Clifford Anderson Quotes in Trapped in Paradise (1994)

Clifford Anderson: Ahh, what do we have here?

Rutag Guard: Two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Just sign here.

[Bill starts choking on his cigarette]

Sidney Bruhl: Why make it anywhere? Why make it?

Clifford Anderson: Hahaha, because it's there, Sidney!

Sidney Bruhl: That's mountains, not plays! Plays are not there until some asshole writes them!

Clifford Anderson: It has to be a playwright who writes thrillers because, I don't know, Arthur Miller probably has old sample cases hanging on the wall.

Clifford Anderson: [with a gun pointed at him, which only clicks and does not fire] Bang, bang. Sorry, the click is so anticlimactic, Sidney, but I needed the bullets from that gun...

[takes a gun down from the wall]

Clifford Anderson: ... for this one. Now sit down, down, down. Sit down! Right in that chair, thank you. "Reversal," Sidney! Remember? You stressed it in the seminar. First day!

[Clifford stops typing and sees that Sidney is reading the newspaper rather than also working]

Clifford Anderson: Nothing doing? Why don't you have Helga Ten Dorp over? I don't know, maybe talking with her might spark something.

[Sidney glares at him and removes the cigar from his mouth.]

Sidney Bruhl: You do like to live dangerously, don't you?

[Clifford sits back in his chair, chuckling.]

Sidney Bruhl: This is Clifford Anderson, my secretary; my friend, Porter Milgrim.

Clifford Anderson: How do you do, sir?

Porter Milgrim: How do you do.

Clifford Anderson: Nice to meet you.

Sidney Bruhl: I would say "my attorney," but he'd bill me.

Clifford Anderson: Would you like me to explain?

Sidney Bruhl: What, that you're a lunatic with a death-wish?

Clifford Anderson: Ha ha ha. I've got the same wish you have, Sidney - a success wish!

Sidney Bruhl: Clifford, I hate to ask this, but could you give me your own special definition of success, being gangbanged in the shower in the state penitentiary?

Clifford Anderson: Aw, geez, I knew you were going to have reservations about it.

Sidney Bruhl: Reservations? I am standing here, petrified, stupefied, horrified! How's that for bloody reservations?

Clifford Anderson: Come on, Sidney, listen. Look, there is no way... there is no way for anybody to prove what did or did not cause Myra to have a heart attack.

Clifford Anderson: Are you trying to say that you don't think that you can trust me?

Sidney Bruhl: How clearly you put it!

Sidney Bruhl: Clifford, my dear, in your run-ins with the law, in your infancy so to speak, did any of the doctors, policemen, shrinks, did any of them ever use... the... word...?

Clifford Anderson: What word Sidney?

Sidney Bruhl: Sociopath?

Clifford Anderson: Does that word... frighten you, Sidney?

Sidney Bruhl: No, no. It does however, give me pause.

Clifford Anderson: I want a short cut, Sidney. And I really don't care whose yard I cut through, if you understand me.

Sidney Bruhl: Do a quick wash-up, get into bed, stay there.

Clifford Anderson: I'll buy that.

[Kissing Sidney]