Bloom Quotes in Daylight (1996)

Chief Dennis Wilson: [Bloom emerges from air shaft] Whaddya got?

Bloom: Sorry, Chief. Blocked about twenty feet in.

[Coughs]

Bloom: Structure's so shaky, I wouldn't even risk a firecracker.

Chief Dennis Wilson: What about hydraulics? We brace up as we go...

Bloom: Can't be done!

Chief Dennis Wilson: You listen to me. The person who says it can't be done is always interrupted by the one who just did it!

[Climbs into air shaft; air shaft immediately collapses, killing Wilson]

Ms. London: We're going to break through from the Manhattan side, that's the consensus of the city engineers

Bloom: Consensus my ass

Ms. London: Who's this?

Bloom: That tunnel is being held up by Kettle Point Pressure

Ms. London: I asked your NAME!

Frank Kraft: Why don't you forget what her name is and listen to what she's saying to you

Bloom: Do you feel cheated?

Penelope Stamp: The trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat.

Bloom: How did you find me?

Penelope Stamp: Bang Bang.

Bloom: Bang Bang?

Penelope Stamp: She gave me her cell number.

Bloom: Bang Bang has a cell phone?

Stephen: The score to beat is 7.9. Keep your head in the game, that Japanese judge is very tough.

Bloom: This is a banana seat, man.

[Stephen and Bang Bang stare at him]

Bloom: Don't give me that blank look. You know what a goddamn banana seat is.

Bloom: You don't understand what my brother does. He writes his cons the way dead Russians write novels, with thematic arcs and embedded symbolism and shit. And he wrote me as the vulnerable anti-hero. And that's why you think you want to kiss me. It's a con.

Bloom: Eat your waffles, fat man.

Bloom: There's actually a nack to this. If you're trying to fast-track to a mark's sympathies, there's nothing quite as effective as having your first conversation be from a hospital bed... they put you in.

Penelope Stamp: Oh my god, I'm so horny!

Bloom: [exiting] Goodnight.

Stephen: See, you've reached an unethical conclusion. You think you want out, but you don't. One last con.

Bloom: Where are we going?

Stephen: New Jersey.

Bloom: ...I'll get my coat...

Bloom: Trying to get something real by telling yourself stories is a trap.

[last lines]

Penelope Stamp: He said to me, there's no such thing as an unwritten life. Just a badly written one.

Bloom: Oh God.

Penelope Stamp: I love you Bloom. You know what we're gonna do? We're gonna live. Like we're telling the best story in the whole world.

Penelope Stamp: Are you ready?

Bloom: [narrating] And Stephen said something else one. The perfect con is one where everyone involved gets just the thing they wanted.

Bloom: I can't wake up next to another stranger, who thinks they know me, or even wants to know me, cause I don't know - who - I'm thirty five years old, and I, I'm useless, I'm crippled, I don't, I've only ever lived life through these roles that aren't me, that are written for me by you.

Stephen: Tell me what you want.

Bloom: Why? So you can write me a role in a story where I get it? You're not listening to me. I want a real... thing, I wanna do things how I don't know are gonna work out, a-I, want, a...

Stephen: You want an unwritten life.

Bloom: What was your childhood like?

Penelope Stamp: I make cameras out of watermelons.

Bloom: By the way, in case you're wondering, I'm Jewish.

Danny: Are you a Catholic Jew or a Protestant Jew?

Danny: [Looking through police photographs] They can't all have done something.

Bloom: O yes, they can. That's the beauty of it. Nowadays, here, everybody is guilty.

Bloom: Maybe you're better off forgetting.

Danny: *You* asked me to remember.

Bloom: I know. I know. But it's deep. And it's everywhere.

Danny: What is?

Bloom: Evil.

[Last lines]

Danny: Why didn't you tell me, Mr. Bloom?

Bloom: I didn't know.

Danny: You wanted me to find out.