Murphy Quotes in The Wraith (1986)

Sheriff Loomis: Forget it, Murphy. Roadblocks won't stop somethin' that can't be stopped.

Murphy: Loomis, what're you sayin'?

Sheriff Loomis: I'm sayin' it's over. There's nobody left in Packard's gang to kill.

Murphy: This kid smashed down a canyon through fire and bustin' glass.

Sheriff Loomis: Must've been a thousand degrees in that car.

Murphy: Uh-huh. At least.

Sheriff Loomis: Where's his eyes?

Murphy: Sent cats climbin' up my spine when I saw 'em haulin' this corpse outta that canyon - clean as if he'd come out of a hot tub. I'm worried, Loomis. Som'pin' ain't right.

Murphy: [Looking down at an intensely flaming car wreck] You think he made it?

Stokes: You gotta be kiddin' me. Local kid?

Murphy: Used to be.

Murphy: What kind of animal would do this to a dog?

Murphy: Get ready for hell

Murphy: WELL. The belted earl has spoken. All I see are hired thieves.

John Tunstill: These boys are promising young men acquiring an education.

Murphy: Well, I've had you pegged as the type that likes... educatin' young men.

Connor: Now you will receive us.

Murphy: We do not ask for your poor or your hungry.

Connor: We do not want your tired and sick.

Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim.

Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us.

Murphy: With every breath, we shall hunt them down.

Connor: Each day, we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies.

Murphy: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.

Connor: These are not polite suggestions. These are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.

Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain.

Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day, you will reap it.

Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish.

[Murphy and Conner join II Duce behind Yakavetta]

Connor, Murphy, Il Duce: And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand.

Yakavetta: Vaffanculo!

["Fuck you"]

Connor, Murphy, Il Duce: That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.

Il Duce: In nomine Patri.

Connor: Et Filii.

Murphy: Spiritus Sancti.

[they execute Yakavetta]

Murphy: And Shepherds we shall be For Thee my Lord, for Thee Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patri, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Monsignor: And I am reminded, on this holy day, of the sad story of Kitty Genovese. As you all may remember, a long time ago, almost thirty years ago, this poor soul cried out for help time and time again, but no person answered her calls. Though many saw, no one so much as called the police. They all just watched as Kitty was being stabbed to death in broad daylight. They watched as her assailant walked away. Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men.

Connor: [as the brothers exit the church] I do believe the monsignor's finally got the point.

Murphy: Aye.

Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink sh-sh-ships.

Rocco: Doc, I gotta buy you, like, a proverb book or something. This mix'n'match shit's gotta go.

Doc: What?

Connor: A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it?

Murphy: And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.

Ivan Checkov: I am Ivan Checkov, and you will be closing now.

Murphy: Checkov? Well, this here's McCoy. We find a Spock, we got us an away team.

Connor: Jeez! It's a fuckin' six-shooter. Fuck!

Murphy: There's nine bodies, genius.

Connor: What the fuck were you gonna do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?

Connor: [picking out weapons and gear] Do ya know what we need, man? Some rope.

Murphy: Absolutely. What are ya, insane?

Connor: No I ain't. Charlie Bronson's always got rope.

Murphy: What?

Connor: Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it.

Murphy: You've lost it, haven't ya?

Connor: No, I'm serious.

Murphy: Me too. That's stupid. Name one thing you gonna need a rope for.

Connor: You don't fuckin' know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it.

Murphy: What's this 'they' shit? This isn't a movie.

Connor: Oh, right.

[picks up large knife out of Murphy's bag]

Connor: Is that right, Rambo?

Murphy: All right. Get your stupid fuckin' rope.

Connor: I'll get my stupid rope. I'll get it. This is a rope right here.

Connor: We haven't really got a system of deciding who, Roc. It's, uh...

Rocco: Me! *Me*! I'm the guy! I know everyone! Their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to! I've got phone numbers, addresses! I know who they're fucking! I know where they live! We could kill *everyone.*

Murphy: So what do you think?

Connor: I'm strangely comfortable with it.

Rocco: [shouts] Fuck it! There's so much shit that pisses me off! You guys should recruit, 'cause I'm sick and fucking tired of walking down the street, waiting for one of these crack-piping, ass-wiping, motherless lowlifes to get me!

