Marv Quotes in Sin City: A Dame to Kill For (2014)

Nancy Callahan: Looks like trouble.

Marv: Looks like Christmas.

Marv: [observes Ava] That right there is a dame to kill for...

Marv: [takes a punch] Just another Saturday night...

Marv: [seeing Nancy covered in scars] Just give me a name.

[long pause]

Nancy Callahan: ...Roark.

Marv: [waking up next to a crashed car and a group of dead bodies] How did I get here? What have I done?

[first lines]

Marv: Metal screams. Something hits me square in the chest. There's no up or down. I don't weigh a thing.

Marv: How did I get here? What have I done, and why? I can't remember for the life of me.

Marv: Why'd he call me "Bernie"?

Marv: [to Dwight] Here we are pal. All of sudden this doesn't look like the brightest idea you ever had, huh?

Marv: Remember when you did, remember what you did.

Marv: What have I done, and why? I must have forgotten my medicine. I've got a condition. It's bad to forget your medicine when you've got a condition.

Marv: [to Nancy] I hope you don't mind me saying this, but... you look hot.

Kevin McCallister: You guys give up? Have you had enough pain?

Marv: Nevah!

Harry: [Shakes head at Marv]

Harry: Here we are Marv. New York City, the land of opportunity.

[sniffs]

Harry: Smell that?

Marv: [sniffs] Yeah.

Harry: Know what that is?

Marv: Fish.

Harry: It's freedom.

Marv: No, it's fish.

Harry: It's freedom, and it's money.

Marv: Okay, okay, it's freedom.

Harry: Come on, let's get out of here before somebody sees us.

Marv: And it's fish.

Marv: [seizes a brick] SUCK BRICK KID!

[throws down to Kevin]

Harry: [hears a loud rumbling] What's that sound?

[a tool chest bursts through the door, pinning Marv and Harry to the wall]

Marv: [congested] That was the sound of a tool chest, falling down the stairs.

Harry: Oh.

Harry: What store is going to make the most cash on Christmas Eve that nobody's gonna think to rob?

Marv: Candy stores!

Harry: Nine year-olds rob candy stores, Marv. This is what I had in mind.

[shows him an ad for Duncan's Toy Chest]

Marv: That's brilliant, Harry. Brilliant.

Harry: Yep. There's nobody dumb enough to knock off a toy store on Christmas Eve.

Marv: Oh yes, there is.

[Points to Harry, then points to self]

Harry: [opens the cash register and steals money from it] Merry Christmas, Harry.

Marv: [opens the money chest and steals money from it] Happy Hanukkah, Marv.

Harry: [while Harry and Marv are robbing Duncan's Toy Chest, Kevin takes their picture] He took our picture!

Marv: How'd my hair look?

[Marv stands in the doorway of the under re-construction brownhouse, in front of a big hole in the floor]

Marv: Harry, I've reached the top!

[Marv steps forward and falls through the hole to the very bottom of the house, in the basement]

Harry: You better say every prayer you ever heard, kid.

Marv: I hope your parents got you a tombstone for Christmas!

Marv: Let's kill!

Harry: Hold on, peabrain. We got busted last time because we underestimated that little bundle of misery.

Marv: This ain't like the last time. This ain't his house. The kid's running scared. He ain't got a plan.

Harry: May I do the thinking, please?

[climbing down the rope]

Marv: Harry, are you wearing aftershave?

Harry: That's not aftershave, Marv. That's kerosene. The rope is soaked in it.

Marv: Now why would anyone wanna soak a rope in kerosene?

[Kevin lights a match]

Kevin McCallister: Merry Christmas.

Harry: Go up!

Marv: Aaaah!

Harry: I hate throwing a job knowing that little creep is on the loose.

Marv: Yeah but what can he do? He's a kid. Kids are helpless.

Harry: Not this kid.

Marv: Yeah but this time he doesn't have a house full of dangerous goodies to get us with. He's in the park. He's alone. Kids are scared of the park.

Harry: Yeah. Grown men come into the park and never leave alive. Good luck little fella.

[Marv has just had a brick dropped on his head from three stories up and is reeling on the sidewalk]

Harry: [holding up three fingers on one hand] Marv, how many fingers am I holding up?

