Blood Simple

Blood Simple quotes

40 total quotes (ID: 86)

Julian Marty
Loren Visser
Meurice
Multiple Characters


Strip joint DJ: And remember, gentlemen, we're always here, two to two, A.M. to P.M., three hundred and sixty-four days and Christmas, God willing and the creek don't rise.


Marty: Got a job for you.
Visser: Well, if the pay's right and it's legal I'll do it.
Marty: It's not strictly legal.
Visser: If the pay's right I'll do it.
Marty: It's, uh... it's in reference to that gentleman and my wife. The more I think about it the more irritated I get.
Visser: Yeah? Well how irritated are you?
[Marty doesn't answer.]
Visser: [laughs] Gee, I'm sorry to hear that. Can you tell me what you want me to do or is it a secret?
Marty: Listen, I'm not--this isn't a joke here.
Visser: You want me to kill 'em.
Marty: I didn't say that. [pause] Well?
Visser: Well what?
Marty: What do you think?
Visser: You're an idiot.
Marty: So, uh... this wouldn't interest you.
Visser: I didn't say that. All I said was you're an idiot. Hell, you been thinking about it so much it's driving you simple.

Abby: I ain't afraid of you, Marty.
Visser: [laughing] Well ma'am...If I see him, I'll sure give him the message.

Abby: I don't know. Sometimes I think there's something wrong with him. Like maybe he's sick? Mentally?...Or is it maybe me, do you think?
Ray: Listen, I ain't a marriage counselor. I don't know what goes on, I don't wanna know... But I like you. I always liked you...

Abby: Ray?
Ray: You're bad.
Abby: What?
Ray: I said you're bad.
Abby: [long pause, then smiles] You're bad too.
Ray: We're both bad.

Abby: He gave me a little pearl-handled .38 for out first anniversary.
Ray: Uh-huh.
Abby: Figured I'd better leave before I used it on him. I don't know how you can stand him.
Ray: Well, I'm only an employee, I ain't married to him.

Abby: You leaving?
Ray: Isn't that what you want? [she shakes her head no] Wanna come with me?
Abby: But first I gotta know what happened.
Ray: What do you want to know?
Abby: You broke into the bar. You wanted to get your money. You and Marty had a fight. Something happened...
[Ray shakes his head, smiling]
Abby: I don't know, wasn't it you? Maybe a burglar broke in, and you found--
Ray: With your gun? Nobody broke in, Abby. I'll tell you the truth...Truth is, I've felt sick the last couple of days. Can't eat... Can't sleep... When I try to I... Abby...The truth is... he was alive when I buried him.

Abby: [about Marty] He's real careful. Fact is, he's anal.
Ray: Huh?
Abby: Yeah, he told me once himself. He said to me... [taps herself on the forehead] "In here, Abby. In here... I'm anal."
Ray: Well I'll be damned.
Abby: I couldn't believe it either. Me on the other hand, I got lots of personality. Marty always said I had too much. 'Course he was never big on personality. He sent me to a psychiatrist to see if he could calm me down some.
Ray: Yeah? What happened?
Abby: Psychiatrist said I was the healthiest person he'd ever met, so Marty fired him.

Abby: I said, "Marty, how come you're anal and I gotta go to the psychiatrist?"
Ray: What'd he say?
Abby: Nothing. He's like you, he doesn't say much.
Ray: Thanks.
Abby: Except when he doesn't say things, they're usually nasty.
Ray: Mm-hmm.
Abby: When you don't, they're usually nice.

Abby: [in a strip joint] Looks like the state legislature is out of session.
Meurice: I thought this is where they met.

You know a friend of mine broke his hand a while back. Put in a cast. Very next day he takes a fall, protects his bad hand, falls on his good one, breaks that too. So now he's got two busted flippers and I say to him "Creighton, I hope your wife loves you. 'Cause for the next five weeks you cannot wipe your own goddamn ass." That's the test, ain't it? Test of true love.

Teenager: [to Marty] Hey mister, how'd you break your pussyfinger?

Marty: [looking at a photo of Ray and Abby] Dead, huh?
Visser: So it would seem.

Debra: [after Marty leaves] Nice guy.
Meurice: Not really. What'd you say your last name was?

Ray: [to Abby] You left your weapon behind.