Bogart Quotes in Play It Again, Sam (1972)

Bogart: Somewheres in life you got turned around; it's HER job to smell good for YOU.

Nancy: Don't listen to him!

Bogart: Don't listen to HER!

Allan: Fellas, we're in a supermarket.

Allan: I can't do it. How does it look? I invite her over and then come on like a sex degenerate. What am I, a rapist?

Bogart: You're getting carried away. You think too much. Just do it.

Allan: We're platonic friends. I can't spoil that by coming on. She'll slap my face.

Bogart: Oh, I've had my face slapped plenty of times.

Allan: Yeah, but your glasses don't go flying across the room.

[last lines]

Bogart: That was great. You've, uh, you've really developed yourself a little style.

Allan: Yeah, I do have a certain amount of style, don't I?

Bogart: Well, I guess you won't be needing me any more. There's nothing I can tell you now that you don't already know.

Allan: I guess that's so. I guess the secret's not being you, it's being me. True, you're - you're not too tall and kind of ugly, but - what the hell, I'm short enough and ugly enough to succeed on my own.

Bogart: Hmmph. Here's looking at you, kid.

Bogart: I never saw a dame yet that didn't understand a good slap in the mouth or a slug from a .45.

Bogart: Now move closer to her.

Allan: How close?

Bogart: The length of your lips.

Allan: That's very close.

[first lines]

Bogart: [in doctor's office] When I came home from the clinic everyone was asleep. Normally they'd hear my truck. We live in the middle of nowhere, so... I parked it about a half a mile down the road and I walked home, but my boyfriend heard. He hears everything. When he came in to see what was wrong, I just tried to pretend to be asleep. But I couldn't hold it in, and I started to cry.

Peter: Go on...

Bogart: Sorry. I was balling my eyes out, and uh, he held me. And I wished... I wished I hadn't done it. I wished... it was still inside me and still alive.

Peter: Um hmm...

Bogart: I've have four of them now. I don't know why when I make love I can't feel anything. Sometimes I think, well, I can't really see any reason to keep trying. They keep going.

Bogart: Aren't you supposed to say something. I just you I'm thinking about killing myself, I have no reason to live.

Peter: [scribbling on his clipboard] Um, yeah. Yeah. I think a prescription of, uh, Paxil might be the, uh, the right prescription. Okay.

Man: [out of frame] Anything else, Peter?

Peter: [reading his clipboard] Um, "can't feel anything... reason to kill..."

Man: Paxil. Really?