Marv: Uh, hmmmmmm, eight?

[in the basement, Marv built a tower out of assorted items]

Harry: Marv, are you sure this is safe?

Marv: Oh yes. I've worked all the kinks out. Solid as a rock.

[They climb up. Seconds later, it all comes crashing down]

Harry: Like a rock, huh, Marv?

Marv: He made us hide out in the store so we could steal all the kiddies' charity money.

Harry: [Kicks Marv] Shut up, Marv! You got the right to remain silent, you know.

Marv: He's a little cranky. We just broke out of prison a few days ago.

Harry: [Kicks Marv again] Shut up, Marv! Geez.

Policeman: Get'em outta here.

Marv: Remember, if this makes the papers, we're no longer the Wet Bandits, we're the Sticky Bandits!

Harry: [Kicks Marv again] Shut up!

Marv: That's S...

Harry: [Kicks Marv again] Shut up!

Marv: ...T...

[Gets kicked again]

Marv: Ummm...

Harry: I.

Marv: ...I...

Marv: I'm gonna murder that kid.

Marv: [they catch Kevin] You may have won the battle, little dude, but you lost the war.

Harry: [Yelling up to Kevin] Sonny. Nothing would make me happier than to kill you. Knockin' off a youngster doesn't mean a lot to me. But, since we're in a hurry, I'll make a deal with you. Throw down your camera, and we won't hurt you, you'll never hear from us again.

Kevin McCallister: You promise?

Harry: [Rubbing his chest with his finger] I cross my heart and hope to die.

Kevin McCallister: Okay.

[Then Kevin picks up a brick and tosses it down, hitting Marv in the forehead and Marv collapses to the ground]

Harry: [Holding up three fingers] How many fingers am I holding up, Marv?

Marv: [Dazed] Uh, eight.

Harry: [to Kevin] You wanna throw bricks, go ahead and throw another one.

[Kevin throws down another brick, hitting Marv in the forehead again]

Harry: If you can't do any better than that kid, you're gonna lose.

[Kevin throws down another brick, hitting Marv in the forehead again]

Harry: You got anymore?

[to Marv]

Harry: C'mon Marv, get up, he's outta bricks.

[Marv points up and makes incoherent noises, signaling that Kevin is about to throw another brick]

Harry: What?

[Kevin throws the brick, and once again hits Marv in the forehead]

Harry: C'mon Marv, get up; nobody throws bricks at me and gets away with it.

[to Marv]

Harry: Go in the front, I'm going around the back.

Marv: [Still Dazed] Harry. Harry. Harry.

Marv: [stealing money from Duncan's Toy Chest] This is more money than I can even count.

Harry: I don't know why we wasted so much time robbing private homes.

Marv: [stuffing the bag with cash] The amazing thing is: we're fugitives from the law, we're up to our elbows in cash, and there's nobody that even knows about it.

[Kevin taps on the window and waves]

Harry: He's back!

Marv: [Kevin reaches the entrance to the park, but slips on the ice - causing his vision to spin, as Harry and Marv appear over him] My, how the tables have turned.

Harry: How do you like the ice kid?

[Harry and Marv look at each other, they both laugh and pick Kevin up]

Harry: Let's go for a little stroll in the park.

[in the basement, looking up at the hole he fell through]

Marv: Wow! What a hole!

Marv: [looks up after falling through a huge hole in the floor] Whoa! What a hole!

Harry: [Harry and Marv have captured Kevin outside the Plaza Hotel] We spent nine months in jail, thinking we had the worst luck in the universe. We were wrong, little buddy.

Marv: We're busted out of the clink and we're doing fine. We're going to be doing even better. Because we're not robbing houses anymore. Now we're robbing toy stores. At midnight tonight, we're hitting Duncan's Toy Chest. Five floors of cash. Then after that we get a couple of phony passports then it's off to Rio...

Harry: Marv! Marv! You want to shut up?

Marv: What's the difference? He's not going to talk to anyone. Except maybe a fish. Or the undertaker.

Marv: You may have won the battle, little dude, but you lost the war.

Harry: You shouldn't have messed with us, pal. We're dangerous.

[draws his gun]

Harry: Yep, one quick score. We get ourselves a couple of phony passports and we hightail it to some foreign country.

