Sin City

Sin City quotes

93 total quotes (ID: 541)

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


Little Miho, you're an angel, you're a saint, you're Mother Teresa, you're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd gotten here about ten minutes sooner, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.


The girls all know the score. No escape. No surrender. No mercy. We got to kill every last rat bastard one of them, every last one. Not for revenge. Not because they deserve it. not because it'll make the world a better place. We need a heap of bloody bodies so when the mob boss, Wallenquist, looks over his charts of profits and losses, he'll see what it cost him to mess with the girls of Old Town. The valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter. And so am I. The fire, baby. It'll burn 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.

Miho, I hope to hell ya left one of them alive enough to talk.

Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement.

[While police brutally try to blackmail him] This is just something I promised myself I'd pay for, now I'm paying it. You don't save a little girl's life and then turn around and throw her to the dogs. They want a confession? They won't get it.

I take his weapons away from him. Both of them.

Things go dark. I don't mind much. It's okay. She'll be safe. An old man dies. A little girl lives. Fair trade. [gunshot] I love you, Nancy.

Skinny little Nancy Callaghan. She grew up. She filled out.

[after being shot several times] I'm doing fine, Bob. Never better...ready to kick your ass.

When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.

Let go of my coat, Bob.

This guy smells awful. Like bad food. Like a corpse left in a garbage dumpster in the middle of summer, he stinks so bad I want to throw up.

[first lines] Just one hour to go. My last day on the job. Doctor's orders, heart condition. Angina he calls it. I'm polishing my badge and getting myself used to the idea of saying goodbye to it. It and the thirty odd years of protecting and serving and...blood and terror, the triumph that represents it. I think about Illiene's slow smile, about the thick fat steaks she picked up from the butcher's today. I think about the one loose end I haven't tied up. A young girl who's out there somewhere, helpless in the hands of a drooling lunatic.

You can scream now if you want.

[During his execution] Will you get a move on, I haven't got all night.