Sin City

Sin City quotes

93 total quotes (ID: 541)

Becky
Dwight
Gail
Hartigan
Jackie-boy
Marv
Multiple Characters
Nancy
Shellie


A hardtop with a decent engine. And make sure it's got a big trunk.


There's wrong and then there's wrong. And then there's this.

Senator Roark: Everyone would lie for me. Everyone who counts. Otherwise, their own lies — everything that runs Sin City — it all comes tumbling down like a pack of cards.

The Salesman: [voiceover] She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps, she only goes stiff for a moment.
The Salesman: Care for a smoke?"
The Customer: Sure, I'll take one. Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?
The Salesman: I didn't come here for the party, I came here for you. I've watched you for days, you're everything a man could ever want. It's not just your face, your figure, your voice. It's your eyes, all the things I see in your eyes.
The Customer: What is it you see in my eyes?
The Salesman: I see a crazy calm. You're sick of running, you're ready to face what you have to face but you don't want to face it alone.
The Customer: No, I don't want to face it alone.
The Salesman: [voiceover] The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume with sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far far away. I tell her I love her. [gunshot] The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone, I will never know what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.

Marv: I had to fight some cops.
Lucille: Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?
Marv: Not that I know of, but they know they been in a fight, that's for damn sure.

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

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 by a careful choice of where to fight...Where to fight counts for a lot, but there's nothing like having your friends show up with lots of guns.

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 would've tossed him girls like Nancy back then.

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.

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

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.

I let him know I'm not fooling around.

She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.

Sure, he's an asshole. Sure he's dead. Sure, I'm just imagining that he's talking. That doesn't stop 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.