Marv: Arizona?

Harry: [rolls his eyes]

Marv: [swipes coins from a street Santa]

Harry: That's very smart, Marv. You bust outta jail to rob 14 cents from a Santa Claus?

Marv: Every little bit helps. Besides, now we got our new nickname: we're the Sticky Bandits.

Harry: Real cute. Very cute.

Marv: Huh?

Harry: Where did he go?

Marv: Maybe he committed suicide.

Kevin McCallister: I'm over here you big horse's ass, come and get me before I call the police.

Marv: Kids are scared of the dark.

Harry: You're afraid of the dark, too, Marv.

Harry: Why the hell did you take your shoes off?

Marv: Why the hell are you dressed like a chicken?

Harry: [knocks on the back door] Merry Christmas, little fella. We know that you're in there, and that you're all alone.

Marv: Yeah, come on, kid, open up. It's Santy Claus... and his elf!

Harry: [snickers] We're not gonna hurt you.

Marv: Oh no, no, we got some nice presents for you.

[Below their heads, Kevin slowly pushes the barrel of the air rifle through the doggie door and takes aim at Harry's groin]

Harry: Be a good little fella now, and open the door.

[PING!]

Harry: [high-pitched] AAAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOO...

[Cursing fluently under his breath, he hops around holding his crotch, and falls to his knees]

Marv: What?

[Harry falls down, still groaning and cursing]

Marv: What? What happened?

Harry: Get the little...!

[Marv goes back and sticks his head through the dog door... and sees Kevin laying on his belly on the floor, aiming the air rifle right between his eyes. Marv smiles lamely]

Kevin McCallister: Hello.

[PING!]

Marv: AH! AHHH...!

[Marv falls back out of the doggie door, clutching his face]

Kevin McCallister: Yes! Yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes!

[He runs off to prepare the next trap]

Marv: The little jerk is armed!

Harry: That's it, that's it! I'm going round the front, you go down to the basement!

[He storms off, swearing under his breath]

Marv: [Harry and Marv arrive at the Mcallister house at 9:00PM] So how do you want to get in?

Harry: We'll go thru the back. Maybe the kid will let us in, you never know.

Marv: Yeah. He's a kid. Kids are stupid.

Marv: Out the window?

[Harry starts climbing out onto a zip line]

Marv: I'm not going out the window!

Harry: What're you scared, Marv? Are you afraid? C'mon, get out here.

Marv: [Marv follows Harry and they start across the rope] Ohhh, let's go back. Let's go back, Harry!

Harry: Shut up, Marv!

Kevin McCallister: [Holds a pair of hedge shears to the rope on his end] Hey guys, check this out!

Harry: Huh, oh, go back!

Marv: Oh! Good!

[They start making their way back]

Marv, Harry: [Kevin severs the rope and both of them drop] AHHHHHHHHHH!

[They slam into a brick wall and fall to the ground]

Harry: [Kevin was almost mowed down by Harry and Marv] Hey, hey! You gotta watch out for traffic, son. You know?

Kevin McCallister: Sorry.

Harry: Damn!

Marv: [to Kevin] Santy don't visit the funeral homes, little buddy.

Harry: Okay, okay. Merry Christmas.

[smiles; his gold tooth glistens; Kevin gasps]

Harry: [Marv brings a load of stolen goods from the Murphy household to the van and Harry sees him laughing] What's so funny? What are you laughing at? You did it again didn't you? You left the water running. What's wrong with you? Why do you do that? I told you not to do it.

Marv: Harry, it's our calling card!

Harry: Calling card.

Marv: All the great ones leave their mark. We're the wet bandits!

Marv: [shouting after stepping on ornaments] I'm gonna kill that kid!

[Harry and Marv have caught Kevin in the Murphy's house and hung him on the basement door]

Marv: What are we gonna do to him, Harry?

Harry: We'll do exactly what he did to us: we're gonna burn his head with a blowtorch!

Marv: And smash his face with an iron!

Harry: How about we slap him in the face with a paint can!

Marv: Or shove a nail through his foot!

[Behind them, Marley sneaks in with his snow shovel]

Harry: First thing I'm gonna do is to bite off every one of these little fingers, one at a time...