Murphy: Hallelujah, Jaffar.

Rocco: So, like, you're not just talking about mob guys, right? You're talking about pimps and drug dealers and all that shit, right?

Connor: Oh, yeah.

Rocco: Fuck. You guys could do this every goddamn day!

Murphy: We're sorta like 7-Eleven. We're not always doing business, but we're always open.

Connor: That is nicely put.

[after Rocco accidentally turns a cat into a splatter on the wall]

Murphy: I can't believe that just fucking happened!

Rocco: Is it dead?

[after dropping through the ceiling on a rope and killing nine mobsters]

Connor: Well, "Name one thing you're gonna need this stupid fucking rope for."

Murphy: That was way easier than I thought.

Connor: Aye.

Murphy: You know, on TV you always got that guy that jumps over the sofa.

Connor: And then you gotta shoot at him for ten fucking minutes, too.

Murphy: Aye.

Connor: Christ.

Murphy: We're good.

Connor: Yes, we are.

Murphy: Yeah, it's St. Paddy's Day, everyone's Irish tonight. Why don't you just pull up a stool and have a drink with us?

Connor: Destroy all that which is evil.

Murphy: So that which is good may flourish.

Rocco: Anybody *you* think is evil?

Connor: Aye.

Rocco: Don't you think that's a little weird, a little psycho?

Connor: D'you know what I think is psycho, Roc? It's decent men with loving families. They go home every day after work and they turn on the news. You know what they see? They see rapists, and murderers and child molesters. They're all getting out of prison.

Murphy: Mafiosos. Gettin' caught with twenty kilos. Gettin' out on bail the same fuckin' day.

Connor: And everywhere, everyone thinks the same thing: that someone should just go kill those motherfuckers.

Murphy: Kill 'em all. Admit it. Even you've thought about it.

Rocco: You guys should be in every major city. This is some heavy shit. This is, like, Lone Ranger heavy, man.

Detective Greenly: These guys are miles away by now, but if you wanna beat your head against a wall, then here's what you're looking for: they're scared, like two little bunny rabbits. Anything in a uniform or flashing blue lights is gonna spook 'em, okay? So the only thing we can do is put a potato on a string and drag it through South Boston, "Thanks for coming out!"

[Murphy and Connor walk into the station and Smecker sees them]

Murphy: You'd probably have better luck with a beer.

Connor: Aye, you would.

Detective Greenly: Aw, fuck.

Paul Smecker: Hey, Greenly. Onion bagel, cream cheese.

Murphy: [at the police station] Is there any way that we could stay here?

Officer Chaffey: Uh, yeah, you know, we have an extra holding cell, you guys c- Can they stay?

Paul Smecker: [sheepish grin] Well, we'll have to check with your mom. But it's okay with me if your friends sleep over.

[while interrogating the boys, Smecker is surprised that they are fluent in Russian]

Paul Smecker: You speak any other languages?

Murphy: Aye. Our mother insisted on it.

Paul Smecker: French?

Murphy: [in French] How do you think he figured all this out without talking to us?

Paul Smecker: Oh, that's beautiful.

Connor: [in Italian] I have no idea. Maybe somebody saw and talked.

Paul Smecker: What's that?

Connor: [chuckling] That's Italian.

Murphy: [in German] Not in our neighborhood, man. A hundred percent Irish. No one talks to cops. Period.

Paul Smecker: [not understanding] Jawohl!

Connor: [in Spanish] Then I guess he's just real, real good.

[the two brothers are in an airshaft and getting a bit uncomfortable]

Murphy: Where the fuck are you going?

Connor: Shhh. I'm figuring some shit out here.

Murphy: Ahh, fuck you! I'm sweatin' my ass off draggin' your fuckin' rope around. Must weigh thirty pounds.

Connor: Shhh. We are doing some serious shit here, now get a fucking hold of yourself!

Murphy: Oh, *fuck you*! I'm not the rope-totin' Charlie Bronson wannabe that's getting us fucking lost!

Connor: Would you fucking shut it?

[taps him on the head with his flash light, and both brothers start fighting in the air vent until it gives way]

Connor: You mother- Jesus fucking Christ!

Murphy: Oh, shit!

