David Pollock Quotes in Arabesque (1966)

David Pollock: Follow that car!

Taxi Driver: All my life I have waited for somebody to say that!

Major Sylvester Pennington Sloane: May I have a word with you please Professor Pollock?

David Pollock: Well... if it's about that small outstanding bill at the bookstore there is a simple explanation: Poverty.

Major Sylvester Pennington Sloane: No, it's nothing like that.

David Pollock: Oh, in that case, how do you do?

Yasmin Azir: Why don't you tell them where the cipher is?

David Pollock: Becasue I don't know where it is.

Yasmin Azir: You told me you had it.

David Pollock: You told me lots of things too. Looks like we're just a pair of pathological liars.

David Pollock: Let us through! That man's about to be killed!

Policeman: I hardly think so, sir. This is England!

David Pollock: Those stairs must lead somewhere.

Yasmin Azir: Are you sure?

David Pollock: If they don't, watch out for the last one!

Yasmin Azir: This is like a recurring dream I used to have.

David Pollock: How did it end?

Yasmin Azir: Don't ask!

David Pollock: I have a vivid imagination... I must say... I never saw myself unpacking a prime minister!

Yasmin Azir: Are you burning it?

David Pollock: That's how you detect invisible ink. Weren't you ever in the Boy Scouts?

Yasmin Azir: I flunked the physical.

David Pollock: Should have tried my troop, we'd have waived it.

David Pollock: There's nothing like a little kidnapping now and then to keep the circulation going.

David Pollock: Very well sir, where would you like me to be murdered this time?

Yasmin Azir: You've got to listen to me!

David Pollock: Boy, every time I try to listen to you someone either hits me over the head or tries to vaccinate me.

David Pollock: I couldn't let you die without hearing the end of your story!

David Pollock: I'll meet you in Knightsbridge at the Kelly Hotel. I'm registered there under the name of O'Malley.

Yasmin Azir: [confused] 'O'Malley'?

David Pollock: Yeah, there's a discount if you're Irish.

David Pollock: [Giving instructions to the driver of a large truck which is blocking the road] All right, mate. Lots of room, lots of room. That's it. Keep on going. Lots of leeway back there.

David Pollock: Bring her on back, mate. Okay, fine. Plenty of leeway. Plenty of leeway. Lots of room. Right on back. Good.

[Rear end of truck smashes through a brick wall]

Yasmin Azir: Yussef is not my boyfriend. I loathe him.

David Pollock: Of course you do. You just do what he tells you because he's holding your family hostage back in the old country.

Yasmin Azir: How did you know that?

David Pollock: Oh, come on. I've seen that movie.

Yasmin Azir: General Ali Ben Ali, the man he works for, threatened to kill my mother and sisters unless I cooperated with him.

David Pollock: And Beshraavi, who's he got, your Uncle Max from Newark?

Yasmin Azir: What do you mean?

David Pollock: Forget it. If you want to live with Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, that's your business.

Yasmin Azir: [At the races, both dressed up posh] Well, if it isn't Mr. Dillingham.

David Pollock: By Jove, it's actually Lady Hetherington-Cartwright.

Yasmin Azir: Don't overdo it.

David Pollock: I didn't know you could.

David Pollock: Mrs. Ragheeb, I know this is a terrible time to trouble you, but I've got to know what that inscription means. I thought, perhaps, among your husband's notes... But he must have told you something. He must have mentioned where he got it, who gave it to him. We have to know.

Ragheeb's Wife: "We"? Who's "we"?

David Pollock: A girl. Her family's in great danger. Her mother and sisters, General Ali will kill them.

Ragheeb's Wife: Is the girl named Yasmin Azir?

David Pollock: Yes.

Ragheeb's Wife: And she told you that her mother and her sisters are in danger?

David Pollock: Yes.

Ragheeb's Wife: Yasmin has no such family, Mr Pollock. There is only her father. General Ali would never harm him.

David Pollock: Why not?

Ragheeb's Wife: Because General Ali *is* her father.

Yasmin Azir: The police think you killed Webster. Have you seen the papers?

David Pollock: I don't care what they say as long as they spell my name right.

Beshraavi: Mr. Pollock, very good of you to reonsider my proposal.

David Pollock: I always try my best to cooperate with the very rich Mr. Beshraavi.