[Marley raises his shovel and knocks Marv out cold, Harry turns around only to be knocked out, too. Marley lifts Kevin off the door]

Marley: Come on, let's get you home.

Harry: [timidly] What're you doin', Marv?

Marv: [looking at Buzz's tarantula at rest on Harry; whispering warningly] Harry, don't move!

Harry: [questioningly] Maaarv?

Marv: [a little loudly at first, then to a whisper, then attempts to kill the tarantula with his crowbar] Don't...! Move...

Harry: [timidly again] What, what're you doin'? M - Marv...?

[Marv hits him with the crowbar, but the tarantula escapes into Buzz's room]

Harry: Aiee! Jeez... so... crumbin!

Marv: [hurriedly looking around for the tarantula] Did I get him?

[louder]

Marv: Did I get him? Where'd it go? Where is it?

Harry: [starts wacking Marv with his crowbar, the tossing it aside] Never mind, now how do you like that, *huh*? Ya jerk! Get that kid, Marv, get that kid!

[From trailer]

Marv: He's a kid. Kids are stupid. I know I was.

Harry: You still are, Marv.

Harry: [sitting outside the McCallister house] I don't get it. I mean right now it looks like there's nobody home. Last night the place was jumping. Something ain't right.

Harry: [to Marv]

Harry: Go check it out.

Marv: [Stares blankly] Now?

Harry: No tomorrow, egghead. NOW! GET! "Now".

Marv: He's gonna call the cops!

Harry: He's not callin' the - from a tree house?

Marv: [listening to a phone message in the house they are robbing] Hey, Harry, that house we were at last night, was that the McCallisters?

Harry: Yeah.

Marv: You're right. They're gone.

Harry: I knew they were.

Marv: Silver tuna tonight!

Officer Devereux: Hey, you know we've been looking for you two guys for a long time. You guys are always leaving the water running whenever you break in, now we know each and every house you guys have hit.

Marv: Yeah. But remember, we're the wet bandits. The wet bandits. W-E-T.

Harry: [shouting] Shut up.

Harry: [pointing to the McCallister house] That's the one, Marv, that's the silver tuna.

Marv: Oh, it's very gee.

Harry: Very gee, huh? It's loaded. It's got lot's of top-flight goods. Stereos, VCRs...

Marv: Toys?

Harry: Probably looking at some very fine jewelry. Possible cash hoarde. Odd marketable securities... Who knows. It's a gem. Hand me a crow bar. Crow bars up.

[they clink their crow bars together]

Marv: [as they follow behind Kevin, he suddenly runs] Why is he going faster?

Harry: See, I told you something was wrong. See I knew he looked at me weird. Why would he run?

Marv: [pulls on a light chain attached to an iron in the laundry chute. Notices the chain coiling and looks up to see the iron falling face first toward him] Uh-oh.

Marv: He's only a kid Harry. We can take him.

Marv: [the McCallister house is filled with supposed partygoers; music is blasting] Did they come back?

Harry: From *Paris*?

[first lines]

Marv: Hello. I'm Marv. Today, we're gonna discuss baths - more specifically, how to take one. Baths have been around for a long time. The ancient Romans built fancy ones, like Caracalla. In the Middle Ages, the were called "stews"... 'cause you had to be stewed in order to take one. They were open to both sexes. Today, the Japanese have bisexual bathing

[winks]

Marv: . Here in America, we didn't bathe so much until recently. The Saturday-night bath used to be a ritual. Today, it's more like every other day, or... even every day. How do I know this? Heh. People have told me, that's how!

Marv: Hey, you know the old joke, "What's the difference between a woman in a bathtub and a woman in church?" I'll give you a clue: the woman in church has hope in her soul.

Marv: Be careful about passing gas when you're in the bathtub. It doesn't just go away!

Marv: Hey, you ever hear the one about the man who checked into a hotel room and got into the tub and farted? The bellhop heard him and brought him a bottle of beer on a tray. The man said, "Hey, I didn't order that!" The bellhop said, "You did too! I distinctly heard you say, 'Bellboy, bring me a bottle of Bud!'"

