"What are the chances of me suiting you up sometime?
Frank Slade
Al Pacino · 20 quotes
Charlie
Chris O'Donnell · 8 quotes
Mr. Trask
James Rebhorn · 3 quotes
Most scenes together: Frank Slade & Charlie (3), Charlie & Mr. Trask (2)
Scent of a Woman quotes
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Freddie Bisco Yeah, this is a valid Oregon driver's license. And we let appropriate customers test-drive the Testarossa. But you're seventeen years old and you're riding with a blind companion. That we don't do. This is a $190,000 piece of machinery; I'm not letting it out this door.
Well, how about this one over here?
Freddie That's a Cabriolet t; the same deal! You think I'm gonna let an unaccompanied kid get behind the wheel of a $110,000 car?
Col. Slade
He will not be unaccompanied. I'll be with him. I'm his father.
Freddie Bisco You're his father?
Col. Slade
Yeah.
Freddie Bisco I have an idea. Why don't I take your father for a test drive?
Col. Slade
What's your quota, Freddie?
Freddie Bisco Don't worry about my quota, I do very well.
Col. Slade
How many Ferraris you sold this month?
Freddie Bisco That's not relevant to this discussion.
Col. Slade
Freddie, the Eighties are over. You tryin' to tell me these things are just walkin' outta the store?
Freddie Bisco This is a Ferrari, sir. This is the finest piece of machinery made in the automobile industry.
Col. Slade
Well, if you like it so much, why don't you sleep with it? Why are you selling it?
Freddie Bisco I'd love to accommodate you, but-
Col. Slade
If this car performs the way I expect it to, you will get a certified check of $101,000 and change when you come in here tomorrow morning.
Freddie Bisco That's $109,000 plus $950, plus tax.
Col. Slade
Freddie, for you- one-oh-seven, all in. Plus a case of champagne. Go with your leftover turkey. Whaddya say? Don't worry about the boy. He drives so smooth, you can boil an egg on the engine. When we bring the car back, I'll peel the egg for you.
Freddie Bisco Listen, you've made me laugh, but I can't let the car go out.
Col. Slade
Want a deposit?
Freddie Bisco This is not an installment item, sir.
Col. Slade
[Takes Bisco aside]
Freddie. You're no spring chicken, are you?
Freddie Bisco Well, you know what they call me at the home office. "The Gray Ghost." You know why they still keep me around? There's no kid here who can move a Ferrari like I can. I'm known from coast to coast like butter and toast. Ask anybody about Freddie Bisco. When I get a Ferrari- [Snaps his fingers] -out the door.
Col. Slade
Ha! You just made me laugh, Freddie. [Holds up a folded set of bills] $2,000. Unless you take it you're gonna make me cry. [Bisco hesitates; Slade puts the money in his suit's breast pocket] I'm a Gray Ghost, too.
Harry Havemayer
We got a deal going, kid- 20% off for my friends; my father set it up. Christmas in Switzerland?
Trent Potter Staad.
Harry Havemayer
Gstaad; dropping the 'G' is phony.
Trent But you just said everybody says Staad!
Harry Not if you've been there. Easter in Burmuda? Think a Kentucky Derby week- we could fit you in, kid.
Uh, how much are these, white-bosomed slopes of Vermont?
Harry Twelve-hundred. Includes a nine-course, champagne Thanksgiving dinner.
Twelve hundred dollars is a little rich for my blood, Harry.
Harry How short are you?
Short, Harry? So short it wouldn't be worth the trouble for you and George to measure. But, uh, thanks for asking, all right? [Leaves]
Harry If you change your mind...
George Willis Jr. What'd you do that for? You know he's on aid.
Harry [smug]
On major holidays, Willis, it's customary for the lord of the manor to offer drippings to the poor.
George
[laughs]
You're so full of shit.
Clear them little bottles off. And when I get off the phone here, call up Hyman and tell him I want it wall to wall with John Daniels.
Don't you mean Jack Daniels?
He may be Jack to you son, but when you've known him as long as I have... that's a joke.
One of the few perks of this office is that I am empowered to handle certain matters as I see fit. Do you understand?
Yes, sir.
Good. The Dean of Admissions at Harvard and I have an arrangement. Along with the usual sheaf of applicants submitted, of which virtually two-thirds are guaranteed admittance, I add one name. Somebody who's a standout. And yet, underprivileged. A student who cannot afford to pay the board and tuition in Cambridge. Do you know on whose behalf I drafted a memo this year?
No, sir.
You. You, Mr. Simms. Now, can you tell me who did it?
You take the weekend to think about it, Mr. Simms. Good afternoon.
Officer Gore License and registration. [Charlie hands over some papers.] What, are you test driving this baby?
Col. Slade
Don't she purr, though?
Officer Gore At 70 miles an hour?
