Polly Bailey Quotes in Thank You for Smoking (2005)

Polly Bailey: [in a restaurant, referring to Heather] You didn't tell her about us, did you?

Nick Naylor: Who? Heather? No!... I mean, maybe in passing.

Polly Bailey: In passing.

Bobby Jay Bliss: Oh God, he fucked her. I tried to warn you...

Polly Bailey: Hey, he didn't fuck her. You didn't fuck her, did you?

[Nick doesn't answer]

Polly Bailey: When?

Bobby Jay Bliss: In passing.

Polly Bailey: [in a restaurant] How about it Nick, are you a tit man?

Bobby Jay Bliss: Don't answer that, that's a trap.

Nick Naylor: Depends on the tits.

Bobby Jay Bliss: [in a restaurant] Did you know that you can fool the breathalizer test by chewing on activated charcoal tablets?

Polly Bailey: Well, maybe we should change our slogan to "If you must drink and drive, suck charcoal."

Nick Naylor: Won't the police ask about the charcoal in your mouth?

Bobby Jay Bliss: There's not a law against charcoal.

Polly Bailey, Nick Naylor: Yet.

Nick Naylor: [Narrating] Right there, looking into Joey's eyes, it all came back in a rush. Why I do what I do. Defending the defenseless, protecting the disenfranchised corporations that have been abandoned by their very own consumers: the logger, the sweatshop foreman, the oil driller, the land mine developer, the baby seal poacher...

Polly Bailey: Baby seal poacher?

Bobby Jay Bliss: Even *I* think that's kind of cruel.

Polly Bailey: How are you feeling?

Nick Naylor: First time I'm thinking these cigarettes are really dangerous

Bobby Jay Bliss: [Puts a gun on the table] you might be right about that, it might be small but it'll do the job, one shot BAM

Polly Bailey: He's not going to shoot anyone

Joey Naylor: Cool

Bobby Jay Bliss: Yeah? I mean guns should be treated with respect you understand?

Nick Naylor: You make a great father

Bobby Jay Bliss: Thanks

Bobby Jay Bliss: The way I heard it, D.C. police found you naked, laying in Lincoln's crotch, covered in nicotine patches with a sign across your chest that said...

Polly Bailey: He doesn't need to hear the details.

Bobby Jay Bliss: It was some pretty fucked up shit.

Polly Bailey: Shh!

Polly Bailey: [Narrating a section of Heather's article] the M.O.D. squad of course meaning Merchants of Death is comprised of Polly Bailey from the Moderation Council and Bobby Jay Bliss of the gun business's own advisory group S.A.F.E.T.Y. which stands for Society for the Advancement of Firearms and Effective Training for Youth.