[the vents give way]

Ivan Checkov: [Checkov has handcuffed Connor to the toilet] You know why I fucking come here? I come here to kill you. But now, I no think I fucking kill you. I kill your brother. Shoot him in the head.

Connor: Fuck you!

Ivan Checkov: Gotta go.

Connor: Murph!

Murphy: Connor!

[to the Russians]

Murphy: It was just a fucking bar fight! You guys are fucking pussies!

[after discovering sickos in the booths at a strip club]

Connor: It's like a scumbag yard sale.

Murphy: We should come down here once a week and clean house.

[after Rocco shoots three men in a coffee shop]

Murphy: Liberating, isn't it?

Connor: Let's fuckin' go!

Rocco: You know, it is a bit.

[the brothers discover a briefcase of money with the roomful of Russian mobsters they've just wiped out]

Connor: Fuck me!

Murphy: Oh. The hits just keep on coming!

[whacks Connor in the face with a wad of cash]

Connor: Ow! Give it a smell!

Murphy: I love our new job.

Connor: Okay, Roc...

[Connor looks at him and laughs; his mask is badly put on]

Rocco: What? You guys got masks.

Murphy: You look like Mush Mouth from Fat Albert.

[as they keep giggling, Rocco takes his mask off]

Rocco: Fine! Fuck it. When we're done, she can ID me. I don't care. Just trying to be professional, but nooooo...

Connor: It looks fine!

Rocco: Fuck it.

Connor: Now shut the fuck up, you look good. Put it on! You look fuckin' scary, man!

[Rocco puts his mask on, again badly]

Connor: [trying not to laugh] Now Roc, are you sure that you're obee-kay-bee?

Murphy: Role models can be very important to a boy.

Manson: Where are you from?

Murphy: Metro South.

Manson: Welcome to hell.

[while Murphy arrests Emil, his gang gets the drop on Murphy]

Leon Nash: Why don't you let us take over from here, Emil?

[Emil disarms Murphy and then picks up his own shotgun]

Emil: Your ass is mine.

Clarence Boddicker: [coming in] No. Not yet it ain't. Well, what have we here?

[takes Murphy's helmet off and puts it on Emil]

Clarence Boddicker: You a good cop, hot shot? Well, sure you are. Why, you gotta be some kind of... GREAT cop to come in here all by yourself.

[strikes Murphy hard behind his knees, dropping him to the ground]

Clarence Boddicker: Where's your partner? Where's your partner?

[hits Murphy in the shoulder blade with his rifle butt]

Joe Cox: [coming in] Well, guys, other one was upstairs. She was sweeeeeeet, mm, mm, mm. I took her out.

[laughs]

Clarence Boddicker: [to Murphy] I bet that really pisses you off. You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy. Do ya?

Murphy: Buddy, I think you're slime.

[gang laughs]

Clarence Boddicker: See, I got this problem. Cops don't like me, so I don't like cops.

[Waves the aim of his gun a few times about Murphy's body, mimicking the sound of a tracking device before finally shooting Murphy's right hand off. The gang laughs in hysterics]

Clarence Boddicker: Well, give the man a hand! He's all yours.

[the gang laughs watching Murphy struggle to his feet, grasping his bleeding stump]

Emil: All right, all right. Look out.

Steve Minh: Turn around, man.

Joe Cox: Pretty boy. Hey, over here.

[Murphy turns with great difficulty and faces the gang, who gleefully empty their guns into him, shooting his wounded arm completely off]

Murphy: OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU... OW! Oh! Oh! OW! OUUUUUUUUUU...

Murphy: [getting the drop on two criminals] Hey! Don't move.

[Dougy picks up a shot gun and Murphy shoots him dead. Emil grabs his shotgun but just holds it, knowing Murphy's got him dead to rights]

Murphy: Go ahead and do it. Dead or alive, you're coming with me.

[Emil surrenders]

Murphy: [into radio] Lewis. Lewis? Lewis, I got a situation here, girl.

Murphy: [to Emil] Okay, tough guy, get up. Get up! C'mon. Spread your legs. That's right.

Murphy: [back on the radio to Lewis] Lewis, where are you? You all right?

Murphy: He'll be lucky to get life.

