Sin City

Sin City quotes

93 total quotes (ID: 541)

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


Gail: Those four in the Chrysler, are they some of the barmaid's boyfriends?
Dwight: One of them thinks he is. I followed him here to make sure he didn't hurt any of the girls.
Gail: Us helpless little girls.


The night is hot as hell. I'm in a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town. I'm staring at a goddess, she's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more second wondering how I've gotten so lucky...She smells like angels oughta smell. The perfect woman. The goddess.

Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she's been aching for some practice.
Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixy perched on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.

Wendy: Kill him for me, Marv. Kill him good.

The Salesman: Care for a smoke? [repeated line]

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.

That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'. [repeated on several occasions]

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.

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.

[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.

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.

I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.

This is blood for blood, and by the gallons! This is the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days! They're back!

Then it hits me like a kick in the nuts: What if I'm wrong? I've got a condition. I get confused sometimes. What if I've imagined all this? What if I've finally turned into what they've always said I'd turn into? A maniac. A psycho killer.