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View Quote Wendy: Kill him for me, Marv. Kill him good.
View Quote The Salesman: Turn the right corner in Sin City and you can find anything
View Quote The Salesman: Care for a smoke? [repeated line]
View Quote Brian: I coulda put a bullet in your ear just now, laddy, if I hadn't gone off and got me revolver all wet and useless.
View Quote Brian: Better come clean with ya now, sweetheart. That was an outright lie I was giving ya about my revolver.
View Quote Junior: You recognize my voice, Hartigan? You recognize my voice, you piece-of-shit cop? I look different, but I bet you can recognize my voice.
View Quote Senator Roark: Power don't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes from lying. Lying big and gettin' the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you've got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you've got 'em by the balls.
View Quote 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.
View Quote 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.
View Quote Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart.
Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
View Quote 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.
View Quote 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.
View Quote Wendy: You sat there and took it... when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to...
Marv: Sure, but I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you. And I probably would've had to paste you one, getting the gun and I don't hurt girls.
View Quote Marv: Wait a minute. Why'd she call you Wendy?
Wendy: Because that's my name, you ape. Goldie was my sister, my twin sister.
Marv: I guess she was the nice one.
View Quote Hartigan: I'm looking for Nancy Callahan?
Shellie: Eyes to the stage, pilgrim. She's just warming up.
View Quote 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.
View Quote Marv: There's no settling down. It's going to be blood for blood and by the gallons. It's the old days. The bad days. The all-or-nothing days. They're back. There's no choices left and I'm ready for war.
Lucille: Prison was hell for you, Marv. It'll be life this time.
Marv: Hell? You don't know what hell is. None of you people do. Hell isn't getting beat up or cut up or hauled in front of some **** jury. Hell is waking up every god damn morning and not knowing why you're even here. Why you're even breathing.
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