John McClane: He can never get out of his own way... He had a lot of problems... He's still my kid.

Murphy: I know. But it's Russia. They do things differently over there.

John McClane: Me, too.

Murphy: Dolly, Duffy and Greenly?

Eunice: The very same.

Connor: How are the lads?

Eunice: Two of them are scared. One's just horny.

Murphy: Bet'cha I can guess which one.

Peterson: Are you gonna kill me?

Murphy: Not 'til you get the safe open.

[Murphy smiles]

Murphy: Now that's a joke. Open the safe.

Gus: What's great about dating homeless girls?

Murphy: What?

Gus: You can drop them off anywhere.

[after Hanson was held at gunpoint]

Hanson: You make me laugh, you know that? I can't imagine what goes through that sick fuckin' mind of yours. Sometimes I actually think you believe you're the King himself. You know that? And what is it with those sideburns anyway? I glued mine on for the job. For you, it's an actual lifestyle choice. It's fucking sad, man.

Murphy: Nevertheless, I do know the golden rule.

Hanson: And what's that, sweetheart?

Murphy: Fuck the gold.

[Murphy shoots Hanson in the leg]

Murphy: He who has the nickel plating makes the rules.

Jack: Meet Hamilton.

Murphy: I said get a couple of guys, Jack. A couple of guys.

Jack: He is a couple of guys.

Murphy: You know the golden rule: fuck the gold. He who has a nickel-plated makes the rules.

Murphy: You want karma, asshole?

Damitry: Alright, Murphy, if you're not coming out, then we're coming in after you.

Murphy: You don't want any of me!

Murphy: You recognize me now? I recognize you.

Murphy: What's his problem?

Lady: He's deaf...

[Murphy smiles and chuckles]

Murphy: You're not, so get his head on the fucking ground.

Cybil Waingrow: This looks Beautiful.

Murphy: It's one of my favorite pieces.

Cybil Waingrow: Yeah. Where's it from?

Murphy: [whispers] Out my ass.

Cybil Waingrow: Excuse me.

Murphy: It's an African piece.

Cybil Waingrow: Looks Egyptian to me

Murphy: Fucking cowboy.

Murphy: Pork chop, Pork chop. Greasy, Greasy. We beat your team, fuckin easy easy. WHOOO Go Wombats!

Murphy: Ever been to Reno? Get your bubble gum.

Murphy: Since when did we become child molestors?

Murphy: Have you ever been shot? Do you want to feel real pain in a real body?

Ash: Does it have to be this way?

Murphy: When one of us dies and that body doesn't vanish, the other one will know.

Murphy: [referring to Class Real] Ash, don't let appearance confuse you. This is the world where you belong.

Ash: Is this what you wanted? For this you abandoned us all? To spend the rest of your life as a hollow shell in a hospital bed, staring at nothing?

Murphy: How can you be so sure? Do I look like a hollow shell? Do I? Reality is only what we tell ourselves it is! That's all! I choose this one. I prefer this reality.

Murphy: Why did you come? Because of me?

Ash: Isn't that a good reason?

Murphy: Well, where have you been?

Charles Sturgis: Crawled around the wet belly in the gutter, lookin' for dope peddlers, needle pushers, saying filthy things, day in and day out.

Murphy: I'd like to get ahold of a couple a million dollars from one of these foundations and hire a few doctors and find out why people keep sticking needles in themselves. I'd like to do that a lot. But, I'm too busy here trying to find out how the junk gets into the country.

Murphy: Every now and again we get some little junkie in here who's so far down the line he's makin' half a buck profit on a twenty dollar shot. He doesn't even know what year it is - never mind who's hiring him. It doesn't seem to add up, does it?

Murphy: Will you stop tryin' to fight a one man war!

Capt. Paul Blanchard: Fourteen hundred and fifty feet! They really built this baby!

Murphy: Thank God!

Capt. Paul Blanchard: God and General Dynamics!

Sheriff Hartwell: Please don't call me 'Pinky'.

Murphy: Why not?

Sheriff Hartwell: Because I got a name, see... and it's Peter B. Hartwell.

McCue, reporter: What's the "B" for?

Murphy: Bull.

Hildy Johnson: [speaking on the phone to Bruce] There's an old newspaper superstition that the first big check you get, you put in the lining of your hat. In your hat! It brings good luck.

