin City Blues keeping me company. You feel like taking them on?

  Jack Rafferty : You're teasing me, baby. I'm no racist.

• [a grenade lands at his feet] 

  Dwight : And everything seemed to be going so well.

• Dwight : He's got the drop on her!

  Gail : He's got squat! He's dead. He's just too damn dumb to know it.

• Dwight : I tell little Miho what has to be done. Then I'll make the most important phone call in my life.

• Shellie : [after Dwight dunks Jackie-Boy in his own urine]  Dwight, what did you do to him?

  Dwight : I gave him a taste of his own medicine.

• Dwight : Do I risk it all and take this cop down?

• Dwight : This clown's out of control. I followed him here to make sure he didn't hurt any of the girls.

  Gail : Us helpless little girls.

• Dwight : There's no use arguing with her, the ladies are their own enforcers.

• Dwight : [narrating]  Dozens of them. Armed to the teeth. I'm outnumbered. Outgunned. But the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow. They can't surround me. Sometimes you can beat the odds with a careful choice of where to fight.

  Dwight : [holding Jackie Boy's head over the group of mobsters with Becky and Gail in tow]  You can have Old Town! I don't care... just gimme the woman!

  [Jackie Boy's head 'talks' with tape over its mouth] 

  Dwight : Shut up.

  Gail : Dwight... don't do this.

  Becky : Hey, wait a minute, something's not right...

  Schutz : SHUT UP! Or I'll plug ya.

  Manute : Of course, Mr. McCarthy. A fair trade. She's all yours.

  Manute : [the head and Gail are exchanged. The group raise their guns]  Now, if you'll explain to me why we shouldn't blow both of you to pieces?

  Gail : Dwight... what have you done?

  Dwight : Exactly what I had to... every step of the way.

  Becky : No! It isn't right! There wasn't no tape over his mouth! How come there's tape over his mouth?

  [Dwight produces Brian's remote and the head detonates from a hidden grenade, knocking back a few of the gangsters] 

  Dwight : [narrating]  Where to fight counts for a lot...

  Manute : Cute trick, McCarthy... but it will do you no good...

  Dwight : [continuing]  But there's nothing like having your friends show up...

  [We see a battalion of armed Old Town girls surround the alley] 

  Dwight : With lotsa guns...

  Manute : NO! McCarthy, you SHIT!

• Dwight : A hardtop, with a decent engine. And make sure it's got a big trunk!

• Dwight : Get that gun out of my face, Gail.