Sin City 2005 quotes, page 6

Jackie-boy

Nobody ever really quits. A smoker's a smoker when the chips are down. And your chips are down.

Marv

Patrick Henry Roark. A man of the cloth. Could've become president but chose to serve God, and along the way just happened to become one of the most powerful men in the state. He's brought down mayors and govenors like they were nothin'. Even made his rotten brother a US senator. And now here he's gonna die in the name of a dead hooker. More and more I like the sound of it.

Dwight

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

Marv

She says her name is Goldie.

Shellie

Shut up and keep your hands to yourself or I'll cut your little pecker off!

Hartigan

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

Dwight

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.

Marv

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

Marv

The cops- they're telling me too much. showing up before anybody but me and the killer could know there's been a murder. somebody paid good money for this frame. No reason at all to play it Quiet. No reason to play it anyway but my way.

Dwight

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.

Marv

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.

Marv

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.

Hartigan

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.

Hartigan

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.

Jackie-boy

This is a career-ending wound, whore!