Murphy: I've been a reporter for 20 years - I never heard that before.

Hildy Johnson: [to Murphy] Neither did I.

Bensinger: [speaking into a phone] Here's the situation on the eve on the hanging.

Murphy: [listening, picks up his phone] This is Murphy. More slop on the hanging.

Bensinger: A double guard has been thrown around the jail, municipal buildings, railroad terminals and elevated stations to prepare for the expected uprising of radicals at the hour of execution.

Murphy: Ready? The sheriff has just put 200 more relatives on the payroll to protect the city from the Red Army, which is leaving Moscow in a couple of minutes.

Murphy: I'm in love for the last time in my life.

Emma: I'm in love for the first time in my life.

Murphy: My friends have overlooked my shortcomings, seen me through some dark days, and brightened up the rest of them. I'm glad to have them; I'm honored to have them; I'm lucky to have them.

Emma: [at the hospital, looking at the babies in the maternity ward] Any of them yours?

Murphy: I told you, I go out of town.

[about his birthday cake]

Emma: Okay, what is it? How old are you, Murphy?

Murphy: Just set the damn thing on fire!

Murphy: It might be the ball cock.

Emma: Most problems start there.

Emma: Stay to supper, Murphy?

Murphy: I won't do that unless I'm still here at breakfast.

Emma: How do you like your eggs?

[last lines]

Murphy: I'm sixty.

[first lines]

Murphy: [to Emma, who's about to put a flyer on his windshield] Lady, you're covering up my causes.

Murphy: I'm a widower. That's like catnip to a cat, in a town where the ladies outnumber you ten to one.

Murphy: You are a miserable little son of a bitch, you know that? I don't know why she took you in the house... I'd bed you down with the dogs! And I'll tell you something else, mister, you may be a lot younger and stronger, but you're about to get your ass kicked from here to the state line... and I'm wearin' the boots that can do it!

Bobby Jack Moriarty: You're a feisty old booger, aren't ya.

Murphy: I thought we just settled that!

Emma: Don't you know you can't fight City Hall?

Murphy: You can wrestle 'em!

Emma: Well, you got a fine horse. Where are you going to keep him?

Murphy: With you.

[he walks on as Emma stops in her tracks]

Emma: Oh.

Bobby Jack Moriarty: I think you're banging Emma?

Murphy: Banging? That's an ugly expression for that particular pleasure.

Bobby Jack Moriarty: How about fucking?

Murphy: I don't like that one a whole alot better! And, if I was, it would be none of your concern.

Murphy: May the wind at your back never be your own.

Roy Bensinger of the Tribune: [picks up his phone] This is Bensinger. Give me a rewrite man. Oh, Marty, is that you?

[reads from notes]

Roy Bensinger of the Tribune: "New lead on the Earl Williams Hanging"... Yes, the execution is still set for seven o'clock in the morning. "The authorities are prepared for a general uprising of radicals at that time".

Murphy: [picks up his phone while playing poker] Murphy here. Get me rewrite.

Roy Bensinger of the Tribune: "Extra guards have just been thrown around the jail, the municipal building, railroad terminals, elevated stations".

Murphy: Update on the Williams hanging: Sheriff Hartman's just put 200 more relatives on the payroll to protect the city against the Red Army, which is leaving Moscow in a couple of minutes. Bet a dime.

Roy Bensinger of the Tribune: "Now, this is what the condemned man ordered for his final meal: shrimp cocktail with Thousand Island dressing, rare roast beef, Brussels sprouts, apple pie à la mode, Ovaltine".

Murphy: For his last meal, Williams is getting a 95-cent Blue Plate Special from the greasy spoon across the street.

Roy Bensinger of the Tribune: "At nine o'clock tonight, Williams will be examined by still another psycholigist, Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer, at the request of The Friends of American Liberty"... Eggelhofer. Yes, he's from Vienna... It's in my story this morning! He wrote that book, "Self-Abuse and Anti-Social Behavior".

Murphy: Poor bastard's gonna swing in the morning, and this big brain from Vienna wants to ask him if he played with himself when he was five. More later.

[hangs up]

Mollie Malloy: I never said that I loved Earl Williams and was willing to marry him on the gallows. You made that up!

