Road to Perdition

Road to Perdition quotes

38 total quotes (ID: 889)

Harlen Maguire
John Rooney
Michael Sullivan
Michael Sullivan, Jr.
Others


Michael Sullivan: You gonna frisk me?
Frank the Bouncer: Should I?
Michael Sullivan: It's a good idea.


Mr. McDougal: Well this is a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting another deposit until the end of the month.
Michael Sullivan: Actually, I'm making a withdrawal. [Pulls his gun] And I want dirty money only, everything you're holding for Capone that's off the books. Open the safe.
Mr. McDougal: You're insane. You know they'll find out who you are.
Michael Sullivan: The name's Sullivan. You want me to spell it?

Mr. McDougal: You really trust me not to say anything?
Michael Sullivan: Always trust a bank manager.

Peter Sullivan: Why are you always smiling?
Connor Rooney: 'Cause it's all so ****in' hysterical.

[a knock at the door]
Alexander Rance: It's open. Top marks for speed, no marks for cookery.
[holding plate with egg]
Alexander Rance: What, may I ask, do you call this?
Michael Sullivan: Put it down.
Alexander Rance: Mr. Sullivan!
Michael Sullivan: Mr. Rance.
Alexander Rance: How did you find me?
Michael Sullivan: This is the best hotel in the area and you are so very... particular.
Alexander Rance: Yes, indeed, Mr. Sullivan.

[Maguire has pulled out a camera]
Michael Sullivan: Is that, uh... your profession or... your pleasure?
Harlen Maguire: Both, I guess. To be paid to do what you love... ain't that the dream?

[Sullivan has a gun to Kelly's head]
Jack Kelly: Think, Mike. Don't be stupid. I'm just the messenger.
Michael Sullivan: [lowers his gun] Then give Mr. Rooney a message for me.
Jack Kelly: What is it?
[Sullivan shoots him]

[to Michael] I'm glad it's you.

A man of honor always pays his debts... and keeps his word.

I curse... the ****ing... day... you were born. I curse it!

I saw then that my father's only fear was that his son would follow the same road. And that was the last time I ever held a gun. People always thought I grew up on a farm. And I guess, in a way, I did. But I lived a lifetime before that, in those six weeks on the road in the winter of 1931. When people ask me if Michael Sullivan was a good man, or if there was just no good in him at all, I always give the same answer. I just tell them... he was my father.

I shoot the dead. Dead bodies, that is. I don't kill them.

I'm something of a rarity.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

If I'm not back in half an hour, you go see Reverend Lynch at First Methodist and you tell him what's happened. Do NOT go to Father Callaway.