Col. Slade
You should hear it at 125. Ha!
Officer Gore Where's your license?
Col. Slade
At the dealer's. They give it back to you when you return the car.
Officer Gore You got ID?
Col. Slade
You bet. Indeed. [Hands over his ID]
Officer Gore [Looking at the card]
"Lieutenant Colonel Slade."
Col. Slade
And you, soldier?
Officer Gore The name is Police Officer Gore.
Col. Slade
You're doin' a hell of a job, Gore!
Officer Gore Oh, and so are you, Colonel. Who's the kid?
Col. Slade
My boy Charlie. He kept tellin' me to "let her out, let her out"; what was I gonna do, disappoint him?
Officer Gore Yes. [Pauses] Tell you what I'm gonna do, Colonel. I'm gonna let you go. On one condition.
Col. Slade
What's that?
Officer Gore That you take this rig straight back to the dealer.
Y-you got it.
Col. Slade
Shut up.
Officer Gore [Holds out the papers]
You want this?
Col. Slade
Sure. [Reaches out and takes the papers] Gore, your face and your voice are familiar. You ever in the Officers' Club at Danang?
Officer Gore No.
Col. Slade
Ever in the Army?
Officer Gore No, Coast Guard.
Col. Slade
Good Lord. Ha ha!
Officer Gore [frowns, then laughs]
Your dad's looking good, Charlie. He's got a heavy foot, though. Tell him to take it light, all right?
Mr. Sims, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar.
But not a snitch!
Excuse me?
No, I don't think I will.
Mr. Slade!
This is such a crock of shit!
Please watch your language, Mr. Slade. You are in the Baird School not a barracks. Now Mr. Sims I will give you one final opportunity to speak up.
Mr. Sims doesn't want it. He doesn't need to labeled, "...still worthy of being a 'Baird Man.'" What the hell is that? What is your motto here? Boys, inform on your classmates, save your hide. Anything short of that we're gonna burn you at the stake? Well, gentlemen. When the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay. Here's Charlie--facing the fire, and there's George--hiding in big Daddy's pocket. And what are you doing? You're gonna reward George, and destroy Charlie.
Are you finished, Mr. Slade?
No. I'm just gettin' warmed up. I don't know who went to this place--William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryan, William Tell--whoever. Their spirit is dead; if they ever had one, it's gone. You're building a rat ship here. A vessel for sea-going snitches. And if you think your preparing these "minnows" for manhood, you better think again. Because I say you are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills! What a sham! What kind of show are you guys puttin' on here today? I mean, the only class in this act is sittin' next to me. And I'm here to tell you, this boy's soul is in tact. It is non-negotiable. You know how I know? Because someone here--I'm not gonna say who--offered to buy it. Only Charlie here wasn't selling.
Sir, you are out of order!
Out of order, I'll show you out of order! You don't know what out of order is Mr. Trask! I'd show you but I'm too old, I'm too tired, and I'm too ****in' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago I'd take a flame-thrower to this place. Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talking to!? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen, boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there is nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say "you are executing his soul!" And why? Because he's not a Baird man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you're going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, **** you too!
Stand down Mr. Slade!
I'm not finished! As I came in here, I heard those words...cradle of leadership. Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And it has fallen here, it has fallen! Makers of men, creators of leaders, be careful what kind of leaders you're producing here. I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong; I'm no judge or jury. But I can tell you this; he won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that, my friends, is called integrity. That's called courage. Now that's the stuff leaders should be made of. (pause) Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew. But I never took it. You know why? It was too damn hard. Now here's Charlie; he's come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path. It's the right path. It's a path made of principle, that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy's future in your hands, committee! It's a valuable future. Believe me! Don't destroy it...protect it...embrace it. It's gonna make you proud one day...I promise you.
But there is nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit.
How's that for cornball?
I called an open meeting of this institution this morning because the incident that occurred this Tuesday last describes an issue that concerns all of us. Not an isolated case of vandalism, what happened is a symptom of a sickness in this society. A sickness which runs counter to the principles this school was founded on. A school among whose graduates, two have sat behind the desk in the Oval Office, in the White House. Baird men have run state departments, investment houses. Founded department stores, coached football teams. Our alumni receive their bulletins in ashrams in India and in palaces in Jordan: we are, in fact, known around the world as the cradle of this country's leadership. A beacon to the nations. But today, we are bleeding from disrespect. Blatant disrespect. Disrespect for our values, and disrespect for our standards. A disrespect for the Baird tradition. And, as the custodians of that tradition, we are here today to protect each other from those who threaten it.
I like it when you hurt me!
I'll give you two. You can dance the tango and drive a Ferrari better than anyone I've ever seen.
I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too **** blind.
If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a flamethrower to this place!
If you make a mistake and get all tangled up, you just tango on.