Murphy: Oh, come on. You've been sucking around that cuckoo ever since he's been in the death house.

McHugh: Everybody knows you're his soul-mate.

Mollie Malloy: That's a lot of bunk! Like all that other stuff you been writing. Calling me an Angel of the Pavement and the Midnight Madonna. Who ya kiddin'? I'm a two-dollar whore from Division Street and you know it!

Murphy: You fucked my sister, Nicole the Hole.

Murphy: What is this, the gunfight at the O.K. Corral?

Finley: As long as there's cop killers around, pal, I'm gonna be ready.

Murphy: It don't make no difference how many guns you got. You only got two hands.

Murphy: You want to go out tonight, have a drink?

Isabella: Two hundred cops ask me out every day. Why should I say yes to you?

Murphy: Cause you say yes to all the others.

Isabella: Well I guess that makes you the only cop in the Bronx I say no to.

Morgan: [after Murphy failed to shoot down a purse snatcher who outran him] You'll catch a heart attack before you catch a nigger, Tarzan.

Corelli: What's his problem?

Murphy: He thinks I'm a liberal.

Corelli: Look on the bright side, though. We get our names in the papers, right? We're gonna be real serious on t.v. Hey, you know, with your good looks, maybe you get to ball an anchor lady.

Murphy: Yeah?

Corelli: Yeah.

Murphy: Not with my luck. If it was raining anchor ladies, I'd get hit with Walter Cronkite.

Corelli: That's a nice coat. How'd you like me to cut it open, let all the rats out.

Pimp: This coat cost more than you make in a year, motherfucker.

Murphy: He knows your name.

Corelli: Told you I was famous.

Morgan: Hey Murph, what do you think of that son of a bitch, huh? Connolly. Captain Connolly. That clown they dress up as a cop. That fuckin' banana. I mean, who does he think he's playin' with, some chickenshit rookie? I've been on the job too long, you know what I mean? Yeah, they might get me for coopin'. Or for scorin' a little nookie on the side. Or, maybe even shakin' down a bodega. I never said I was the smartest guy in the world, but when he comes up with this phony witness shit...

Murphy: They *got* witnesses, Einstein.

Morgan: Yeah, deaf and dumb ones, right?

Murphy: Real live ones! The kind that put you away.

[Murphy gives him a hard and direct smirk, and walks out of the bar]

Morgan: Hey Murph! Murphy! Murphy, come here!

[goes out after Murphy]

Morgan: [confronting Murphy on the street] Murphy! What are you talking about?

Murphy: They got the little chick that was hiding up there behind the junk pile!

Morgan: What chick?

Murphy: Yeah, they got me and Coreli, too... A-Number One police work... Poor kid wasn't botherin' nobody, and you throw him off the roof!

Morgan: You shut the fuck up!

Murphy: You fuckin' creep, I wish I was man enough to turn you in!

Murphy: [Murphy and Isabella are playing the game of you-tell-me-about-me while on their first date. Murphy starts telling Isabella about herself] Poor family, you're the oldest. You've got a lot of brothers and sisters. You got a brother in the joint. Your mother's sick. You got a scholarship to nursing school and you did real good, but you can't get a job anywhere but here. How'm I doin'?

Isabella: I don't know yet.

Murphy: [continuing] Smoke a little reefer, fool around a little bit, you wanna get married but the selection in the neighborhood ain't that great.

Isabella: Finished?

Murphy: Yeah. Now you.

Isabella: OK, you come from three generations of cops. Your father and your grandfather, all were cops. All your friends are cops. It's a good thing there are some lady cops or you wouldn't have any sex life.

[Murphy rolls his eyes knowingly]

Isabella: [continuing] You get drunk every night. You think all men are thieves and all women are sluts, and you don't trust anybody but your partner.

Murphy: [nodding in agreement] It's my round.

Isabella: [stops him] No, the drinks are on me.

Connolly: [Murphy has decided to turn in two of his fellow officers, and also resign from the force. He tosses his badge on Connolly's desk] What's that?

Murphy: What does it look like? It's funny, my last official act is being a stoolie.

Connolly: [Connolly doesn't want Murphy to quit] You're a good cop, Murphy. But I don't think you'd be much good at anything else.