[last lines]

Marv: Once you're done, you wanna dry yourself on a big, fluffy, Turkish towel. The Turks were heavily into baths too, hence the expression "Whoo! It's like a Turkish bath in here!" Now, you probably want to curl up with a nice book, or maybe get together with a special someone who hopefully will have bathed too in the fairly recent past! Whatever... enjoy. Mmm, that's what bathing is all about... in spite of what you may have heard to the contrary. Have a nice day!

Richard Titties: Who the hell carries around packages of bologna in their bag?

Marv: You'll find out when you're my age.

Priest: ...ask yourself if that corpse of a slut is worth dying for.

Marv: Worth dying for.

[shoots priest]

Marv: Worth killing for.

[shoots him again]

Marv: Worth going to hell for.

[shoots him again]

Marv: Amen.

[narration]

Marv: The night's as hot as hell. It's 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 minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.

Marv: This is blood for blood and by the gallons. These are the old days man, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They're back! There's no choices left. And I'm ready for war.

Lucille: Prison was hell for you Marv, it's gonna be life this time.

Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here. But I'm out now. It took someone who was kind to me getting killed to do it. But I'm out. And I know exactly what I'm gonna do.

[repeated line]

Marv: That there is one damn fine coat you're wearin'.

Marv: I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

Marv: That's the thing with dames, sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.

Marv: [while exacting revenge on Kevin] He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams.

Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.

Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart?

Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.

[Marv's last line, blood pouring from his mouth, after the first shock from the electric chair]

Marv: Is that the best you can do, you pansies?

[They shock him again]

Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you?

Marv: [holding up Kevin's severed head] What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.

Marv: [Marv is walking in the back door to Kadie's]

[voiceover]

Marv: Walk down the right back alley in Sin City...

Bouncer: [the bouncer throws someone out the door] Leave your hands off Nancy!

Marv: [voiceover] ... and you could find anything.

[Marv steps over the man on the ground and walks right up to the bouncer]

Bouncer: That coat looks like Baghdad. So does your face. Take off!

[Marv jabs his thumbs into the bouncer's eyes and walks him backwards through the door]

Bouncer: Urrrghh... aaahhhhh! Ahhh!

[Marv throws him into a corner booth]

Maeve: [watching the whole thing] He's new here, Marv, he didn't know.

Marv: Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.

Marv: Wait a second. Why'd she call you Wendy?

Wendy: Because that's my name, you ape. Goldie was my sister. My twin sister.

Marv: I guess she was the nice one.

Marv: I'm on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face. And I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it.

Marv: Hell's waking up every goddamn day and not even knowing why you're here.

Marv: [to Kevin] I got you now, ya little bastard. Let's see you hop around now.

Marv: You can scream now if you want.

Lucille: [screaming] He made me WATCH! Christ, I could use a cigarette.

Marv: [narrating] That's the thing with dames; sometimes all they gotta do is let it out and a few buckets later there's no way you'd know.

Marv: [Driving while grinding a man's face against the pavement] I don't know about you, but I'm havin' a ball.

Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know...

Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.

Marv: I've been framed for murder and the cops are in on it. But the real enemy, the son of a bitch who killed the angel lying next to me, he's out there somewhere, out of sight, the big missing piece that'll give me the how and the why and a face and a name and a soul to send screaming into hell.

Wendy: [Marv has just easily shrugged off the ropes] You sat there and took it... when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to...

Marv: Sure, but I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you. And I probably would've had to paste you one getting the gun. And I don't hurt girls.

Priest #2: [Before Marv's execution] Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

Marv: Would you get a move on already? I haven't got all night.

Marv: I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.

Cop: Sir! There's no sign of the target.

Marv: Here's a sign.

[comes up behind cop and swings hatchet into the cop's crotch]

Marv: [voiceover] Goldie's dead. I've been framed for murder. The cops are in on it.

Cop: [knocks on door] Open up! Police!

Marv: I'll be right out.

[flicks lighter shut]

Marv: [Door is blown off its hinges, taking several cops with it]

[Marv has been mistaken for Goldie's murderer]

Marv: You crazy god-damn broad! Just take a look at this mug. Would any of you dames let me get close enough to you to kill you? None of you would, but Goldie... But she only did because she thought I could protect her. And I bet those cops didn't do a damn thing about those other girls, did they? But as soon as they had me for a fall guy they showed up, guns blazing. But they didn't get me and I've been killing my way to the truth ever since. So go ahead, doll, shoot me now, or get the hell out of my way.

