Fletch

Fletch quotes

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Fletch


Hispanic Housekeeper: Buenos días.
Fletch: Pop 'n' Taco.


Waiter: Excuse me sir, you are a member of the club?
Fletch: No, I'm here with the Underhills.
Waiter: The Underhills? They are left, Señor.
Fletch: Oh they'll be back. He went out for his urinalysis.
Waiter: Would you like to order something, sir? I will put it on the Underhills' bill.
Fletch: Oh, yes. Very well. I'll have a Bloody Mary, a steak sandwich and a...steak sandwich.

Fletch: I'm a friend of Alan's. I'm John.
Gail Stanwyk: Ohhhh, John. John who?
Fletch: John ****... tos... ton.
Gail Stanwyk: That's a beautiful name.
Fletch: It's Scotch-Romanian.
Gail Stanwyk: That's an odd combination.
Fletch: So were my parents.
...
Fletch: I saw Alan this morning and you know what I can't figure out?
Gail Stanwyck: Alan's in Utah
Fletch: I...can't figure out what I was doing in Utah this morning.
...
Gail Stanwyck: You know, if I had a nickel for every one of Alan's flyboy buddies who hit on me, I'd be a rich woman.
Fletch: You ARE a rich woman.
Gail Stanwyck: See what I mean?

Fletch: Do you have caviar?
Waiter: Si señor, Beluga, but it is 80 dollars a portion.
Fletch: Well, I better just take two portions of that, then.

Gail Stanwyk: You ordered lunch to my room.
Fletch: Well, I knew that's where my mouth would be.
Gail Stanwyk: Are you always this forward?
Fletch: Only with wet, married women.

Madeline: I'm sorry, who are you again?
Fletch: I'm Frieda's boss.
Madeline: Who's Frieda?
Fletch: My secretary.

Receptionist: Can I help you Dr...?
Fletch: Oh it's me, Dr. Rosenpenis. I'm just here to check out Alan Stanwyk's file.
Receptionist: Dr. who?
Fletch: Dr. Rosenrosen, I just need to get to the records room.
Receptionist: What was that name again?
Fletch: It's Dr. Rosen, I want to check the records room.
Receptionist: Dr. who?
Fletch: Dr. Rosen! Where's the records room?

Pathologist: Ever seen a spleen that large?
Fletch: No, not since breakfast.

Fletch: Where am I?
Records Nurse: You're in the records room.
Fletch: Oh. Do you have the Beatles' White Album? Never mind, just bring me a cup of hot fat. And the head of Alfredo Garcia while you're at it.

Kid: Are you a cop?
Fletch: As far as you know.
Kid: Are you gonna take me to jail for car theft?
Fletch: Why? Did you steal the car?
Kid: I sure did.
Fletch: Well, I'm not even sure that's a crime anymore. There've been a lot of changes in the law.
...
Fletch: I always use a little chewing gum on these rides. It filters out the pollutants.
Kid: [Fletch swerves to avoid another car] Oh shit!
Fletch: Of course you've got some good grillwork there to keep out the ozone. I gotta get this thing up to 95, uh, check out the fluorocarbon output.

[Fletch is being framed for drug possession by two very large cops]
Fletch: Aren't you gonna read me my rights?
Cop: You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to have your face kicked in by me. You have the right to have your balls stomped on by him.
Fletch: I think I'll waive my rights.
...
Chief Karlin: [to the arresting officers] Why don't you two leave us alone?
Fletch: Yeah, go down to the gym and pump each other.
...
Chief Karlin: What's your name?
Fletch: Fletch.
Chief Karlin: What's your full name?
Fletch: Fletch F. Fletch.
Chief Karlin: What do you do for a living, Mr. Fletch?
Fletch: I'm a shepherd.
Chief Karlin: Why are you doing this, Mr. Fletch?
Fletch: I like men. I like to be manhandled. I like you.

Fletch: Can't keep me here, chief.
Chief Karlin: Maybe I'm not going to keep you here. Maybe I'm going to blow your brains out.
Fletch: Well, now, I'm no lawyer, but... I do believe that's a violation of my rights.

Stanton Boyd: What kind of a name is Poon?
Fletch: Comanche Indian.

Frank Walker: What about this guy, 'Fat Sam'? You said you had pictures of him.
Fletch: I do have pictures of him. Dealing.
Frank Walker: Well let's go! We'll run the pictures!
Fletch: Can't do that, Frank. Fat Sam isn't the story, there's a source behind him.
Frank Walker: Who's the source?
Fletch: Well, there we're in kind of a "grey" area.
Frank Walker: How grey?
Fletch: Charcoal?

Willy: What the hell you need ball bearings for?
Fletch: Awww, come on guys, it's so simple maybe you need a refresher course. [leans arm on hot engine part, then jumps away] Heyya! It's all ball bearings nowadays. Now you prepare that Fetzer valve with some 3-in-1 oil and some gauze pads, and I'm gonna need 'bout ten quarts of anti-freeze, preferably Prestone. No, no make that Quaker State.