Murphy: I'm gonna run for president. What do you care?

Murphy: That's just talk, Andy, and you know it. We both know what's right. We ain't got the guts to do it.

Corelli: Guts? What are you talkin', guts? You mean brains, don't ya? Shit, I'll go through fire with you Murph, and you know I will. But I gotta live with these guys. You turn a cop in, and you're finished. Might as well quit the force and move out of the city. Even if you get a transfer, your rep follows you around. It just ain't worth it. Especially when you won't be doing anybody any good. I ain't a stool pigeon, Murph. I'm sorry.

Murphy: Maybe we are not the great artists that we dreamed we were. Maybe this is all just shit.

Murphy: I'm a loser. Yeah, just a dick. And dick has no brain. A dick has only one purpose: to fuck. And I fucked it all up. Yeah. I'm good at one thing: fucking things up.

Murphy: Secrets make you stronger.

Electra: No. Secrets make you darker.

Murphy: Do you know what my biggest dream in life is? My biggest dream is to make a movie that truly depicts sentimental sexuality.

Murphy: I want to make movies out of blood, sperm and tears. This is like the essence of life. I think movies should contain that, perhaps should be made of that.

Murphy: Are you Afraid of death?

Electra: I'm Afraid of pain. I don't wanna die in pain.

Murphy: Living with a woman is like share a bed with the CIA. Nothing is secret. This used to be my apartment. It used to be happy here. doesn't feel like my place anymore. always looking over my shoulder Now.

Murphy: You against the abortion but you cool with people killing animals and then eating them?

Murphy: I'm not a slave to pussy. Pussy's pussy.

Murphy: Lady! I'm stark bollocks naked!

Brezan: Man is only truly alive when he confronts death.

Murphy: He can also be truly dead.

Murphy: Louis, the doctor lady... she's a Quaker. That's like bein' a bloody nun, isn't it?

Brezan: No, I don't think so.

Murphy: Why couldn't she be any young nurse? Something practical!

Hayden: You won't be beautiful for a while, but around here it won't make any difference.

Murphy: Where the f... am I?

Hayden: Somewhere where we try to avoid that kind of language, Mr Murphy.

Hayden: Turn around!

Murphy: Do you not have a gentleman doctor?

Hayden: Turn around!

Murphy: Yes Sir.

Murphy: [to the lady doctor] Mornin' Sir.

Murphy: [as the doctor is about to stick a needle into him] I hope you sharpened it this time.

Brezan: Didn't you hear them? The war is over!

Murphy: Their war. Not mine!

Murphy: There's nothin' wrong with my f... language!

Murphy: Relax? How can I relax with that bunch gawkin' at me?

Hayden: That bunch as you call them have never seen a naked white man.

Murphy: Ah! Well, they've had their thrill for the day. Would ya tell 'em to f... leave immediately.

Hayden: You were in a coma. It was probably an alligator.

Murphy: This alligator had guns stickin' from its nostrils!

Murphy: Nothin' heroic, me old son. It came natural. I was only savin' me own skin. The name's Murphy.

Epps: After you.

Murphy: No, after you.

Munder: No, no, no, no, no. After me.

Murphy: These Italian liners, ya know, they couldn't compete for speed, so they built these floating art palaces instead.

Murphy: I do know one thing. I've seen strange things happen in the strait. But I know something else. Sea gives you an opportunity, you take it.

Epps: You know her, Murphy?

Murphy: Only in my dreams. Christ, she's beautiful. These Italian liners, you know, they couldn't compete for speed, so they built these floating art palaces instead. She was reported missing on the 21st May 1962 off the coast of Labrador. Funny thing is, there was no distress signal, no contact. She just disappeared. She was gone. So ever since that day every captain and his mother has been looking for her, hoping she hasn't gone down. Do you know what this means?

Ferriman: What?

Murphy: It means under the law of the sea, she's ours. Let's not keep a lady waiting, guys.

Murphy: It's the *Antonia Graza*. Jesus Christ.

Murphy: You must be a pretty important fella, fella.

Marguerite 'Maggie' King: You wouldn't want him running around New York in ice cream pants, would you?

Murphy: I wouldn't want him running around New York at all.