David Pollock: ...and dear Miss Azire. You know, for a poor subjugated Arab lady you lead one hell of an emancipated life. Mr. Beshraavi on the one hand and Mr. Yussef Kasim on the other. Do you get Sundays off?

Webster: That cipher, *where is it*?

David Pollock: Ask me later alligator.

Webster: *Where is it*?

David Pollock: I left it at Beshraavi's. After all, it belongs to him.

Yussef Kasim: Wrong again teach. He snatched it. Belongs to this cat right here. Now where is it?

David Pollock: Miss Azir, after all we've been through together couldn't you find it in your heart to put in a small word on my behalf?

Yasmin Azir: He told me he had it in his pocket.

David Pollock: [shaking head] Tattle tale.

David Pollock: This isn't your house. This is my house, and you weren't invited, so go away!

Yasmin Azir: I didn't even know if you were alive, but I came to warn you anyway.

David Pollock: Warn me about what?

Yasmin Azir: Nazim's men. They are on their way here to get the cipher back. You've got to get away.

David Pollock: Now slow down a minute. Aren't you the same Miss Azir who just stood there while your friends tried to kill me?

Yasmin Azir: Oh David! You don't think I enjoyed that?

David Pollock: Oh! Well! So long as you didn't enjoy it!

David Pollock: If I could find my head, I'd go get it examined.

Yasmin Azir: Webster sold out to Nazim.

David Pollock: It must be a popular indoor sport these days.

Yasmin Azir: You're not including me i hope!

David Pollock: Of course not. We're believing you today.

Yasmin Azir: [At a construction site - after they've both lied about where they were going] David, you followed me, didn't you?

David Pollock: No, I didn't! You went to the embassy, and I came here to my hotel.

Yasmin Azir: [Addressing a uniformed Queen's Guardsman, under whose foot an important scrap of paper has lodged] Excuse me, soldier...

David Pollock: [correcting her] He's a Guardsman.

Yasmin Azir: Excuse me, Guardsman. I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're on duty, but... there is something under your foot that belongs to us.

Beshraavi: You mustn't mind Hassan, Mr. Pollock.

David Pollock: 'Hassan'?

Beshraavi: He's a peregrine falcon. I've named him Hassan Jena after our beloved prime minister. They share so many sterling qualities. A sharp eye, a fierce dedication, and *very* sharp claws. Hassan won't harm you, Mr. Pollock, if you don't separate him from his master. He is excessively loyal.

David Pollock: You keep him well fed, I trust.

Beshraavi: Of course. Nobody's *that* loyal.

Beshraavi: [Offering Pollock a small platter of dried dates] Take a date, Mr. Pollock, as a gesture of friendship. I'm a very Arabian Arab, I'm afraid.

David Pollock: [Takes a date, then offers one to the falcon] Friends?

Beshraavi: Flesh, Mr. Pollock. Hassan eats only flesh.

David Pollock: I thought he looked at it wistfully.

Beshraavi: It must have been your fingers.

Yasmin Azir: [Meeting Pollock for the first time] You're an American?

David Pollock: Yes sir, indeedy-do, Ma'am.

Yussef Kasim: To the point, daddy-o. Where's the cipher?

David Pollock: The cipher?

Yussef Kasim: Yeah, the cipher. We know you've got it. No point fooling. You're in the middle of nowhere. The Marines can't save you for democracy here.

David Pollock: As long as you needed someone to sit down and work, I was your man. But the situation has changed somewhat. What you need now is someone with a Ph. D. in rough-house.

Hassan Jena: I did warn you that it might become dangerous.

David Pollock: Well, dangerous, sir, not lethal.

David Pollock: Look, everyone's got problems, including me, so I'd just as soon not get mixed up in yours.

Yasmin Azir: But you are mixed up in them, whether you like it or not.

David Pollock: In this cynical old world, you have to believe in something. So, it might as well be you.

Yasmin Azir: The candy! You are brilliant!

David Pollock: The result of a clean mind and a healthy body.

Hassan Jena: Mr. Pollock, what has happened?

David Pollock: Mr. Jena, there's been some trouble. A man was killed at Ascot today.

Hassan Jena: Yes, I heard. Have you also heard who it is they think killed him?

David Pollock: Mrs. Pollock's idiot son, David, that's who. I need your help.

Hassan Jena: I don't think there's anything I can do for you right now, besides suggesting you stay clear of the police.