Marv: I try to slow my heart down and breathe the fire out of my lungs.

Marv: [narrating] I don't know why you died, Goldie. I don't know why and I don't know how, I never even met you before tonight. But you were a friend and more when I needed one. And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you. It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him. I love you, Goldie.

Marv: [Narrating] I've been having so much fun I forgot to take my medicine.

Marv: It wasn't you losers who killed Goldie. The guy who did that knew what he was doing. Still, you got to have something to tell me. Like who it was who sent you.

[Marv pistol whips him]

Marv: I don't hear you giving me any name, jerk. Guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high.

[shoots him in the crotch]

Marv: You keep holding out on me like this, and I'm going to have to get really nasty.

Stan: It was Telly Stern passed me the order. Runs the tables over at the Triple Ace Club.

Marv: Thanks again.

[Shoots him in the head]

Marv: [Narrating, watching Kevin go downstairs] Heading down for a midnight snack... and I can guess what kind.

Wendy: Kill em' for me Marv. Kill 'em good.

Marv: I won't let you down, Goldie.

Marv: So, you were scared, weren't you Goldie? Somebody wanted you dead and you knew it. Well, I'm gonna find that son of a bitch that killed you, and I'm gonna give him the hard goodbye. Walk down the right back alley in Sin City, and you can find anything.

Marv: I had to fight some cops.

Lucille: Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?

Marv: Nah, I don't think so, but they know they've been in a fight, that's for damn sure.

Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.

Marv: That's one fine coat you're wearing.

Marv: 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 would turn into? A maniac. A psycho killer.

Marv: [shows up at Lucille's apartment heavily bandaged] It's okay, Lucille. I was just grazed.

Marv: Lucille's my parole officer. She's a dyke, but God knows why. With that body of hers she could have any man she wants.

Marv: [Bud has been ignoring him] What the hell is the matter with you? Things are so bad out there even the lifers are complaining, but not you. No. You're pulling in big money. So what's the score huh...

Bud Fox: Hey LOOK! I am SICK and TIRED of playing wet nurse to you all the time! Will you do your own homework, Marv?

Marv: [leaves] What an asshole!

Bud Fox: Hi, Marv.

Marv: [sarcastically] Oh, hi. Say, why don't YOU get the hell out of MY office!

Bud Fox: I know I've been a bit of a schmuck lately and I just want to apologize.

Marv: You've been a *real* schmuck lately. So go thou and sin no more.

Bud Fox: Let me make it up to you.

[types on computer]

Bud Fox: Bluestar. Put *all* your clients in it.

Marv: [pause] Ok, Buddy Buddy. We are back in business on Bluestar.

Bud Fox: What's the matter? Did somebody die?

Marv: Yeah...

[BlueStar stock has gone from 19 to 22 7/8 very quickly]

Marv: Whew! Stock's going to Pluto, man.

Bud Fox: Start unloading!

Marv: What? SELL?

Bud Fox: Dump it! Dump it all! Where's Lou?

Marv: He's over there.

[Marv gets on the phone]

Marv: Ken, this is Marvin at Jackson-Steinem. We've gotta DUMP this baby! Yeah, you've got to take the money and RUN on BST! Yeah, we're pulling out now.

[In Bud's new office]

Marv: Very nice. So what is it, *Mr.* Cocksucker now?

[Lynch is firing Dan]

Dan: We go way back, Harry. You know, I-I've put a lot of money into this firm over the years, and I've brought in a lot of businesses.

Lynch: You've taken enough out, too. You know that. You should have something put aside, for chrissake.

Dan: Well, I don't. With the divorces and everything, I haven't had a chance. And the kids...

Lynch: The bridges are burned.

[Bud walks by Lynch's office]

Dan: When you fire me, I'm finished, Harry, finished on the street.

Lynch: How do think I feel about this?

Dan: How do you think I feel? I've got a lot of responsibilities.

Bud Fox: [to Marv] What's goin' on?

Marv: Lynch is giving him the boot. He's not pulling his quota. We're all just one trade away from humility, Bud.

Marv: We're all just one trade away from humility.

Marv: Sure went down the toilet with that ugly bitch.